Hannah Proctor: A Fictional Narrative

Hannah Proctor looked at herself in the over large, somewhat gaudy mirror out back in the Legs 'n' Limbo, a rather low market strip joint owned by a guy named Stan. If he had a second name she didn't know it, or want to know it for that matter, he was a fair bit of a creep but he offered half decent pay in a seedy but good tipping establishment and a whole lot of security. It was the latter that Hannah had come for; the bouncers in this place were huge and highly protective over Stan's girls and right now that was what she needed, to disappear somewhere she could be safe for a little while. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, hide in plain sight, out in the open and under the dim lights and drunken patrons of a strip club, that and
"You come see me after you've done your set tonight, okay? I... want to discuss how you've been doing here so far." Hannah forced her smile to remain and nodded though he wasn't interested in waiting for a response and had already turned his back to her. Once out of earshot she breathed a sigh of relief, glanced over her appearance and undid a couple of extra buttons on the skimpy blouse she had on over the blue and black plaid mini skirt and ridiculously high stilettos which, along with her thong and stockings would be the only thing she'd have left on by the end of her routine.

With a deep breath to steel her pre-routine nerves she made her way out into the club, thankful that she was far enough away from home that no one would recognise her here, especially in the dark lighting of the place. She stood behind the curtain that led down to the main podium in the club, the fabric shuffling as Mary came sauntering out, her panties stuffed with dollar bills and a grin on her face.

"It's a busy one out there tonight" she said to Hannah with chuckle and a wink. "Some big tippers too. You go get 'em, darlin'" and with that Hannah stepped out onto center stage to work the