by Sky Corgan
“So you weren't really planning on stripping?” I ask, hopeful.
“Girl, I'll do what I have to do. That doesn't mean you've got to though. If someone asks us to strip, you can just pretend to get sick. I'll do all the work.” She gives me a confident nod. The idea of watching her strip makes me stomach turn. I wouldn't be able to hang for that. I just know it.
I give the dress a longing look. It's cute, with a knee-length skirt, cap sleeves, and white lace embroidery on top. Nothing that a stripper would wear. I want to try it on so badly.
“Come on, Sarah. It's just one night. You can help your sister out for one night.” She lays on the puppy eyes.
“Fine,” I sigh, caving. What did I just get myself into?
She squeals, absolutely delighted. “Yes! Oh, thank you. Thank you. Thanks you. You won't regret this. We're going to have the best night ever!”
How wrong she was.