Lacey sashayed into the dancer's room twenty minutes late. She was on the taller end, around 5'8, with black hair and hazel eyes. Her nose and lips were thin, giving the impression of a barbie doll, along with her slim figure. She was relatively beautiful, but not as much as she thought herself to be.
As she swung her bag across the chair of her vanity, she ignored the other three dancers in the room and started to primp her face and hair, slipping in blue contacts. She hadn't even gotten ready before she arrived, like Bailey had, and she was already late. The other three dancers in the room exchanged looks and tried not to burst out laughing at her cavalier attitude. Trisa snorted silently as the other two dancers mockingly strut out of the room toward the main floor with their hands flared out and their faces puckered. They all burst into giggles as the door behind them shut.
"Alright guys, game faces now," Trisa tried to sternly say, but even she couldn't keep a smile off her lips as they moved into their positions for the night, Trisa behind the bar, Elias to the mob to join Bailey, and Nolan to the stage as the main attraction for the night.
As the other dancers left the room, Lacey glanced behind her and then smiled, and not a nice smile either, a creepy one. Bailey was working today. She could tell because his makeup bag was at his vanity. She stood up and skipped over to the lockers and attempted to open Bailey's. She pouted when she found it was locked, she wanted another shirt to steal. 'Next time I'll bring cutters,' she thought.
Smiling at how cute and irresistible she would look in his shirt, oversized like a boyfriend's shirt should, she sat back down at the vanity to finish getting dolled up. Tonight would be her night. Nolan might be the main tonight, but he wasn't that good looking anyways, she reasoned in her head.
"I would benefit my loves better, and Bailey, surely he would rather see me," she spoke confidently to herself in the mirror.
Squealing at her fantasies of Bailey confessing his love for her, she stood up to shimmy her tight shorts and heels on. Looking at her outfit, a ripped up black, cropped shirt and neon orange bra, tight black shorts with rips that showed off her ass, orange thong straps seen over the shorts, and five inch black stilettos. Tonight, Bailey would beg for her, her delusions assured her of that.