"Ooh! Good answer." she purred, turning to kiss his cheek and smile at his question.
"In fifteen minutes, it'll be fifteen minutes later than it is now." she teased shifting away reluctantly to rise from her seat. "Now be a good boy and enjoy the show...I'll be right back, I need to powder my nose."
Blowing him a farewell kiss as she stood, Anne strolled away, moving through the sea of bodies until she could double back and sneak through a service door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. Showing her ID to the security guard by the door, she made her way back to the dressing room, where she was greeted warmly by the other dancers.
It took only five minutes to get dressed, and another ten to do her makeup before topping off the ensemble with opera gloves and a top hat. Once she was ready, she slipped around and signaled for the announcer to begin her introduction.
"Thank you, everyone, for visiting Scores this evening! For our next dancer, I want to ask you all to be generous with your tips, because this performer will be graciously donating all those hard-earned dollars to the American Red Cross, in support of the relief efforts in Haiti. You may know her from her early days heating up the Sunset Strip, or you may recognize her from the pages of the Playboy centerfold...whether she's your fantasy girl, Miss June, or the woman you're dreaming of this Valentine's Day, she's sure to make all your wishes come true! Hailing from Boston, she's as sweet and delicate as her namesake...put your hands together for the flower we like to call...WISTERIA!!!"
The slow, staccato beat of Peggy Lee's "Fever" rang out in the club as Anne fought to calm her hammering heart. Making herself count the beats, she waited for the opening sequence to repeat before a single gloved hand emerged, snapping in time.
A moment later, hat perched jauntily atop her head, Anne shimmied out into view and struck a sultry pose, seeking out Ashley's eyes in the crowd in the "clutty" dancer's costume she'd sworn for so long to show him.
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"In fifteen minutes, it'll be fifteen minutes later than it is now." she teased shifting away reluctantly to rise from her seat. "Now be a good boy and enjoy the show...I'll be right back, I need to powder my nose."
Blowing him a farewell kiss as she stood, Anne strolled away, moving through the sea of bodies until she could double back and sneak through a service door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. Showing her ID to the security guard by the door, she made her way back to the dressing room, where she was greeted warmly by the other dancers.
It took only five minutes to get dressed, and another ten to do her makeup before topping off the ensemble with opera gloves and a top hat. Once she was ready, she slipped around and signaled for the announcer to begin her introduction.
"Thank you, everyone, for visiting Scores this evening! For our next dancer, I want to ask you all to be generous with your tips, because this performer will be graciously donating all those hard-earned dollars to the American Red Cross, in support of the relief efforts in Haiti. You may know her from her early days heating up the Sunset Strip, or you may recognize her from the pages of the Playboy centerfold...whether she's your fantasy girl, Miss June, or the woman you're dreaming of this Valentine's Day, she's sure to make all your wishes come true! Hailing from Boston, she's as sweet and delicate as her namesake...put your hands together for the flower we like to call...WISTERIA!!!"
The slow, staccato beat of Peggy Lee's "Fever" rang out in the club as Anne fought to calm her hammering heart. Making herself count the beats, she waited for the opening sequence to repeat before a single gloved hand emerged, snapping in time.
A moment later, hat perched jauntily atop her head, Anne shimmied out into view and struck a sultry pose, seeking out Ashley's eyes in the crowd in the "clutty" dancer's costume she'd sworn for so long to show him.