Frankly, Denise looked grungy. And she never looked like that ever. Not in her entire life. But the odd thing was that she felt that it suited her. As did the tattoos. But this was all just too fucked up, right? It was like she was living an entirely different life, as someone who wasn't her, but at the same time was.
She momentarily considered leaving the van, or just starting it up and driving away, but something stopped her. She couldn't cut and run. The others were counting on her. Kat was counting on her. Wait, who was Kat again?
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Meanwhile, back at the Pussy Kat Klub, Laura Lusty just got done doing probably the most humiliating thing in her life - stripping on stage in front of dozens of horny men. But the thing was ... when she had really gotten into it, it all became almost second-nature, as if she had done it hundreds of times before, even though this was clearly the first time ... or was it?
Now finished, the former Baptist mother quickly headed back to the dressing room, feeling ashamed, but also feeling relieved that Larry hadn't fired her. After all, she needed this job ... right? She wasn't going to resort to selling her body the way her daughter did, as a hooker. Laura's eyes went wide. Wait, Nadine was a hooker?!
