Sterrin Boyd (_sterrin) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-06-01 17:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | au, max, ota, sterrin, urquhart |
AU Sterrin; Burlesque Club; late Tuesday night/Early Wednesday morning. OTA and MW!
"Always with the fucking feathers," Sterrin grumbled as she was handed a set of large, pink feather fans that were a few shades lighter than the feather-adorned pink g-string she was wearing.
"They love you and those fans," Dick shot back as he headed out of the dressing room, completely oblivious to all the naked women and breasts around him. "And you like money, doncha, doll?"
Sterrin flipped him off behind the fans and went back to applying her lipgloss in the make up mirror attatched to her vanity. She hated all these fucking feathers. They made her eyes itch.
"It could be worse," Rebecca said as she took her seat at the vanity next to Sterrin's and plucked the tiny blue and white sailor cap that matched her barely there blue and white sailor outfit from her hair. "We could be swinging on poles and jiggling our asses to hip hop. "
Sterrin rolled her eyes. "Like that's any less honest than what we do here."
"And anyway, at least you got to be in the advertisements for this place. That should make you some extra money," Rebecca continued to argue.
Sterrin was all about earning some money, not that she thought those ads would do anything. It was just those fucking fans with her eyes peeking out behind them. Nothing interesting.
"Always with the fucking feathers," she grumbled again under her breath and stood to slide her feet into the nearly six inch high heels. Strut, pout, smoulder, rinse and repeat. It was the same formula every night, and it hadn't failed to make her money thus far.
Sighing, she took to the stage to do just that.