Here are two excerpts.
In the first, Anna gives a female customer a lapdance:
"I climbed onto her and locked my eyes on hers. I began to move slowly and deliberately around her lap like a snake exploring innocent, trusting prey."
Chip: "Notice here how she insists on viewing herself as the predator, obviously a tactic that keeps her from realizing how much she's being exploited by this culture. No. I'm kidding, folks. I'd totally want her to sit in my lap and spin around like a goddam pinwheel."*
[*modified line from Heathers]
And in this next excerpt we see Anna suffering a rare and touching moment of self-doubt and embarrassment:
"The song ended. The other girls hooted and hollered at me. Hehe! Naked except for fishnet thigh highs and stilettos, I beamed and curtsied like a ballerina. “Thanks guys!” I waved. Inwardly, I mocked myself for treating them all like an audience at a “real” dance show. I angled my butt away from the audience as I re-dressed on stage."
Richard: "There's nothing to be ashamed of, Anna. Obviously, this is far better than a real ballet."
Chip: "I'd like to be sitting in the front row while she curtsied."
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