The Wallflower and the Stripper

She works hard for the money

It was another Friday night in the city, people coated the streets moving in their various social groupings. A small backpacked hooded figure made its way to a steel door down a dimly lit alley. Using a card key the door clicked open as the figure made its way down a dark hallway to a door labelled janitor storage room. Once again using the access card the small figure entered the room quickly. "Shit, she thought I only have 30 mins before my shift starts". She quickly sent a mp3 file to mario before putting on the black shapeless uniform with large hood. It was intended she undertake the cleaning of the establishment quietly unseen and the patrons kept the eyes on talent. This suited her fine, away from the lust filled, drunk eyes of the men and women who came to the club. Everyone assumed the cleaner was a small slender male except for 3 people. She work her way around the pulsating club dilgently clearing and cleaning. No one paid attention to the small black clad figure as their eyes were fixated on the gyrating lean bodies on the stage. The lights in the club flicked twice, hardly noticed with the light show against the walls and the bodies of the dancers. The black figure moved back to the storage room. Quickly, showering she oiled her body before putting on her outfit. She got a txt"you're on in 5". She put in the brown contacts before securing the mask to her face. She doned her signature beauty mark and checked her makeup. Waiting behind the velvet curtains with a beautiful blonde in a similar outfit she heard the familiar start of her track for the night as she stepped through the curtains.