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Working in a sex club had its perks.

For one, no one notices the singer on stage. The people are usually more focused on- er, other tasks at hand.

Pun intended.

This was good for a girl like me who liked to fly under the radar.

Second, the job pays decent. It's enough to live paycheck to paycheck. Also, Mike, my boss, pays in cash so I don't have to worry about hiding the transactions.

And thirdly,  I learn a lot from the girls that enter through the Sensual club. I have a pretty good view of everyone from the center of the stage. It looks down below at all the people that are tangled in one another. 

So tonight, in particular, a busty woman with fiery red hair is hanging from the rail above and is being pounded into from a man below.

It was intriguing. But, not as interesting as some nights.

Looking at the two, I try to focus on the words that are flowing out of my mouth and out the speakers. The song was difficult without concentration, but I still manage to continue.

Once the song ended, there was maybe a few claps from the woman who aren't as lucky as the red head and others who are living the time of their life.

You'd be surprised that mostly women outnumbered men when it came to sex clubs.

Putting my microphone on the stand, I begin to walk toward the exit stairs, since my shift was concluding.

My five inch heels clack on the metal stairs that swirl to the bottom.

Once I reach the bottom, I make sure to go the back way instead getting messed up in the tangled limbs everywhere. I try to look away from the threesome that was on my right. The women were wailing on and on, and the man barely even threw me a glance at me when I passed.

Like I said, no one pays attention to the woman who is fully clothed.

Well, for the most part.

Mike, loves to put me in skin tight dresses that didn't leave much to the imagination. Like tonight for an example, the red number reached to my knees, with a slit up that brushed my upper thigh. Also, the deep plunge reveals my pushed up breasts. Every time I take a step, my dress reveals a sliver of my black garters.  But, it is a sex club after all.

I walk to the back hallway that was only for employees making my way to my dressing room to pack up and leave for the night. 

But I never make it there.

A tall, lean man is leaning against my door dressed clad in a black suit that drips money. His head tilts down, and his face is obscure from my sight. Hid from the shadow of the exit sign at the end of the hallway.  I'm momentarily aware on the pocketknife that's tucked high in my garters.