"I work between forty-eight and sixty hours a week back home in Rhode Island and make sixteen dollars and fifty-five cents an hour. That's it. I'll tell you, I've been tempted many times. I could go across town to this dive called Kittens Cabaret and earn more money there dancing on a pole in one night than I make all week at the grocery store."
"Oh, believe me, I know the feeling." Fresh from the booking office, Lindsay focused on Becky Watson with luminescent eyes as the two ladies settled onto side-by-side bar stools. She swung her knees toward her latest customer and was decked out in a form-fitting, dark blue minidress that plunged all the way to her navel. She'd left her hair loose but added a pink ribbon to keep the strands free from her face.
"Back in California, I was slinging c
