The Strip Club Wager

It was a Friday afternoon and Mercedes had just began preparing her makeup for the night shift, when she saw Crystal arriving from the corner of her vision. They had worked together for the last 6 months at the Silk Stocking, one of the finest gentlemen’s clubs in the city. Mercedes knew that Crystal would have another snide remark as soon as they made eye contact. Standing over 6 feet tall in her clear heels, Crystal had an aura about her that dominated the room. Her makeup was already impeccable before she even arrived, and her waist-length platinum blonde hair swayed back and forth in contrast with her black leather jacket. Having just turned 23 a few weeks ago, she was experienced enough to know what she was doing but young enough to still look like she just became legal yesterday. Mercedes was also gorgeous, but at 21 years old, she was still relatively new to the exotic dancing game.

As Crystal pranced through the dressing room, she said quick hellos to the other dancers, then focused on Mercedes. For some reason, she was friendly to everyone else but without fail would say something mean.

“Oh hey girl! I didn’t know they promoted you to weekends, congratulations!” She said with a condescending smirk.

Mercedes rolled her eyes. “Oh come on, I’ve been here every weekend since October”.

“Oh” Crystal shrugged “Guess you’re just one of those faces that’s easy to forget, but hey, I’m sure there are some guys out there who just want a plain Jane girl-next-door type.” She giggled as she flipped her hair around to taunt Mercedes.

“Plain Jane?” Mercedes rolled her eyes when she responded “Is that what you call someone who doesn’t have ridiculous hair extensions and fake titties?”

“Fake hair and titties?” Crystal laughed “Fake hair and titties… well the titties are real.” She bounced her D cup breasts in her hands under her jacket. “But I’m sure you knew that. Any time someone accuses me of having fake titties it’s because they think I’m gonna let them feel em to prove they’re real.” She unzipped her jacket, showing that she had nothing but a thin bra on underneath, and leaned over towards Mercedes. “Well… see for yourself”

Mercedes felt embarrassed, but everyone in the room was now looking at her, so she gave Crystal’s breasts a quick squeeze. She pretended she was reluctant, but the truth was she knew they were real and had to force herself not to stare every time they were out. “Ok fair enough, they’re real.”

“But…” she added after pausing for a couple seconds “I know you’re not gonna try to tell me that ridiculous hair of yours is real. I mean, at least I can make money here without having to fry the shit out of my hair with bleach and glue a horse mane onto the end.” Mercedes smirked back as the twirled the ringlets in her natural brunette hair around her finger.

“Bitch!” Crystal waved at her dismissively, then suddenly she had an evil look on her face, as if she knew she was about to say something that Mercedes could never come back from. “I’d make more money than you here if I was bald!”

Mercedes paused for a few seconds as Crystal turned away. “No you wouldn’t.” She muttered.

“Oh what was that?” Crystal turned back around. “I didn’t hear that, could you say it again?”

“I… uhh… I said no you wouldn’t” Mercedes responded, not really sure what point she was trying to make. “I mean.. it’s objectively true. I see the guys you appeal to, it’s the dudebros with tribal tattoos and too much cologne who think people are impressed by how much they can drink. Those guys like the blondest, biggest tittied bimbo they can find, and that’s you. You’re nothing without that fake-ass hair”

She heard a few of the other strippers laughing in the background.

“Oh yeah, wanna bet?” Crystal immediately snapped back, with that same evil grin on her face.

“What do you mean, bet?” Mercedes responded quizzically.

“I mean…” Crystal paused as she reached into her purse and retrieved a set of cordless hair clippers with no guard on them. “You shave me bald right now and I’ll go out and make more money than you tonight. If you make more than me, you get everything I make tonight…”

“Wait” Mercedes interrupted “You just had that in your purse already?”

“Yeah don’t worry about it. Anyway, you didn’t let me finish. You make more than me, you get all the money I make. But… If I can make more than you tonight, even with a shiny, smooth head, you’ve gotta shave yours to match, and keep it that way as long as you work here. And no wearing wigs or hats either.”

At this point, all the other dancers were circled around Mercedes and Crystal. “Do it!” one of them shouted. “I mean, shit! If you don’t take that bet, I will”. Still, it felt like a trap to Mercedes. At the same time, though, how could a bald girl possibly make more than her as a stripper? Plus, if nothing else, the satisfaction of getting to strip Crystal of her long locks and knock her down a peg would be more than worth the risk.

“Uhh… alright, fine, fuck it.” Mercedes snapped back after a long pause, causing everyone in the room to cheer and applaud. “But we gotta set some ground rules. First of all, no doing anything illegal for money.” She looked at the other girls “Y’all gotta make sure she isn’t going in the VIP rooms with the door closed.”

