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Post by trixie on Jul 23, 2011 22:44:24 GMT -5
most people looked down on strippers, but then again, a lot of them would be lost without them. guys, mostly. infinity was one of the busiest clubs in town, especially on a saturday night. trixie happened to be a club favorite. for such a short person, trix had a lot to offer. while most of the girls she worked with were completely fake, she was real. she had energy -- sometimes a little too much -- and she'd never had plastic surgery of any kind. not even breast implants. chilling backstage, trixie listened as one of her coworkers told her a story, raising an eyebrow and laughing. she didn't even need to hear the rest of the story, so she just let the girl know she'd listen another time and she had to get going. trixie changed from her work clothes into a little black dress that was cut probably a little too low. then again, all of trixie's tops and dresses were cut too low.
she had spotted rocky while she was on the main pole earlier in the night, and she was kind of hoping he was still there. every girl there had gone home with him once, and she'd already been to his place -- though it wasn't right after work. trix was just looking for a good time, and he had definitely proven he could provide that. spotting him again as she headed out from backstage, she plastered on a grin and practically skipped over to him. "hey, sugar, lookin' for a good time?" she half teased, half flirted, a wink following along with a bit of laughter. trixie could never take herself seriously, that was for sure.
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