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the deposits. I could only hope that gum was the only gross thing under the table tops too. I would just burn my clothes when I got home.
                  I was smart enough not to mention this assignment to my parents. The less they knew about my job, the less grief I would receive. I had to tell my kid brother, Pharaoh though. He flipped out and bragged to his brawler buddies that their fantasy job did exist and his sister had it.
    Heavy hip hop music pounded in the background. Ms. Asia Beauty Queen finished her set and the ten or so men present applauded and barked like seals. I was right, these guys looked nothing like the hot men on the website. Bills floated like fall leaves onto the stage and Ms. Asia crouched on the floor to collect her pay out, looking graceful as she did so. I wondered what would compel a woman to do this job, but gathered from media’s fixation on this world that anyone from sexually abused women to girls trying to pay for college to moms with bills did this erotic entertainment. By the looks of the bundles of cash she cradled like a baby, Ms. Asia could definitely pay the bills, and the night was still young.
                  Finally, a rock song started and Gerard bopped his head back and forth in an effort to look interested, eager and straight. He put each of his arms on the booth seats to show anyone who cared that he was with Angelica and me. He nearly knocked the top of my head off as he did so. Angelica and I erupted in laughter. Keeping up airs, Angelica would kiss her cousin on the cheek and I would rub his chest. Gerard smelled wonderful, my acting probably looked genuine as I kept my face close to his chest.
    The next dancer strutted on the runway as a Hoobastank song blared. Tigress—as she was introduced by the D.J., was a fine specimen. The way her legs formed pretzels around the pole was intriguing. Our mouths half-open, I wondered out loud if she needed Vaseline to slide so effortlessly on the length of the golden pole. My partners just laughed at me. I later discovered that Tigress was the owner of the club and I was strangely proud of her for that.
                  After another hour and five dancers all named after jungle animals, Angelica and I had enough data to do our reports. Before leaving, we asked a group of young fellows to snap a picture of us in front of the neon sign. I immediately sent it to Bradley. I wanted him to know I was having fun without him. I hadn’t heard from him in three days, not even a goodnight text.
    We left the club feeling fat thanks to the gorgeous dancing felines and decided to make matters worse by heading to the Asian smoothie shop for Tapioca pearl drinks. We sat among the crowd of college kids, fitting in, barely. We sucked on our fruity blended boba drinks as we hashed out our new experience. Several times in the tiger booth, Gerard had looked like he was going to be sick from all the boobage he saw. He did declare that the perky butts kept him sane.
                  “You’ll like my husband then. He has an awesome bubble butt!” I checked my Blackberry as I thought of Bradley and saw that he had called twice in the last half hour. My picture must have worked. The loud conversations from the wired college group extended to the parking lot, so I sought refuge in my car. Bradley’s message said to call him back as soon as possible, no matter how late. I missed his voice and I called him back right away.
                  “Hey, Bradley. It’s Nix. Are you okay?” I was afraid he would tell me he was injured or failed some test and would have to be sent home.
                  “Hey, Phoenix. No, I’m fine. I just wanted to talk to you about something. Boot Camp Graduation, actually.” He sounded hoarse. I felt bad for the physical strain he endured. I could hear a few people in the background.
                  “Are you out?” I pried. “Did you receive