Snippet #1037293

After her show, Angel went off stage and sat down, relaxing. Someone--she didn't know who--brought her a glass of water and she gulped it down gladly. The lights on stage were so bright and the room was so tense that it made her act that much more difficult. She got up and dragged her ass into her dressing room. A huge room with beautiful decorations everywhere. She looked in the mirror and laughed. She took off a lot more this time that the others. Changing quickly, Angel hurried out of the hotel where she could just relax. In Vegas, no one recognized a stripper; which she was glad for. No autographs, pictures, no one to worry about. She inhaled and went over to the Stratosphere, where she was going to meet up with a friend of hers. She'd known him since she moved here and had to luck to stay friends with him.

Adrian set up his massage table in a private room in the hotel. He'd give out several invites to women on the street and wait to see if they would come to his hotel room for a massage. Of course, he didn't do it for free, but he did do it for a discount. He was waiting right now for a very special woman. A friend he'd had for a while now--Angel.