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The weekend brings all of the crowds.  All manner of freshly paid deviants willing to depart with their money for a few hours of drinks and debauchery as young women in various states of undress cater to their carnal needs.  Even Monday nights bring in a respectable crowd, though most of them just sit at the bar watching Monday Night Football.  Tuesday nights at Club 33, however, are just downright painful.

With exception to a couple of weary-looking truckers that have wandered in off the road, the nightclub is all but dead.  Knowing full-well that there is little money to be made, most of the tip-earning staff usually take the night off, leaving only a couple of diehard dancers to slog it out.  Standing up in the DJ booth Kim fights the urge to fall asleep, paying little attention as Liz lazily swings around the pole on center stage while entertaining a group of overly animated Japanese businessmen.

Wearing only a neon pink spandex tube top and matching workout shorts, Kim rests her elbows on the booth's mixing console, her eyes growing heavier and heavier by the minute.  Standing next to her, mostly to keep himself entertained, the DJ strums his fingers on her rump as he fiddles with his audio controls.  Watching her nod off, the DJ ceases strumming and gives Kim a couple of soft pats on the backside.

DJ: Wakey, wakey.  You're up next, Red.

Read the story and ogle at our little, ginger-haired burlesque queen at the $5 tier level.  :D

Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2 

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