Candy walked to work the next night, following the same route she always had, since she'd started working at the bar months ago. It wasn't a long walk, if one cared to make use of the various alleyways and side streets that littered the congested city, only about ten minutes time to and from her home. She could of course drive, she had a car, and while it certainly would have been preferable to walking on the particularly cold nights, the thought of someone she knew driving by and seeing her car parked outside mortified her. If someone from her classes saw her and word got around campus, she could be ruined.

Not that it was likely she would be recognized here. The people she normally associated with wouldn't be caught dead in a seedy place like this. Nor did she have any family nearby. She'd moved from home to attend her preferred school and she had been the one to travel to visit them, rather than them visiting her. Instead she lived in a small two bedroom apartment with another college student named Emily, a stuck up bitch who despised Ashley and therefore never questioned her late night outings. Her friends and professors weren't the type to go to a strip bar and she doubted anyone else in her classes would either. As much as the threat of being seen frightened her, the thrill she got in return made it all worth it.

She passed through the streets, paying no attention to her surroundings, until she arrived for her shift once more. As always, she entered the back into the dressing rooms. Surrounded by the other working girls, Ashley stripped down and prepared herself for the night to come. Tonight she'd worn a tiny black ensemble, a black lace bra that was a touch too small for her, causing her breasts to spill out slightly and a tiny matching thong. The lace on both formed a flowery pattern across the garments. Upon closer inspection, the lace was mostly see through, save for a few spots where the flowers formed by the lace covered her naughty bits. Finally a set of classic stripper heels completed her uniform and she was ready for work.

This night passed by to Ashley, now Candy, like so many others had. The lust in the room was almost palpable, the stares, the whistles, the money literally thrown at her just so they could see her youthful body twirl in it's mesmerizing dance of raw sexuality. When not on stage she'd pass through the crowd, wearing what could be charitably be called her working cloths, flirting with the costumers, laughing at their jokes, and convincing them to buy more drinks. She felt a hand brush against her now and then, but thought nothing of it. It was to be expected and was all part of the game to her. This routine passed until closing time drew near. Her's was the last dance and after completing it, she addressed the crowd.

"Thank you all so much for coming tonight," she called, her voice melodious and soft. "I hate leave you all, but we've all got to go." The announcement drew grumbles and complaints from the crowd, but the patrons began to disperse. The blonde dancer didn't wait to watch, however. She drew herself back into the dressing room and began her own preparations to leave.

She left the thong and bra on, not feeling like changing, and threw a plain white t-shirt and a pair of jeans over them. The heels were placed in a locker in the back and replaced with comfortable sneakers. Lastly, she picked up a bag she carried to and from work to avoid bringing her purse and double checked to make sure everything was still inside. Keys, wallet, a roll of bills from her tips tonight, makeup, and a small taser she brought along just in case. It wasn't very powerful, mostly just gave a small shock to surprise an attacker. Everything was still in its place so she bid farewell to the few remaining girls and staff and began her trip back to her home.