"You're going to get caught if you go with him," Holly said to her as they were in the backroom. Savannah was sitting in the chair with her body covered it glitter and her hair all over her face. She had just finished up dancing on the regular stage. After the bouncer had helped her retrieve all of the dollars that were thrown at her on the stage she had the horrible task of unfolding each crumbled up dollar she received to count it. It was a long process, but it was one she wasn't going to complain about, because who wouldn't want to count garbage bags full of money? It was just one of the perks of being her, she figured. Oh the joys of straightening out dollars after ten minutes of work on the main stage. It was never going to get better than this for her, she figured.
"Hey look at these," she said as she held up a stack of the twenties she had in one pile. Holly just looked at her and rolled her eyes before she went back to counting her own money. "You know those are from him," Savannah said as waved the stack of twenties in her friends face. It wasn't to brag about the money she made on the stage, but pointing out a simple fact that this man had money and he was the perfect mark.
"I still don't know, Sav," Holly said as she started to count her own money she made earlier in the day. They have done this what felt like a thousand times already, and for that reason Savannah didn't understand why Holly was trying to back out of the deal now. This is what they did, hell this is what Holly brought her into. "I think if you're going to do it, I'm going to have to sit this one out."
"If you sit this one out, you don't get anything," Savannah said as a matter of factly. It wasn't that Savannah even needed the money at this point. It just felt like a rush to her. She liked to see just how much she could get away with before she's caught. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but that's probably why she liked playing it so much.
She finally stood up once each dollar was in a perfect little stack and she walked over to where her clothes were. She pulled a black shirt off of the rack and placed it over her body, the shirt was so tight that it just hugged every curve she had perfectly. The rest of the clothes were now being put in the suitcase she brought in with her. She had an assortment of clothes she liked to choose from to find the one that was perfect enough for her to dance in.
"How much money did you make today?," Holly asked her as she was standing up to apply lipstick on her lips before she pulled her hair into a low bun at the nape of her neck.
"I made a grand tonight," Savannah said as she stood up zipping up her suitcase. She rolled her eyes over toward Holly who looked at disbelief. Savannah was never someone who liked to brag, but hey if she asked her she was going to tell her the truth. She walked back to the table her bills were collected on and grabbed a rubber band out of a nearby bowl to secure her money with.
"You know on a good night I make about three hundred dollars," Holly said as she let out a soft sigh, "What are you doing that I'm not?" Holly was a good looking girl too, but she was nowhere near as attractive as Savannah. Maybe there was something dirtier and sexier about Savannah that made it easier for her to pull so much a night, either way, dancing wasn't the thing that gave Sav her thrill.
"I'm not doing anything," she said with a shrug of her shoulders. She didn't understand her hype either, but this was just a means to meet to the end. "I'm not going to be dancing forever," Savannah continued, "It's getting boring. I need something to challenge me."
"It's getting boring getting a thousand dollars a night," Holly said as almost a diss at her friend before she scoffed at her. Savannah never paid any attention to Holly's snide comments to her because she never cared. She walked right up to her friend and wrapped her long arms around her and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. "I promise, to be careful tonight. I won't do anything that will get me caught. You know I'm careful."
Soon after saying that she grabbed her suitcase and started to roll it out of the dressing room and toward the man who was waiting for her at the bar. He was an older man, he had to be in his forties, but he looked great for his age, he just had one patch of grey hair in his dark hair. "Thanks for waiting for me," she said softly as she walked up to him. The only thing he did was smile at her and offered to hold onto the handle of her suitcase. "Anything for you doll, I can't believe I get to go home with you tonight."
That was pretty cute, the only thing Savannah could do was twist her lips into a little smile and tried to make herself look interested in what he had to say. "I'm ready to go if you are..."
Now she wasn't used to 'working' where she actually worked, but she had to know if he had anything at home that was worth taking home for her own possession. She followed right behind him and walked toward his car. She made sure to pull her hand behind her back to check to see if her switchblade was in her back pocket. She didn't think anything would happen to her, but a girl can't be blamed for having extra protection for herself.
"Are you ready to go?" he said to her as he placed her suitcase in his car.