What the Other Weasleys Don't Know…
Chapter 2: Smitty's Exotic Dancers
Ginny breezed through the back door, ignoring the jarring bang behind her as it swung closed.
"Hey Butch," she greeted her boss. "How are things going tonight?"
Butch Smits glanced up at his most prized employee. She alone brought in the equivalent of five other workers. Must be her red hair. "The guys are pretty distracted tonight," he told her, "I hope you're wearing the black lace."
"Got it covered," she replied, with a slight wave of her hand. "I even got a new dance that'll knock their socks off."
Ginny walked to her private dressing room and rolled her eyes at the irony: her very own dressing room at a strip joint.
As she was changing into her fire-fighter outfit the door of her dressing room burst open. So much for private Ginny thought to herself.
The interrupter was one of Ginny's coworkers. Tina, a young blonde (in both ways) girl, just out of high school had burst in with an excited look on her face.
"Look at this!" she exclaimed, holding a handful of bills in Ginny's face. "Tonight's been really slow, but then this one guy—and he wasn't old or fat or anything—gave me loads of money and just acted like he was so cool. Then the other men—who are old and fat, by the way—saw how he was tipping and just followed his example! I'll be rich! Hopefully this bloke'll come more often. And just think—if I got this much; imagine how much you'll get. I mean, you're like the star."
Ginny stared at Tina for a few seconds waiting for the high-pitched babbling to sink in.
She was saved from having to answer by her boss, who barged into her overcrowded private dressing room.
"The fire capacity in this room is ONE person! Do you see how many people are in here? THREE!" she held up three of her fingers as a visual aid.
"Yeah, well at least you're dressed to put it out," Butch said starring at the outfit that barely covered her. "But I came in here to tell you the crowd's getting restless. Get a move-on."
"Alright, alright." Ginny grumbled, walking out of her 'private' dressing room.
As she stood behind the red velvet curtain she focused on clearing her mind using the method Harry had taught her. After her first time in front of actual people she had come up with a few rules for herself.
Make no eye contact.
Do not speak with them—not even come-ons.
If they don't give you money within seventy-five seconds of you shaking yourself at them, walk away and give them the look mum always gives Fred and George.
If they get too grabby, take three slow steps backwards and tut at them. (Tut as in 'No, no, no,' – you get the picture.)
Do NOT reveal this occupation to any people with red hair, freckles, or people who know what a 'muggle' is. If this rule is broken, possible exile from the Burrow can and probably will follow.
These rules had kept Ginny sane and successful throughout the three years she had been stripping. And the rest of the Weasleys thought she was just an innocent little waitress. Ha!
Ginny heard her song start playing from the speakers and stepped out from behind the curtain.
There were blinking flashes of lights, which Ginny had gotten used to over time. She did a sultry walk down the catwalk lined with spotlights. There were catcalls and whistles as she started her 'routine'.
As her song came to a close, Ginny prepared herself to exit the stage. When she felt a large, gold coin be thrust into her hand. And she looked down and saw it was a galleon. Surprised to have been handed wizard's money, she glanced up and found herself staring into piercing gray eyes.
It took her a moment to place the pale blonde hair, and muscular body, but when she did, she gave a gasp of astonishment. He smirked when he knew she recognized him.
"Malfoy." She whispered.
A/N Wow…that was an awfully short chapter! Hmm…well it was a cliffhanger, so HA! I hope people are intrigued! Anyway, here are the review replies, to those of who care!
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(And Kasey who is currently lifting a pillow with her arms and saying the times tables.)