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[takecourage]

She's danced on her own tonight but now she's ready to go again and, this time, it's going to be her and Kavinsky together. When they've done this before they've cleaned up and Alex doesn't expect this to be any exception. They're starting to ramp up the content of the dances, starting to play a little bit more to the crowd and Alex is finding that she enjoys that. It makes her feel so deeply in control when she sees the way men look at her right before they throw their money at her.

She preens a little in a mirror backstage, fluffing her hair, adjusting the ties of her top, the flare of her skirt over fishnets and tall, tall boots. Her tits are riding high in a bandeau bikini top and she's got her g-string under her panties. She's ready to go.

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[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky stepped into the dressing room, fresh for the night and flush from the cold air outside. It was a busy night, which meant they were likely to do better than they might have either way, and he appreciated that. Not that they weren't cleaning up. They certainly were, and he liked that too. But cold nights certainly helped.

He gave Alex a slap on the ass as he passed and grinned. Not yet quite dressed for the stage, he was at least half ready. A cheap, easily ripped up shirt under his customary leather jacket, suitable for any weather because it was a dream thing. He took the jacket off and threw it onto the vanity bench beside Alex's.

"Hey hot stuff," he said, taking off his wedding ring and tucking it into a jewelry box he kept on the bench with his scant stage make up, mostly just concealer and eyeliner. "You gonna step on me in those boots tonight?"