“Oh come on!” Crystal replied dismissively “You know I don’t do that stuff. Anyone pulls their dick out in front of me walks out of here with a black eye and blue balls. It’s you I’m worried about.”

“Also” Mercedes added “No sneaking money in.”

At this point, Linda, a manager at the club who was a sort of mom to all the dancers chimed in. “I’ll keep track of the money and make sure there’s no funny business going on. Just give it to me every time you come back here and I’ll keep count.”

There were few people in the world that Mercedes trusted more than Linda, so she nodded in agreement.

“Ok… and you said I have to keep it shaved if I lose, what about you?”

Crystal immediately responded

“Sure! If I lose I’ll stay bald. So… we got a deal?” she asked as she flipped the clippers on and off.

“Alright, fine, your loss.” Mercedes responded with a shrug. The room burst out in applause.

Crystal began to sit down in one of the dressing room chairs but then got back up again. She slowly and seductively peeled off all her clothes while maintaining eye contact with Mercedes, moves she had perfected in her years as a stripper. “Wouldn’t want to get stray hair on any of my clothes.” She said with a wink. Once she was completely naked, she sat down in the chair and held up the clippers.

“Uhh… wait, you want me to do it?” Mercedes responded with surprise.

“Yeah, that’s the deal. I said YOU shave me bald. Then later tonight when I win, I am going to shave you. Now chop chop, I don’t have all day.”

Mercedes grabbed the clippers. “Fine.” She fumbled with the device a bit trying to figure out how to turn it on, but Crystal stopped her.

“Hold on, you don’t want to be getting all these little hairs in your outfit, you know it’ll be itching all night. Don’t be shy, it’s not like everyone in this room hasn’t seen you naked a hundred times already.”

Mercedes stripped out of her outfit with an annoyed look on her face and tossed it on a chair, revealing her perky B cup breasts and smooth pussy. This drew a couple of “Woo”s from the girls crowded around them. She picked up the clippers again and figured out where the switch was. They hummed to life.

Crystal had a huge grin on her face. “Do it!” She exclaimed. “You know you want to!”

Mercedes placed the clippers at the side of Crystal’s head, but then had a change of plans, and moved them right to the center of her forehead. She pushed them back and mowed a bare patch right down the center of Crystal’s scalp. Crystal’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she let out an audible moan. Mercedes didn’t waste any time, quickly making another pass, and another as she tried to ignore how much Crystal was clearly enjoying this. “Yes, yes, YES!” Crystal shouted. Long, blonde hair formed huge piles on her lap and on the floor, as her smile and bald patch grew wider.

Once the middle third of her head was reduced to nothing but patchy stubble a couple of millimeters long, Mercedes went to work on the right side. She was moving the clippers so fast now that she kept having to re-do spots where the clippers failed to remove some of the hair. Meanwhile, Crystal leaned further back with her eyes closed, biting her lip and gripping the arms of the chair like she was riding a roller coaster.

Mercedes couldn’t help but chuckle at how ridiculous her rival looked right now. Two thirds of her head was buzzed like an army recruit, showing just enough stubble to prove she wasn’t a natural blond. The other third brushed against the floor as it awaited destruction. “Come on, finish the job!” She heard one of the girls behind her say, and she went back to work. Six more passes of the clippers, from the middle out, and all of Crystal’s long, blonde locks were gone. Mercedes blew on the clippers like a smoking gun. The crowd around her applauded.

Crystal rubbed her scalp as she looked in the mirror. “Wow!” she kept repeating. She got up and brushed herself off, then walked to the counter and reached into her purse. She pulled out a can of shaving cream and a few disposable razors. After turning on the sink, she waited for the water to heat up and wet her scalp, then shook the can and sprayed a generous amount into her hand, spreading it around until it formed a white cap. She sat back down and waved the handful of razors at Mercedes.

“You want me to shave you with a razor too?”

“Pssh, girl I think you need to get your ears checked. I said shiny smooth head. You ain’t done yet. Besides, starting tomorrow, this is your everyday hair routine, so you might as well get some practice.” She said in a mocking tone. “Oh oops, almost forgot something” Crystal added. She rubbed an index finger over her scalp, coating it with shaving foam, and then spread a layer of the white foam over each of her eyebrows. “To be fair, I did say my head would be smooth and those are on my head.”

