To my complete and utmost display, tonight is the one night of the month I always dread the most: fetish night.
Truthfully, I think I'm the only girl here who despises fetish night. Actually, it should be a rather easy time, considering that us dancers have the privilege of wearing far more clothes than we're used to; since tonight's theme revolves around "school girls", the other dancers and I will spend our night walking around with white shirts buttoned just slightly past our breasts and too-short plaid skirts hiked up past our knees. Instead of blatant nudity, this night is about show: tonight will be about us playing the role of "bad girls" and their apparently lesbian teachers. It's highly unrealistic, but since so many of these gullible and desperate college guys eat this shit up, Richard insists we continue this tradition on the third Wednesday of every month.
At about six o'clock, Dani and I take center stage, she sitting at an old school desk Richard's father once stole out o