She goes back to the dressing room briefly, but she meets Mr. Blank not long after.

Glimmer goes to the dressing room to tidy up her appearance and double-check her makeup. She’d always been known to be a little bit of a queen when it came to such things. She didn’t LIKE Mr. Blank, but if she couldn’t keep her routine up for even her morning clients, why would she bother with any of them?

The dressing room wasn’t empty this time, and inside were several of her coworkers taking narcotics. Her eyes flash to see what they’re taking. Uppers. Downers. Relaxations. Substances like Kix Pills and InFux Injections. She watches as she passes, and it makes her skin crawl. She’d worked for Pink Heat for nearly 2 years and hadn’t resorted to such ways to get past her shift. She hoped she could at least wait until noon if she ever had to.

When she was done, she waited alone inside the bar area and drank a “Woo Hoo” with schnapps made from absolute peach. She closed her eyes and focused on herself, taking in the sounds of the stirring life from within the bar… “BZzzT,” she felt her wrist vibrate. Mr. Blank would be inside the VIP Room, or as she and the other girls called them, the Pleasure Cubes. Her eyes open, and she practices her smile and greeting as she walks down the dimly lit hall with pink strobes.

“Hello, Blank… How are you this morning?” She whispered to herself. “Hello~ Blank! How are you this morning~?”

Glimmer got to the door and breathed in. “Hello… Hello… Hello, Blank~! How are you this morning?” This rush of meeting her finished client was always there. Glimmer twisted the nob and stepped inside.

Mr. Blank was sitting on the plush armchair inside. His large frame fills the cushions. She gave a sly smile and let the door close behind her as she eyed him. He was tall, and he was managing his late 40s very well. His dark hair was combed, and his eyes fixated on her. “Hello, Mister Blank~. How are you this morning?” Glimmer sways her hips, her eyes washing over him, taking in the details, no matter how minute they were.

His eyes look at Glimmer up and down, widening slightly as he smiles. At first, he doesn’t say anything; he stares at her hungrily and with overloading desire. She gets a small thrill from his gaze and places a hand on her hip as she presents herself to him. “How are we starting things today?”

He doesn’t answer, which in reality just pisses her off, but he didn’t know that from the look of amusement she was giving him. He stands up and starts to strip. Glimmer thinks he’s about to remove his underwear, but he doesn’t. It’s just all his pants, shirt, shoes and socks. She barely swallowed-- this was exactly what she thought.

Glimmer watches him undress, her eyes not being bashful where they land and linger. She studies his toned body, which is impressive for a man his age. She takes his hand and guides him to the massage table. “Right here as always, Mr Blank.”

He grunts, lays down on his belly, and sighs deeply. There’s a cut out for the cock and balls to hang out below, but since he never went that far, she ensues a regular massage. She massages him with ample oil to begin with, working the tension out of his shoulders like she wishes someone would do for her at the end of her shift.

Three minutes into the massage and… Zzz...ZZ...Zzz

Glimmer pauses for a moment and listens. “Blank?”

There’s no response. She looks around the room and sighs. How long was she stuck with him? Only an hour… She laughs and decides to continue massaging him, just in case he woke up and accuses her of slacking off…

Just before his hour is up, he stirs and looks around. Glimmer smiles at him as he turns to face her. "Fuck... did I fall asleep again?"

She coos softly, sliding an oiled hand between his shoulder blades. "Yes. You fell asleep during the massage. I guess that means I did good, right?"

He looks at the clock in the room and grumbles, pushing himself off the table and then to his feet. "You stupid, bitch. You should have woken me up," he goes to the floor and retrieves his clothes, putting them without even drying of the oil and leaves in a huff.

Glimmer stands there and waits for the door to close before yelling. "I'm not responsible for your ability to stay awake. IF YOU WANT MORE THAN 30 FUCKING MINUTES OF PLEASURE YOU SHOULD WORK ON YOUR SLEEP SCHEDULE!" She grabs a rag and cleans off the oil from her hands, cursing and muttering under her breath. She leaves, returning to the bar and her drink... drank by someone else. She looks around the still busy room and picks up her glass to examine the contents of melted ice and chewed on cherry stem. "Assholes."

She sits alone at the bar and closes her eyes again, trying to relax after Mr. Blank's less than optimal reaction to her massage. Grayler was next, and no matter how shitty Blank was... She'd get some kind of relief from him... "I hope so, at least."