Undercoverseeke
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It was a standard night at the Black Diamond Gentleman's Club -- busy but not crazy-busy. Ginger had seen the club packed so full that you couldn't even hear the music over the catcalling and whoops of the crowd, but tonight there were enough customers to ensure a steady stream of tips without also driving her crazy. This was, in her opinion, a perfect night, one where she could just focus on her routines and not on trying to avoid the crazies that inevitably came with a big crowd.
Ginger finished up her set onstage and gathered up her costume, stepping down to let the next dancer take the stage. She was a bit curvier than the average dancer -- 5'4'', 145 pounds, with a generous bust and long red hair that made patrons assume it was the source of her "stage name." (No, fellas, Ginger's my actual name, my parents just had a dorky sense of humor.) She'd gotten no complaints as to her shape yet, though... and the men paying for lap dances and private dances often told her they preferred a woman with something they could hang onto, even if "hanging on to" was technically forbidden by management.
Not to say that dancers didn't get up to shenanigans with customers, though... they were just discreet about it. Ginger had yet to get up to said shenanigans, however -- she swung in a different direction than about ninety percent of the club's patrons...
Costume back on -- a sparkly green bikini that offset her red hair -- she began to scan the tables, looking for a customer that might want a little more personal of a dance than a simple stage routine...
Ginger finished up her set onstage and gathered up her costume, stepping down to let the next dancer take the stage. She was a bit curvier than the average dancer -- 5'4'', 145 pounds, with a generous bust and long red hair that made patrons assume it was the source of her "stage name." (No, fellas, Ginger's my actual name, my parents just had a dorky sense of humor.) She'd gotten no complaints as to her shape yet, though... and the men paying for lap dances and private dances often told her they preferred a woman with something they could hang onto, even if "hanging on to" was technically forbidden by management.
Not to say that dancers didn't get up to shenanigans with customers, though... they were just discreet about it. Ginger had yet to get up to said shenanigans, however -- she swung in a different direction than about ninety percent of the club's patrons...
Costume back on -- a sparkly green bikini that offset her red hair -- she began to scan the tables, looking for a customer that might want a little more personal of a dance than a simple stage routine...