The Logic Of A Stripper 2

Mia’s stripping debut had been absolutely stellar. She understood that she’d been hired, but she slowly took a mental panorama shot of the club. She was intoxicated by the moment and she loved the reaction of Jan, and other staff that had filed in quietly as she had performed. Right now, the practicalities of being hired paled into insignificance compared to the the fact that everyone had witnessed her moment.

Walking off stage towards the changing area, she had to double back to collect the latex bikini on the floor. Mia felt she was walking on air. Her head was buzzing and she barely heard the positive comments and whistles. It felt like she was drunk.

Sitting on the bench in the changing area, she found a note left by Jan. The note just had Jan’s mobile number on it and it informed her that she would start next Friday evening. Mia’s pulse quickened at the thought of the possibility of performing in a really packed ...