Healing Magic & Playboys (CASUAL MAGIC #3) by Lauren Connolly EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Lauren Connolly
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The evenings after I teach, I refuse to wear the proper stripper uniform. I’ll
still put on the lacy, bedazzled bra that adds enough push-up to make it
appear as though my D-cups are about to spill out. And I’ll tug on my
matching panties that seem sheer but have crystals clustered over all the
important parts. I’ll even coat my skin in the glitter-infused lotion that
makes my normally beige complexion look like I’m covered in glittering
gems.
But I will not wear the heels.
The soles of my feet ache from hours standing in front of college
students, trying to explain how Wikipedia may be a good starting point
when learning about a new topic, but it is not a viable source to cite in a
research paper. When I first applied to library school, I didn’t expect there
to be an instructional component. I imagined I would be tucked away in
some archive, examining old books, or I’d be cataloging collections in a
public library. But I settled into higher education, and academic librarians
wear many hats.
Though, I’m not sure how many of my colleagues across the country
have a stripper hat in their skillset closet.
I technically don’t have a hat either. But I do have a mask. I tie the lacy
disguise over the top half of my face and secure the material to my hair with
a few strategically placed bobby pins.
But—due to my five-class-in-a-row-day—I do not put on the six-inchtall pleaser heels.
Barefoot, trying not to wince at how even flatfooted my soles are still
tender, I push through the door that leads from the dressing room to the area
behind the main stage.
Without the soundproofing, I can hear the last bit of “Champagne Shit”
by Janelle Monae. As the final cords trail off there’s the sound of cheering,
the crowd showing their appreciation for the performance.
“Club is busy for a Tuesday,” Blue says. They pause beside me with a
janitor broom. The cleaning implement looks badass with its chrome handle
and pitch-black brush head.
The Air Elemental is in charge of cash
collection tonight, sweeping up all the loose bills after each dance. They
make a big show of moving the broom around, but us magic types know
Blue is actually manipulating the air currents to direct the money off stage.
Making sure they don’t miss any. On slow nights we collect the bills
ourselves, since it’s only a handful.
Not that I keep the cash.
“Oh,” I say. “Good.”
Blue snorts, hearing the lack of conviction in my voice. Most dancers
would love a building full of eager customers. A part of me is glad to hear
there’s a decent showing.
The problem is, I only need a few audience members to earn the
payment I’m looking for. The more people there are, the more likely there’s
someone in the crowd who voices dissatisfaction over my not-so-classic
stripping style.
Also increases the chances someone might recognize me.
Stop it, I silently scold myself. No one from your job would come here.
And even if they did, they wouldn’t recognize you on stage.
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