Edna scribbled quickly in her journal, “I don’t what I was thinking when I agreed to do this job. Gloria made it sound so glamorous, but now that I’m here. Ugh! It’s just a bunch of sweaty old men waiting to jerk off at any given moment.”
Edna changed into her stage clothes. Before she put on the boots that she chose for her outfit, she stared at them momentarily, shook her head and then reluctantly put them on, completing her outfit. Just as Edna stood up from her chair and caught her balance, she heard the call from stage that they were ready for her. “What the hell have I gotten myself into?” Edna said to herself as she stepped in front of the glittery curtain.
On stage, Edna noticed that most of the audience consisted of the same desperate stares from men in the audience waiting to see what she would do with the pole on the stage while the music blared. One of her eyes twitched, making it appear that she had winked at one of the older, sweaty teams of men in the front. They howled and panted after her. They waved money in her direction for her to come and get it. As she reluctantly stepped closer towards them, she decided she didn’t want to take the chance of any of them putting their sweaty paws on her skimpy outfit … or worse yet, her. “Just leave it on the ground and I’ll pick it up,” Edna instructed them.
Strangely enough her reluctance excited the group of men more as they “whooped” and whistled louder, throwing their money on the stage. Finally, Edna’s songs finished, she collected her money from the floor, and returned back stage.
“How do you get away with it, Edna?” Candy asked her, twirling her gum with her finger before popping it back in her mouth.
“I don’t know. I’m not trying to turn them on; I don’t even know how I got talked into this second job. I don’t think I’ll be staying though,” Edna said.
“I don’t think Joey would want to see you go, but as competition, it bothers me how you get away with what you do and have the guys still go so crazy for it. Well, good luck to you.”
Edna looked at Candy twirling her black-rooted-platinum-dyed hair as Candy snapped away at her gum. “Thanks Candy. Take care.”
Candy heard her call to the stage and trotted happily away, leaving Edna to count her profit in private. “I guess it has its perks, but I sure don’t want to stick around here.”
With that, Edna packed up her belongings and decided to leave her boots on Candy’s dressing stand. She hoped that none of her male workmates from the office had visited the strip bar. If they had, hopefully they didn’t recognize her. Edna looked at her watch as she walked through the rear exit door knowing that she had options. Now she knew that if she really had to, she could be a stripper ... or not.
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