“What the hell are you doing?”
“That smelly thing touched my butt! I’m getting his germs and God knows what else scrubbed off of me.”
He laughs and says, “Need a hand?”
“Oh, shut up! He was gross.”
“Damn right. He was one rotten smelling fucker all right.” Then he hands me a roll of cash. "J.D. says it’s yours. Just for putting up with the smell."
We both laugh. I know J.D. would never give up any cash so that’s coming from Jimmy.
“Thanks, but you don’t have to do that.”
“Do what?”
“You and I both know that J.D. would never give up a buck.”
Jimmy puts his hands on my hips and says, “Just take the money, baby. You know I watch out for you.”
“Thanks, Jimmy. You always take care of me.” I kiss his cheek. Jimmy and I go back a long way.
“You’ve got someone in the wings, doll. You want me to send him in the box?”
“Yeah, but can you fumigate it?”
“Oh, shit! Let me get on that.”
He tears off down the hall, calling the clean up crew. They’re used to taking care of all kinds of icky things in here.
Cara walks in. Her dressing room is next to mine. “I heard you had a smelly one.” She laughs.
“Shiz. Smelly doesn’t come close. Nasty one, he was. And the ferk touched me.”
“Ewww! That’s so wrong. What is up with those pervs? Don’t they know the rules?”
“Guess they don’t care.”
“Sky, we need to grab drinks soon. I miss my girl. And it looks like you could use a girl’s night out.”
“Yeah, I could. And I miss you, too.” We hug for a second. Cara’s my best friend. We both started here at the same time and have been friends since. “Let’s make it soon.”
“What about tomorrow?”
“I can’t. I have a client,” I say.
Cara frowns. “I’m on the next five nights after tomorrow. Next week then. Let’s try to make it a date.”
“Okay.”
Jimmy’s back, letting me know a new client is ready for me. “You’ve got props.”
“Perfect, just perfect.”
“Don’t worry baby. It’s only a chair and a water bottle.”
“Oh, no. Don’t tell me. Another Flashdance-er. And let me guess what he wants to hear. Maniac.”
Jimmy lets out a hearty laugh. “You got him pegged.”
“What is it with these old ferks and that Flashdance crap?”
He’s still laughing as he says, “All they know is they wanna see a sexy girl that can dance. And Flashdance had it all back then.”
“But I’m a blond for Pete’s sake.”
“Yep, and a damn hot one at that. Go on now and score some big tips.”
“Hang on.” I reach over for the little vial. “Want some?”
“Nah, I’m good.”
I dip in and get enough for a good snort. When I’m all nice and coked up, I head down the hallway.
Here we go again. Music is cued and this time it’s an over-cologned hairy dude that sits on the chair waiting for me. As soon as I walk in, I hit the music and Maniac starts playing. I spray myself with the water bottle, soaking me until I drip.
The client gives me a toothy grin. Way too toothy, in fact. The dude must’ve spent millions on those babies. I swear they’re so big and white, if we had a power outage, he could guide us out of this building by grinning alone. It takes all the control I have in this body of mine not to break out in laughter.
“Ah yeah, that’s right, sister.”
Sister? What the ferk? What am I? A nun? Sister Mary Skylina, the Private Dancer. Oh yeah, that has a nice ring to it now, doesn’t it? A giggle bubbles out of my lips, but thankfully the music is so loud, Big Teeth doesn’t notice.
My hips tweak and Mr. Toothy grabs his crotch. There’s a towel on the arm. It’s there for a purpose. Clients can jack off under it if they choose, but they cannot touch me or display themselves, at any time. I wonder if anyone explained that to Mr. Toothy. I don’t speak to clients. They can tell me what to do, but no conversation takes place between us.
The chair is right in front of him and I straddle it, spreading my legs wide. My hands move all over my body, and then I’m up and moving, gyrating, twisting and doing all sorts of things that Mr. Toothy apparently is enjoying because beads of sweat are springing up on his forehead. My Flashdance routine is perfection and by the time the song ends, Mr. Toothy is huffing so hard, I wonder if he might have a heart condition. His hand is still grabbing his balls and he looks as though he’s in pain. Now I move in for the kill.