It was the same as every other night - Venus calling her in when the other girls can’t deliver. Dolling up, getting real nice and prettied up. Shake her ass with some feathers and pearls while leaving the locals wanting a hell of a lot more. . . And then raking in a shitload of tips from frothing boys and horny grampas looking for one last kick. It was easy money and she positively lavished under the attention.
But unlike other nights, it seemed she had a straggler if the sudden voice from near her was anything to go by.
" Those who say diamonds are a lass’ best friend clearly hasn’t
seen one in pearls. Are those real, by any chance? ”
Feather and pearl clad body coming to a halt, Charly couldn’t help the grin that spread across her features. Brows raised and hands slowly propped on her hips - the blonde whipped her head around with a loud ‘ HA! ‘.
“ Real as my tits, pal, and every last inch of me, ” came her teasing reply . . . And then she noticed who she was addressing. A little guy. A really little guy with a cute little outfit to match and bizarre features. It jarred her confidence if only for a moment - mask slipping to one of genuine surprise. But it was brief before she slapped on that trademark grin once again. She’d dealt with all kinds on the midway - it was just another Saturday night.
“ Well, well. Look’it you all dolled up like that. Get yourself nice and fancy for lil’ me? ” There it was, the teasing drawl as she took one step towards him. Then another. Hands riding lower along the pearled garter belt she wore. “ It’s cute. Green really brings out your eyes, ” she tacked on before she came to a full stop before him. . . And pointedly bent over at the waist and placed her hands on either side of him.
“ Just like these pearls bring out mine. Don’t y’think? You can feel ‘em if you’re not convinced. ”