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Celeste sat in the dressing room of Club Onyx as she nourished her appetite with a slice of vanilla cake. Tonight was the annual celebration of the gentlemen's facility– this night was celebrated with routine dances and free drinks all night.
This night made the most money specifically on admission sales, the owner raised the ticket prices to make a higher profit than usual. The city showed out for this celebration every year and this year was no different.
The flyers of tonight's celebration were all over the city. Celeste didn't mind the amount of overwhelmingly needy guests and lack of sleep, because she knew the amount of tips she was going to make was worth it.
"I really don't fuck with frosting." Kennedy said as she used her plastic spoon to scrape the cake dry. Now that she mentioned it, the frosting did taste a little odd.
Celeste sat her partially eaten slice on the vanity, "Just eat the cake, Ken."
Raya chimed in, "I don't see how y'all can eat that shit in general. I can't eat real sweet foods, shit be hurting my stomach after."
"That's crazy, I love sweets. I be baking cookies at midnight and shit." Celeste informed her co-worker to which she winced at the idea.
Kennedy laughed aloud, "That's true as fuck. I remember one time I got drunk and spent the night at Cel house, it's three in the morning and she eating raw cookie dough."
"What the fuck?" Raya said through her laughing fit. Celeste couldn't disagree, because it was the truth. She had a terrible sweet tooth, Celeste ate anything with an intense amount of sugar.
Her favorite sweet treat had to be cinnamon rolls. The cinnamon flavor mixed with the sugary glaze was heaven.
Just now the club owner, Benji, came walking through the doors. All the girls sat facing him as he spoke, "You all look beautiful, per usual. I see a few stomachs that can use some toning, but we'll get to that another time. As you all know, tonight is our annual celebration.
Take full advantage of these men's pockets– and remember they're here for a good time and not a cheap one. All dancers performing in a group please keep track of the time, so you can properly plan to hit the stage. The doors are opening now, Foxes!"
The nickname Foxes was used to describe and refer to all the dancers at Onyx. Benji came up with the idea himself. Celeste couldn't say she hated it, neither was she the biggest fan. Benji loved it, because of the symbolization and characteristics that foxes actually had. They were known to be intelligent, mysterious, and playful– all traits you needed to master being a vixen.
The night started off good, Celeste had been on stage twice now and her pockets were flowing. She was leaving tonight with at least ten thousand and that was a dangerous lowball. The free drinks was a helpful tactic, the drunker the man the more they emptied their wallets.
