The balls of my feet were throbbing, as if dancing to the beat of themusic. Carrying me away from the center stage, was the crescendo of applause and cheers. Beads of sweat tickled the small of my back, and thecoke-fueled adrenaline thumping inside my chest served as a reminder Iwas alive.As soon as I reached the edge of the stage, I kicked off my six-inchstilettos, welcoming the release of my suffocating toes.
One more song in these babies, and they'd be numb.
With no time to waste, I grabbed the bills from my garter, threwthem on the floor, making a pile in the seam dividing the main stageand Plexiglas wall. After exchanging non-verbal assurances that my stashwas safely guarded by my favorite bouncer, Tuli, I stepped in to the stall,and turned on the water. Waving a smile to the audience, I wiggled the pinsand needles out of my toes on the cold, hard tile.The shower stage always drew in a big crowd. A nude chick, sudsingup with wet hair, strutting up and down a jet stream runway - what's not tolove?