"Who is it?" Louie yelled.
"It's me, Ginger!"
"C'mon in, babe!" he said with a smile. "Have a seat!" Ginger, a statuesque brunette, smiled as she wiggled her way across the room and sat in Louie's lap. "I thought you were off tonight! What's on your mind, sweetcheeks?"
"I love it when you call me that, Louie!" she giggled. "Anyway, though, Danetta called me and said she was sick, so I just thought I'd let you know I'm going on in her place tonight."
"Sounds okay to me," Louie said as he fondled her. "Hey, babe, clue me in on something - you never seem to get tired of doing four shows a night, even on your nights off! You need the money that bad?"
"Oh, I always need the money," she said, giggling again. "But to tell ya the truth," she leaned in, whispering in his ear, "I just like stripping!"
"Really?"
"Yeah, I'd rather do that than almost anything else! The thought of getting up in front of all those guys and taking it all off just gets me so-o-o-o hot and heavy, y'know?" She punctuated her pronouncement by nipping Louie's earlobe. "Gotta get ready for the show now, Louie. See ya!"
Louie smiled as she sashayed out of the room. "Man oh man!" he said, picking up Jamine's rock. "What a broad! I wish all my girls loved their jobs that much!"
