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Laughing, Criss left her niece’s room to get dressed. She chose the skanky outfit that was less revealing. A black maxi dress that fit like a second skin. It had long sleeves and a thigh-high slit.
There was no purpose to the slit, considering the entire dress was see through. Thankfully, it came with a black skintight slip of a dress to be worn underneath it. The black slip of a dress dropped a few inches below her butt.
Shaking her head, she stared into her full-length mirror. She looked like a street walker. Criss debated over whether to straighten her hair or leave it curly. She decided on the wild curly look and light make-up.
She didn’t want to look too much like a hooker. After putting on her jewelry, she slipped on her house-shoes. She’d put on her heels after she arrived at the club. She kept her promise to Shy and waited on the porch until she got the text saying that her alarm system had been set.
When she arrived at the club, she entered through the back door. The door that suppliers used to make deliveries. Once inside, she rushed to the employee bathroom to look in the mirror.
Her boobs looked like they’d pop out of her bra if she took a deep breath. Frustrated, Criss closed her eyes and sighed. Why had she chosen to go along with Angelina’s plan? She wasn’t comfortable.
If she wasn’t comfortable, she wasn’t going to be able to give a good performance. And if she didn’t give a good performance, she wouldn’t make any tips. She needed her tips, especially if she wanted to move.
She didn’t have much money left in her savings account. Her day job was barely covering the bills. Criss opened her eyes and stared into the mirror. It was official, she sucked at being an adult.
And to think, in high school, she’d been in a rush to grow up. Growing up was bullshit. Adulting was bullshit. She couldn’t rewind time. All she could do was move forward. Criss took a deep breath.
You got this, she told herself. You’re sexy. Just as sexy as the smaller females who work here. Plus, you’re classy. And you can sing and dance. There’s no reason you shouldn’t be able to capture these guys attention and make them give you their money.
Ugh, when she said it like that, she sounded like a street walker. Criss was startled when the bathroom door burst open.
“I thought I saw you come in here,” Angelina told her. “Look at you.”
Criss could feel her cheeks heating as Angelina walked around her, staring her up and down.
“Oh my gosh, Criss, this looks so hot on you.”
Criss rubbed her hands over her dress. “You don’t think it’s too tight?”
“It’s supposed to be.”
“My breasts look like they’re going to say hello to the world at any moment.”
“They’re supposed to look like that.”
“Seriously, Lina, I’m scared I’m going to have a wardrobe malfunction.”
“That may get you more tips.”
“Lina!”
“Okay, okay. Shimmy for me and we’ll see what happens.”
Good idea. Criss began shimmying.
“No problem there. Now jump up and down.”
“In these heels?” If she’d known she’d have to jump up and down, she would’ve left her house-shoes on, instead of putting them in her locker.
“Small jumps.”
Criss did as she was told. Her breasts jiggled a little, but didn’t reveal themselves.
“Those babies aren’t going anywhere,” Lina told her. “You’re good.”
Criss turned and faced the mirror again. “I just don’t feel like myself.”
Lina’s stepped up behind her. Peering into the mirror, her friend told her, “You’re too confident to be feeling like this. You’re a bad bitch, no matter what you wear.”
