She straightened herself up, only to slither down the pole, caressing it as if it were one giant cock. She spent another few minutes on the pole, catering to the men and displaying her bits to their fullest, until her time was up and she could strut her way off the stage.
Once behind the curtain, she sighed and poured herself a glass of water. Dancing was thirsty business, and when her overzealousness had a few drops falling onto her chest, she didn't mind at all. She reached for a nearby black satin robe and slid it on, tying it deftly as she approached the side door to the main room.
"Ally," one of the other girls stage-whispered. "Your lipstick."
Oh damn. She rushed back to the small mirrored table she used to prepare for her shows and quickly touched up her lipstick, this time remembering to grab her wand to cast a spell to keep it untouched.
There! Newly perfected, she put on her sexiest smile and walked out the door, off to see if anyone wanted some more personal attention - for a price, of course.