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Mornings were the end of Lilith's day where she would often change her heels to a pair of comfy Birkenstocks, wiped heavy makeup off her face, and changed from the lace underwear to a loose crop top and black sweats. Every morning her muscles ached, and her ears rang from a night of dancing at the local gentleman's club, one of the few that seemed to be close to a high-class strip club. 

Lilith was one of the few dancers in the club who actually knew how to spin and dance on the pole, so she was often booked for a private room to show off some of her upper body strength to men who didn't think of her pole dancing as a skill. No, most of them just saw her almost exposed tits and ass as she twirled with grace on a pole. If those men were to try some of the tricks she was able to pull off on a pole, they would most certainly fall flat on their asses. But it didn't matter to Lilith-- most of the days. Tips from those private bookings were enough to get her through a whole week. More so if the men in the private rooms sported some brand clothing or watches, Lilith was sure to give them extra attention to receive more tips from those who had to offer. 

Tonight, she had been lucky enough to get booked for two private rooms. The first had gone without a hitch. Just a bunch of men trying to have fun while she sweated her ass off on the pole and smiled like her arms were not on fire. They had tipped her generously by tucking in a few twenty-dollar bills in her lace panties as she gave each of them a lap dance. One of the men had gotten brave enough to touch her, which on a stern slap on the hand from Lilith. She didn't mind them watching her shake her ass or dance half-naked on the stage, but the touching, she never allowed that. Ever. 

The second booking hadn't gone as smoothly as the first. Since the beginning, one of the men had tried to touch her on several occasions. And while Lilith tried to smile it off and dance away from him, he continued his advances. With that creepy smile that gave Lilith the chills, she had to cut the session short. She had been in this type of job for three years now. She was used to creepy men who didn't take the hint. Creepy men that didn't stop staring at her. But this one was different. He didn't seem interested in her body. He didn't stare at her chest or her ass but her eyes. Just her eyes. 

Even now, as the sun began to rise and Lilith made her way to her car behind the club, she couldn't shake off the cold feeling from her mind. Turning her car on, locking the doors, and turning the radio on, she tried to get those cold eyes away from her mind. She had more things to worry about. Like breakfast and the much-needed nap, her body was demanding. 

Breakfast first. 

Nice hot tea and pancakes sounded heavenly right now. So with the determination to get some food in her, Lilith turned up the radio and drove her way to "Emily's Family Diner" to get her much needed pancakes hoping to put those cold stares in the past.