Dannie casually walked into the Oolala Strip Club, with a flattened backpack strapped across her shoulder. Already she began to spot men that she had sex with, most of them common customers. Dannie looked at each one of them very quickly, and hurried to the back room. She felt some hands slap her ass as she walked by, but Dannie was used to it by now. It didn’t even faze her anymore.<br/>Dannie spotted Callie, a famous pole dancer in the club and Jared, a famous mob boss and big funder of the club, talking to each other. Dannie paid little notice to them, since she had barely knew the two people. Dannie walked over to her locked (Or whatever strippers and pole dancers put their things in) and opened it. She quickly opened her bag, and started to undress herself. She first took off her loose, baggy shirt, then her jeans, and then her panties. Panties were pointless when you were a prostitute, because they would just be town off anyways.<br/>Dannie took her clothes off quickly, not wanting to draw attention to her, and put all of her clothes in her bag. She started to blush because she was naked, and she took out her prostitute uniform with haste. Every prostitute had their own personal clothing, and Dannie’s was a Japanese schoolgirl uniform that you would see in a manga somewhere. But the skirt was very short and the top small, so a lot of her body could be seen. The outfit had gotten her fame on the streets, because not only did the outfit match her perfectly, but it was awesome to fuck her while wearing it. It was like having sex with a child, so innocent and sweet. Dannie really didn’t get why some men liked her in it, since it was so simple and not as sexy as what the other strippers wear. But Dannie never really thought about it much.<br/><br/>Dannie sighed as she put her bag in her locker. She closed it very gently, and walked out of the back room.<br/>