Page 120 of Ewan

For the second act,I pick a catsuit that covers me completely but doesn’t leave much to the imagination.

I keep my heels on and walk out of the room when the manager, who peeks from behind the stage at the two girls dancing, catches sight of me.

“What are you doing?” he asks, studying my look.

“Getting ready to walk on the stage.”

“Who told you to put that on?”

“No one. I thought we could pick our own costumes.”

He nods impatiently, waiting for me to finish talking.

“No one said a jumpsuit is a sexy costume.”

“This is not a jumpsuit. It’s a catsuit.”

“It could be anything. You go back and put on a bra and some panties. A thong I prefer.”

“I’m not wearing a thong. I can’t wear a camel toe concealer. It slips out.”

“Not my business. Don’t wear one. I hope you’ve waxed your pussy.”

I give the man a death glare.

“Don’t look at me like that. Go. Sexy bra and thong. That’s it. And sexy heels. Do not make me say it twice.”

I stare at him for a second more before I spin around and go back while he shifts his focus to the stage, unfazed.

Fuck him.

I get back in and remove my catsuit when I hear clamor outside. The girls must’ve finished their act.

Rushing, I almost break a nail and smudge my lipstick when a strand of hair slides over my mouth. Men. Why do they have to fuck with everything?

This gig is hard as it is. I don’t need him to micromanage me.

I barely put a thong on and fasten my beaded, fringes-covered bra when someone knocks on the door.

My eyes swing in that direction.

“Who is it?”

“Are you ready?” the manager asks, and I find it odd that he’s at the door.

He behaves like I’m his property.

“Almost.”

“We need to talk.”

The nerve he has.

I push up, glance in the mirror, and check my behind. It’s not a thong thong. It’s a pair of shorts with a low waistband and a high cut that displays half of my butt.

I almost yank the door from the hinges.

He looks down the corridor, probably expecting the girls to show up, and then he tips his eyes down and drags them up before meeting my glare.

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