Placing her freshly earned money in her locker. And changing her clothes.<br/>Her waive curls falling on her shoulder.<br/>She sits in front of the mirror to fix her make up.<br/>She was all allone in the dressing room.<br/>And needed to get outside before she got in trouble.<br/><br/>What to put on?<br/>She wanted something to arouse him.<br/>If she could find him.<br/>She wanted to know who he was.<br/>Hope he wasn’t some kind of foreign mafia<br/><br/>Putin on a lace red tong and red pasties.<br/>Juicy shake her hair one last time to give it volume and walk out of the dressing room.<br/>Slowly taking in all the costumers, trying to remember all the faces.<br/>While she once in a while get pull on one of them laps.<br/>Allowing them to slide money inside her tong in exchange for a little touch.<br/><br/>Her eyes searching all over, did he left?<br/>