A few nights later, Kim was onstage at The Showcase (Griffin was in her house watching TV on the sofa with one of her cats on his lap).
She was wearing a black evening gown with matching lace underwear and high heels. She was moving to the beat of "Work Bitch," by Britney Spears-Kim's first song. A man at the tip rail was smiling up at her.
Towards the end of the song, she unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to her feet, revealing the ornate, elegant design of her black brassiere and thong. That man whistled at her; she faked a grin back at him.
Her second song began, Tove Lo's "Habits (Stay High)." One minute into the song, Kim unclipped her bra and stood facing the man with her cleavage showing, but her nipples still hidden; he was almost drooling.
"C'mon, baby!" he shouted, showing off a few bills. "Show me your tits!" He put the roll of money in his mouth, it sticking out an inch from his lips.
She flipped off the bra with a gleeful titty wiggle. He shook his head, still with the money in his mouth. She bent down, wrapped her boobs around his face, and scooped away the money, with the smoothness of her skin caressing his cheeks and her nipples tickling his lips.
"Alright!" he shouted, then whistled again.
Three quarters of the way into the song, she stood with her ass in his direction, and slowly pulled down the thong, gradually revealing her anal cleft while looking back at him with an expression that seemed to say, "What are you looking at, perv? Oh, that's OK: I'll let you look." The thong fell to her feet, and she kicked it to the side of the stage.
Then her third and final song began, "Somebody," by Depeche Mode. As she mouthed the words, she thought of Griff, and how much she loved him.
She took off her heels and walked slowly across the stage, as naked as she was when Griff had her the first time. She got on the floor and crawled towards that man, who had another tip, a rolled five dollar bill, held between his lips.
"Mmm!" he moaned. "Mmm, mmm, mmm!"
When she reached him, she spread her legs in front of his face, wrapped them around his neck, and brought his head closer to her pussy. He aimed the money for her hole, which she widened with her hands. He gently put it in, and got a good sniff of the immaculately-smelling area.
Then she rolled over so she was on all fours. With her legs spread and her ass pointed at his face, she slowly crawled away from him, with her asshole and cunt exposed to his greedy eyes, and his five dollar bill sticking out of her twat.
"Beautiful!" he shouted. "Yeah!" He whistled at her again.
The song ended, and she got off the stage, picking up her purse. She was about to put her underwear and shoes back on when the man approached her and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hi," he said. "Can I have a lap dance in one of the VIP rooms?"
"Sure, big spender," she said with a smirk, and not bothering to put on any of her clothes, she just took her purse and went with him into a VIP room. They sat side by side on a couch.
"My name's Dan," he said, shaking her hand.
"I'm Kim," she said, no longer interested in using her old stage name. She was getting ever so vague vibes from Dan, slightly ominous ones.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" she asked. "You seem...familiar to me."
"No, I don't think so," he said. "We never met before, but I wish we had."
Though she was getting those Cream vibes, she reassured herself, No, it can't be one of Manny's men. I'm safe and far away from the likes of him.
A hip hop song began, and she sat on his lap. She was grinding her ass on his hard-on, and moving her hands all over his chest, searching for his nipples.
As his left hand was touching her left breast, his right hand was unscrewing the lid to a jar of Cream. He dipped his fingers into it and scooped out a large glob.
