Stay In, Eat Out

The girls having a little fun on self-quarantine

They moved to Vegas to be in the big shows, the ones were you got paid big money for wearing very little. The casino was on lockdown just after the girls were hired and issued their “costumes” consisting of stockings, gloves, high heels, some body chains and jewelry and not much else. They stood at the mirror, looking at their soon-to-be-future.

“Damn that Murray, I asked him if there were costumes. He said yes. I specifically asked if they were revealing costumes. He told me not to concern myself.” 

“Well, I’ve worn less. I guess we can swallow our pride.”

“Yeah, as long as I don’t have to swallow anything else. Basically dancing naked with a couple of accents.”

“You gotta admit, those accents make us look pretty hot.”

They both looked at themselves, and each other, while turning slowly in front of the mirror. 

“Come here, I want to show you something.” she said, taking her by the hand and guiding her to the couch. “Lie back and close your eyes.”

“This isn’t in the act.”

“You can say that again. We’d have to charge triple.”