Time for work! Cara grabbed her keys and got ready to leave.
She shivered and pulled her coat closer around her, closed the door of the cottage and walked out into the darkness.
This was a lovely little village in the middle of nowhere and a place that she felt safe and secure, away from the hurly burly of the nearby city.
Her neighbours were mostly elderly couples, spending their days pottering around their garden, enjoying their retirement.
It had taken them a while to get used to her, accept her as one of their own. But with her smart clothes and clipped English accent she began to make friends, enjoy a daily chat about roses and tea.
But, oh, would the residents be so friendly if they knew what she did? A smile played on her lips as she climbed into the car.
Half an hour later she arrived at her destination.
She opened the door and blaring music assailed her ears, the smell of smoke stung her eyes and nose.
She flung off her coat to reveal the sexy, scant underwear beneath, climbed onto the stage, caressed the pole and danced!