Prologue
"Nevada, Your up!" called back the crew worker, Johnny.
The stripper could feel the crowd pulsating, calling out to him. His name was being screamed in voices high and low. Nevada looked in the mirror one last time, adjusting his Santa hat and checking his make-up. His hair was gelled into perfection, his scars and tattoos had been hidden with cover-up, and all of his piercings had been filled with hoops that held golden jingle-bells. He looked like the sex-god of Christmas tide. With a quick nod to reassure himself, he heard the first few cords strike up of Santa baby. He took his place and stance behind the curtain on the stage.
"If only they knew what I do every Christmas…"