روايات وقصص ضمن Trabajo Como Bailarina Exotica

"Patricia had to accept three jobs to pay her father's debts. She worked as a baker during the day, a dance performer at night, and a dance instructor on weekends." I pressed closed my eyes as I remembered how I cruelly tried to make her quit her job at Blueplate. I remembered that afternoon when she came to the shop barefooted. I thought it was her way of catching my attention, but she was not making a show. It was real. Her sad eyes were real. "What usually happens in a private show?" I unconsciously asked. "I do not know," the investigator said, "Gracieux Performing Company is a high-class dance company that provides entertainment to the rich, but unknown to everyone, its underground busi

Intimidating. But I had no choice. I decided to go back to the club as an exotic dancer because I had no other source of income and the man I had stopped doing the work for had just served me divorce papers. I dressed in a gown that almost didn’t cover my ass—a skin-tight, backless crimson number with a hem that barely skimmed the bottom curve of my cheeks—and left the apartment without looking back. At the club, while I was preparing to dance for a regular customer, the owner, Rico, pulled me aside urgently.