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It isn’t that Reina hates her job. In terms of the financial aspect, she fucking loves it, and she’s truly never seen even remotely as much money as she’s making right now. Plus, she’s never had a boss as good as this one. Diana’s kind enough — maybe a little too trashy in Reina’s mind (which is absurd considering Reina is the stripper here and Diana fucking owns the place), because she’s got big dreams of becoming a rich, classy stay at home wife with all the luxuries in the world and owning a whore house doesn’t exactly fit into her dream life mold. But other than that, Diana is the type of woman who has shaped Reina’s perspective on what life should be like when she’s older. She can count on one hand how many positive female role models she’s come across in her twenty seven years on this planet, and Diana would count for half of them. Seeing her reminds Reina of how she needs to start acting if she wants to get anywhere in this world — shoulders back, head high, articulated words and no more ugly southern accent. She isn’t the poor kid from the trailer park anymore — or at least, she desperately doesn’t want to be.

So it’s a good place to learn and to study from her boss and the other rich women that occasionally come in to supervise their husbands or have some fun themselves. Reina doesn’t hate her job but when their customers get too handsy, it’s hard for her not to take a steak knife and chop those hands right off. She doesn’t mean to storm backstage the way she does after one of the men sitting front row fondles her ass one too many times, but Reina can’t contain the fire in her when she’s pissed off — and even though she’s trying to work on keeping herself calm and collected like the classy women she wants to emulate so badly, it’s fucking difficult. “M’gonna fucking kill that guy,” she grumbles, daggers shooting towards the curtain where she can see the over-served man from behind it every time it swings slightly to the side before she starts rifling through her makeup bag. She doesn’t realize her boss is standing literally right next to her until she looks up, but it isn’t in Reina’s nature to apologize, so she simply cocks her head and moves to the mirror to reset her face. “If he puts his hands on me one more time or says something else absolutely disgusting to me I’m walking out tonight, Di. I’m not in the mood to deal with this bullshit.”