Mercedes suddenly became somewhat nervous. Of course, there was no way she could lose this, but if she did, she would not only have to keep her head shaved but her eyebrows too. She would look like a freak. She could always work at another club and grow her hair back out, but this was by far the best club in town, so she’d make less money if she did that. Still, it’s not like that would matter anyway. She’d win this tonight, and not only would Crystal stop picking on her, she’d probably have to find somewhere else to work so that she could grow her hair back. Mercedes was very adept with a razor, since she had kept everything below her neck shaved for years, but as much as she wanted to project confidence, her shaking hands betrayed her nervousness. The smug look on Crystal’s face didn’t help. After a few passes of the razor at the crown of Crystal’s head, Mercedes went ahead and shaved off her eyebrows so she could stop being reminded of the stakes every time she looked at those two strips of white. They were erased with relative ease, and now she went back to the top, more calm and deliberate.

About 10 minutes later, she was done. “There!” Mercedes exclaimed “Happy? Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve gotta get ready to actually make money tonight, unlike you.”

Crystal didn’t even seem to notice that remark. Instead she stood in the mirror, posing while rubbing her scalp with both hands. “So smoooooooth!”

Crystal took a quick shower and came back. After drying off her scalp, she produced another item from her bag- a tin of wax. She spread it over her dome with both hands until it reflected the fluorescent lights on the ceiling. “So Shiny!” As she stared at herself in the mirror and rubbed her head, she felt a tap on her shoulder.

It was Linda. “Hey, hate to interrupt whatever you’re doing here, but you’re on in 10, get ready.”

Crystal quickly applied her lotion, got into her black lingerie and slipped on her fishnet stockings and high heels. She looked at herself in the mirror again before heading to the stage. Last time she had worn these clothes, she had been a blonde. Her head had been burdened with long locks that required more and more maintenance to cover up the damage she had done with repeated bleaching and extensions. Now it looked clean, simple, free. She would have eventually needed to do something drastic anyway, but she was going to have as much fun as possible with it, and hopefully get what she desired most in the world.

“Coming up next to the main stage, it’s Crystal!”

Mercedes grinned when she heard those words from the DJ. She had gone on stage for the first time of the night a couple songs ago and gotten a decent haul of singles thrown at her, and was now working a group of frat boys. The guy she had been giving a lap dance to, Chad or Tad or something, handed her a 20 as the song ended and the next song began.

“Hey Chad, you’re gonna want to see this” She said to him, pointing at the main stage. She hadn’t even bothered to try and get another dance out of him because she was more interested in witnessing what would surely be the first of many humiliations for Crystal.

“It’s… uhh… Brad” The frat boy said back to her.

“Yeah that’s what I said, anyway, guys check this out.”

Out of a plume of smoke strutted Crystal. She had the usual high heels and black lingerie, but nobody was looking at those. The whole room was fixated on her shiny dome, and she pranced over to the pole with even more confidence than usual.

“Whoa that’s not something you see ever day!” Brad said with a surprised tone.

“I dunno bro, it’s kinda hot” Said one of the other frat boys, who wore a tank top and a backwards Red Sox cap.

“Of course you would be into that, bro” said his friend in the Nike polo.

“What are you waiting for? Go up there, Sully” Said Brad, punching him in the shoulder.

He did, and pulled a wad of dollar bills out of his pocket. He tossed one at Crystal to get her attention as she was removing her top, and she looked his way. At this point, four other men had also joined him at the main stage, and they were each tossing singles to get her attention. Crystal finished the part of her pole routine where she slipped her panties off and began making her way around the stage. Normally a dancer would go in front of each guy and jiggle her boobs or smack her ass, but this time, the men were barely interested in that. One by one, they showered her in dollar bills as she let them rub her head. Right as the song was ending, a man in a suit and tie busted out a stack of cash from his jacket pocket and made it rain on her with what must have been at least $100, then whispered something in her ear.

Mercedes heart began to race a bit. Crystal had collected a lot more than her on her first dance, but that was just due to the novelty of seeing a bald stripper for the first time. There was no way she could keep up that pace the whole shift, and there was a lot of time to catch up. Still, none of the frat guys wanted a lap dance from Mercedes after that spectacle, so she moved on.

As she made her way around the club, Crystal walked up to her and caressed her brunette curls. “Nice hair” she complimented. “It’ll look a lot nicer when it’s on the floor.”

Mercedes continued her rounds through the club, trying not to be rattled by that taunt. She was doing better than usual. A few guys had paid her for lap dances, and she’d convinced a bachelor party to buy a grotesquely overpriced bottle of vodka that she’d get a kickback for. Still, every time she saw Crystal, she was making money. The guy in the suit kept buying dances from her, and it seemed like he was paying more than he had to. He seemed to be using one hand to rub her head and the other to retrieve more money as she grinded on his lap. Mercedes tried to ignore it and focus on her own money, but it was hard not to think about what would happen if she couldn’t out-earn a former blonde.

