My set was finally over I stood naked in front of a load of leering men and a small group of laughing women dressed for a hen party. I gathered the notes and my discarded geeky school uniform from on the stage instinctively while waving to everyone. It had been a long day.
It was while dressing to return home that I decided that I would find Mickey and try and fix myself and then I would destroy the stone. But it was late so I headed for the door.
"Forgetting something?" came a voice, I recognised as my boss, the overweight sweaty man padded his damp forehead with a cloth, "my share is $1000 as long as you go for the surgery next week, we could both be earning so much more if your tits weren't so tiny" he said through his teeth drawing on each s. "I have paid for them already and expect a good return on my investment.".
"Fine" I said thrusting a pile of notes into his greasy palm, with no intention of working here so long as to have to have some dreadful surgery to make me look even more like a stripper.
I stormed off, annoyed at the say of my apple behind and the clatter of heels on the wooden floor of the lobby, I could feel his gaze on my behind.
