Fat Fanny barged in, yellow silk robes flowing.
"Here's your costume, kid."
"Thanks, Fan." I gave the French Maid dress a sniff and a shake. "I must ask Tricia how she got that stain out."
Fanny was already busy powdering her face. "Well, if you can believe her..." Snort. "The other day she was telling us, a regular paid $800 just to spend the evening with her."
"There was no hanky panky, Fan", she mimicked. "I'm a happily married woman."
"Yeah, right." I started putting on my garters.
"Don't forget tonight there's a 3-for-1 special", she said.
Fanny was curling her eyelashes. "Tell me about it. Back when I was starting out we'd never french a customer."
I sighed, frustrated. "You also didn't have this much competition then."
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