A dressing room

-cowritten with SammyColt-

The door led to a room much larger than Max had expected. Somewhat narrow but long. It seemed to run nearly the entire length of the club. The door shut behind her and nearly all the sound from the club was dampened.

One wall was lined with desks, covered with an assortment of make-up, styling products, wigs even a few sex toys. There were mirrors everywhere and a large rack of skimpy clothing. There were a number of doors that led elsewhere but Max's main concern was a small stairwell that must have led to the VIP area. There were a number of half-naked girls in the room with her but they seemed more concerned with themselves than her.

One of the woman stood, checking herself out one final time in her mirror before she glanced over at Max, her eyes drifting down her body and the clothes she was wearing. She nodded her head disapprovingly before turning away and walking up the the stairs towards the VIP room.

Max looked down at herself, at the trashy clothes she wore. All the other girls here were in expensive lingerie, sheer fabrics, smooth silks and she was dressed like a street walker. Turning to the clothes rack she mulled over her options.