5 YEARS LATER. I felt the chilly night air hit my face, and I mildly squinted my eyes. I gently pulled my fur coat closer to my cold neck, covering what's left of it. The night seemed impeccably dark and peaceful, but my ears still rang from all the sound back at the club house earlier. As I watched the coffee that was going cold on the table right in front of me, I began to think back at the events that had happened yesterday. As a stripper, I shouldn't get privileges like this ; wearing fur coats that cost a fortune, wearing a red dress that felt just right under my skin and make up that felt so light on my face, I barely felt it. "Go to the Mete Dior," the stripper club manager, Donovan had said to me yesterday after pulling me to a corner, a slim paper in his hands, pointing at me "call that number as soon as you leave. A makeover lady would pick you up. The boss wants to see you." At the club, we weren't allowed to ask questions, so I just accepted the card, call
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