Night Out

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Her fingers curled around the greasy pole, her eyelashes fluttering seductively. Her clothing didn't do her curvy body any justice, but she knew it was worth the pay at the end of the day. Her leg was hitched up on the sparkling pole at an awkward angle. She knew the routine backwards but she never found it any less challenging. She threw a wink to the audience and inwardly cringed at the sight of the marked tables and the illegal deals that went on under the fake mahogany. 

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