After smiling and holding eye contact with a few men, and gaining a bit more cash, Angel caught eye contact with a man at the back of the club. She found matching lipstick and applied it before looking in the mirror. XXX Her head was never in her dancing, and she would never let her heart be in it either. “Come on girl” she saw him nod and tilt his head out of the corner of her eye, ushering her to follow. A lit cigarette hung loosely out of the corner of her mouth. His skin was tanned, and he was fairly built. He wore a black tshirt and dark jeans. Angel opened the bag, and pulled out a black studded bra and matching hot pants. He stood about six foot, hands in his pockets. They didn’t want to add tension around the customers. Head down, she headed to the side of the stage and through the “employees only” door.
