Jane hadn't moved for a long time. The moment she came into the dressing room and saw her reflection in one of the vanity mirrors, she immediately collapsed into one of the chairs and stayed there. No wonder people thought she was a stripper. Her reflection showed a young woman with large perky breasts and a killer figure. All of that with the addition of her outfit (what little there was), there was no mistaking her as a stripper.
"Gloria, honey," a young black woman said, walking into the room. Given what she was wearing (a pair of emerald-colored panties and matching stilettos), Jane figured that she was one of the strippers at this club. "What are you doin' back here? Shouldn't you be up on stage?"
By now, Jane had figured that the woman she was inhabiting was named Gloria. But beyond the fact that she was a stripper at this club, she knew next to nothing about her.
"I'm not feeling well."
The black stripper sat down next to her. "Did you hear about Larry? He approached one of the customers and tried to flirt with him. The bastard got slugged in the face. I'm glad someone finally did it, but I was kinda hopin' I'd get to do it first." She looked at Jane. "Honey, you don't look sick, but you sure do look out of it. Didn't get enough sleep last night?"
Jane looked at the mirror again and saw Gloria's reflection. "Yeah," she lied. "Not enough sleep."
"Well, maybe you should go home and get some. The crowds are down at the moment, so ..."
"I'm sorry, but you can't come in here," a man spoke loudly. He was probably shouting, but with all the loud music and commotion, it was hard to hear.
Jane and the stripper stood up from their chairs and looked out into the club. At the entrance, a young boy was trying to get in.
"What a dumbass," the stripper said to Jane. "That boy can't be much older than ten. Don't he know that he's too young to be in here?"
"I'm not a little boy! I'm thirty-five!" the boy screamed.
Jane took a few steps back into the dressing room, but then stopped. Maybe her situation wasn't as unique as she thought. Could it be that that boy really was thirty-five years old?
The stripper walked back into the dressing room as well, but she didn't expect Jane to be standing at the entrance to the room, and they collided.
The woman stopped herself from tumbling over, but still had a dazed look in her eyes.
