Cameron Michaels (girlonthelam) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2011-10-08 20:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | cameron michaels, week 9 |
{ W h o } Jolene, Cameron
{ W h a t } meet and greet
{ W h e r e } kootch show tent for starters
{ W h e n } some evening
{ R a t i n g } PG-ish at worst
Cameron had decided that working the kootch show wasn't all that difficult. Nobody cared if she forgot a few dance steps in the middle of her routine. In fact, she'd figured out in her first ten minutes on the job that nobody cared if she danced at all. She was pretty sure she could flap her arms and quack like a duck and nobody would care, as long as she did it topless.
Thanks to Marjan, Cameron had a trailer with a nice, sturdy lock on the nice, sturdy door, and there was always a roustabout or two hanging around to make sure the audience didn't get too rowdy. Cameron felt safe since joining Czerwinski's. Because of Marjan's precautions, and because she now had all of Connecticut, a chunk of New York, and most of New Jersey between herself and Massachusetts. The police would never think to look for her in Pennsylvania, in a traveling carnival, no less.
She finished her final striptease for the evening, ending the show well before the rest of the midway shut down for the night. Really, there was no point in giving any of her customers ideas about 'private performances' after hours. That was not about to happen, even if the extra income was tempting.
Cameron unhooked the feather bustle she'd worn for her last performance and slipped a flimsy robe on over her g-string. She sat down with a sigh of relief and took off her stiletto-heel shoe, wriggling her toes in luxurious freedom.