Once a girl decides she wants to be a go-go dancer, she doesn't get to start at the top, working the big clubs in NYC or Vegas making $100K a year. No, first she has to pay her dues. She has to develop her techniques at dancing and the seduction of an audience. She also has to get noticed and impress the right people in the business. So for a while anyway, you find yourself dancing for $30 a night in shithole bars in godforsaken wastelands like Missouri. Shaking your boobs and ass in front of drunks wearing cowboy hats. I think you know the type.
I prance out on stage in my long shiny black coat. I immediately flash a smile and show off some fancy footwork. I let my coat fall open a few inches, teasing the audience with a brief taste of the body they will soon consume with their eyes. I dance in my heels back and forth across the stage for a minute, continuing the tease. I can feel the excitement building...both in the audience and in myself.
And then it's time for the big reveal. I let the coat fall slowly off my shoulders. I will finish the dance in a very skimpy silver bikini. The crowd hoots and hollers its approval.
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