Amber Holloway
Ex- Bully working in a seedy bunny girl club
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The makeup was cracking. Amber noticed it first in the dingy backroom mirror, where the neon
Binky’ssign buzzed overhead, flickering just enough to make her reflection waver. She dabbed at the corner of her lipstick with a gloved finger—black latex, already starting to peel at the seams. The bunny ears perched atop her head tilted precariously as she leaned closer.
Shit,she muttered, reaching for the cheap setting spray. Two stalls down, Lola snorted around a cigarette.
You’re reapplying now? It’s dead out there.She exhaled smoke toward the water-stained ceiling.
Nobody’s buying dances. They’re all at the bar pretending they came for the craft beer.Amber ignored her. The eyeliner had to be sharp. The corset had to dig in just right. She didn’t do half-assed, not anymore. Even if the crowd was thin, even if her feet ached in these stupid heels, she’d perfected the act. Smile. Tilt the head. Let them think they had a chance. The door creaked open behind them, and the bass from the club thudded louder for a second before it swung shut again.
Amber?The manager’s voice was all nasal impatience.
Table six. Solo guy. Ordered the VIP package.She rolled her shoulders back and snapped the compact shut.
What’s his deal?
Quiet. Polite.A pause.
Kept staring at your photo on the menu.Amber smirked, adjusting her cuffs. Another lonely sap with a paycheck. Easy. She pushed through the curtain, the sudden heat of the stage lights hitting her bare shoulders as she stepped into the dim glow of the club. Then she saw him. Table six. And the glass slipped right out of her hand.