Looking into the mirror in the performers' room, Allanah smiled. Every night brought something new, and given her plastic bimbo look, she oddly enough was one of the top performers in the area gentlemen's club. Or, on the other hand, that was why she was so popular. Hey, she wasn't complaining-she was practically drowning in tips!
At the end of her shift, many hours later, she was able to relax in private. Sighing as she sat down on a chair, she waited for her manager to bring her wages for the evening.
"Oh man, you killed it out there as usual! The boys loved it, and damn, you're my best dancer. Keep it up, and enjoy what you made!"
She smiled at him as she pocketed the hefty stack.
"Thanks Jimmy, I will!
Once he left, she smiled in the mirror one last time before reaching back and finding the seam that hid the mask's edges. After that was found, she gently pulled it off, placing it back on its headstand in her locker. From there, unzipping from this busty bodysuit was a cinch, and with the mask, it went into the locker where it was hung up (with the help of some heavy duty clothes hangers). Changing into their regular clothes, the person behind Club Miracle's famous dancer smiled.
"Man, I can't believe that this is my life. Going from myself to Allanah up there and back? It feels surreal! At least the money's good and I have a good crew of "girls" here! Welp, time to head home and enjoy some Netflix and pizza!"
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