No Business
I stand under the stage lights, sweating through my pancake makeup. The audience holds its breath in anticipation, but I keep them waiting, to build interest. The better the ratings, the longer I keep the job.
The harlot is led onstage by two robed acolytes. Nice tits and ass, great in the tiny dress. She struggles a bit, cowers convincingly before the trick blade. A great bit of acting; shame she’ll need a new face and name before she can work again. I deftly jab and slice at her stomach; blood pours out, soaking us both.
No business like show.
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