Thankfully, it was the end of his set, and it was his turn to use the dressing room to prepare for his next set in 10 minutes. Long enough he hoped to figure out what he was doing. He was surprised at how the less he thought about it, the easier it was to walk, letting his body give in to its natural rhythm of shorter steps, and more movement of his hips. Jon had no idea where he was heading, but almost, instinctually made his way into a dressing room. The door had a name on it, Candi, but as soon as he entered, he saw pictures of himself with Karyn , letting him know this was the right place.
What to do now? He could try and escape the place, but he did not have any idea where he was and how long it would take him to get home. He could stay? Would his instincts and apparent muscle memory he inherited from this job help him pull it off for the rest of the night? He was a guy, dressed as a girl, acting as a pole dancer; this could not get much worse.
