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do anything.
    “Yes,” Amanda said firmly. “Yes, I’m a dancer.”
    The tall woman sized her up. “I don’t know you,” she said, and she seemed as suspicious as the bouncer. “Who referred you?”
    “I’m just working for tonight,” Amanda assured her. “I overheard a woman say she couldn’t make it at the gym, and I volunteered. I didn’t catch her name, though… I want to say Millie…? Or Sallie?”
    The lie sounded hollow to Amanda’s ears, but she played it with a straight face.
    “Probably Mitzi. She’s always a flake.” The woman sighed. “If I weren’t so hard up,” she groused, then gestured Amanda in. “Ground rules. No speaking to the clients. You stay on the stage or in the cage. You’ll get a split of the tips afterward. These guys are classy, no dollar-bill stuffing in a thong or anything. You’re just supposed to dance. Okay?”
    “Okay,” Amanda said, her pulse rate zooming.
    The woman sized her up. “I’m Tina,” she said, holding out a hand. “This is my troupe, the Bettie Pages.”
    Amanda smiled, thinking of the infamous pinup girl. “Cool.”
    “You’re going to need to wear a Bettie Page wig,” she said, pointing to a row of jet-black wigs on Styrofoam heads. They were uniformly shoulder-length and wavy with a straight bang cut. “And, of course, you’ll need to get in costume.”
    “Of course.” Amanda nodded.
    Tina stared at her. “Now, I don’t know where you’re used to working, but we are not strippers. We perform burlesque. There’s a difference.”
    “I know,” Amanda said. “Sort of a Dita Von Teese thing.” Her first chocolate shop location had been next door to a fetish shop, and she’d learned more than she ever thought she would. Which is how she knew about Bettie Page.
    Tina’s smile was brilliant. “Oh, thank God. I may be glad you’re here and Mitzi’s not. How about the black corset? You’d look stunning.” She sized Amanda up. “Though, with a rack like that, you might want to consider the diamond outfit. Or maybe the tiger-stripe?”
    “Um…” Amanda was struck by the choices on offer.
    Another girl flipped her head up, her wig firmly in place. “The diamond,” she said. “The corset takes too long, and we need somebody in the cage in the next five minutes.”
    The cage?
    “Diamond it is. Here you go, kiddo.” With that, Tina dumped a bra and sparkling silver hot pants in her hands, then walked off, speaking into a headphone. “We’ll have a girl ready for the north cage in five, tell ’em to hold their horses, okay?”
    Amanda took a deep breath, then sought the changing room. She quickly figured out that this hallway was it. There were half-naked girls hastily getting into costume all around her. She bit her lip.
    “First time?” the girl who had suggested the diamond outfit asked.
    Amanda laughed nervously. “Is it obvious?”
    “Don’t worry. This is the best gig you’ll ever find,” the girl said. “There’s no groping, for one thing. The guys are all rich, and strictly hands-off…which disappoints a lot of the girls who go in looking for some side work.”
    “Side work,” Amanda repeated, feeling slightly nauseous. She slipped out of her jeans and T-shirt, then replaced her bra with the glittery “diamond” one, a flesh-toned feat of lingerie engineering that made her full breasts look enormous.
    “Tina doesn’t approve. She’s trying hard to push the troupe as part of the burlesque revival, but I don’t know how well we’re going to do.” The girl sighed. “Sorry, I’m going on and on, and I’m supposed to be on the main stage in a minute. I’m Janet, by the way.”
    “Amanda,” she replied, shaking Janet’s hand. Then Amanda pulled the shorts on, and pulled on a wig. She checked herself in the mirror, then grinned. She could barely recognize the face looking back at her. Especially not with the impressive boobs underneath that face.
    “Wow, you’re stunning,” Janet said with