d a r k e r l u s t

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i smiled as i finished my makeup. i looked okay, black eyeliner under my thick, dark eyelashes. dark purple lipstick, a little bit of highlighter on my nose. i had to go on in five, so i grabbed my water bottle and chugged the whole thing. stripping isn't as easy as it seems, and it gets a bad rap. i get payed hourly plus tips. i get by, just enough to pay rent and get decent food. i like what i do. i've been doing this for, what? nine months? ever since that mccracken son of a bitch stole all of my shit and kicked me out. i think he-

"gerard, you're on in two." pete yelled.

"got it." i mumbled.

i grabbed my shoes and prayed i wouldn't get groped by some sick bastard tonight.