Mercedes next turn on the stage came and went. A man in a #77 basketball jersey showered her with singles and whispered for her to come over to his table when she was done. As she scooped up the dollar bills from the stage, she knew this was more than she usually got, but she was getting worried it wouldn’t be enough.

After depositing her stage earnings with Linda, she came back out and found 77. After a brief conversation, she was already giving him a lap dance by the next song. She guided his hands and let him touch as much as state law would allow, and acted amazed when she saw the outline of his cock, repeating her usual line about how she’d never seen one so big. He was satisfied and agreed to another song, and as that song was ending he handed her more than enough cash for another. Then the DJ’s voice came back over to the speakers as the Guns ‘n Roses song faded. “That was Candy, give it up for Candy! Now coming up next to the main stage, it’s Crystal!”

Mercedes was determined to ignore it. She had to make sure this guy was having the time of his life. As Pantera started playing over the speakers, she noticed 77 look away from her as his grip on her ass loosened. He was staring at the main stage.

“Uh hey” She said to him, jiggling her breasts with her hands “My tits are down here!”

“Oh uh, right… yo is that chick BALD?”

“Yeah, some people will do anything for attention.” Mercedes responded dismissively, guiding his hand back to her ass.

“Hey, uhh… you’ve been great. Keep the change.” said the man in the basketball jersey as he moved Mercedes aside to join the men on the main stage. As frustrated as that interaction made her, she found it hard to look away. Crystal was rocking the bald look, and she looked so much hotter than she ever had before. She saw the whole thing happen, and she giggled in Mercedes’ direction as she beckoned the basketball jersey guy over.

Fuck.

Crystal once again found Mercedes when her stage session was done. “Oh I gotta remember to go plug those clippers in. Your hair is so thick, they might run out of juice.” She made a buzzing sound as she walked away.

Mercedes worked as hard as she could for the rest of the night. She pulled every trick she had to get money out of guys, and never stopping to take a break, easily shattering her personal best for the amount of money she’d earned in a single night. The shift was now over, and she stood in the shower washing her hair while Linda counted the money. She couldn’t shake the feeling that it was the last time she would do that for a long time, and imagined what it would feel like if she was rubbing a smooth scalp instead of her thick brown hair. She actually found herself a little excited at the thought. It was hard to deny how sexy Crystal had looked tonight, but she was also confident it wouldn’t matter. She had made a LOT of money, and Crystal had taken a couple breaks and wasn’t getting as much interest towards the end of the night.

She dried herself off, wrapped her hair in a towel, and her torso in another one, and went back to the dressing room. Everyone was there already. Hardly any of the girls had gone home for the night, and those who did had come back to see who won the bet.

“Thanks for washing your hair for me, it’ll look nicer when I keep it as a trophy” Crystal taunted.

“Alright, everyone, settle down!” Linda shouted. The room went quiet.

“As you know, Crystal and Mercedes made a little bet tonight. Crystal thought she could earn more money than Mercedes ever if she were bald, and she was pretty sure about it. Whoever made more money between these two tonight gets all of the other one’s money, but that’s not all. If Crystal wins, she gets to shave Mercedes bald, and whoever loses ain’t allowed to grow anything back as long as they’re working here, no wigs or hats allowed either. Now that part kind of made me worried, because I feel like that just means one of you is gonna go get a job at another club so you can grow your hair back. That’s why I called my counterpart at every other club in the city and made sure that they’d hold you to that bargain too. So if the loser ever wants to have another hair on their head again, they’re gonna have to find another line of work. I hear McDonalds is hiring.”

That line got a few laughs from the onlookers.

“Now” Linda continued “I’ve counted up the money, and I’ve got each of your stacks in one of these bags, minus the club’s take of course. Crystal, since you initiated the bet and have already… ahh… sacrificed so much, I’ll let you choose whether you want me to reveal how much you made first or how much she made.”

“Lets see hers first!” Crystal shouted to applause.

“Alright” Linda said as she emptied the first bag onto the table. “Mercedes made eight hundred and sixty three dollars.”

The onlookers briefly applauded. Mercedes breathed a sigh of relief. That was by far her best night ever and she felt safe now.

“Quiet down” Linda urged as the room immediately went silent. She poured the other bag on the table. “Crystal earned eight hundred…”

She paused for dramatic effect. Both girls nervously eyed the stack of money trying to gauge how much it contained.

Linda let them sweat for a while and then continued. “Seventy-eight dollars. Crystal is the winner!”

Mercedes froze. $15 was the difference between humiliating her tormentor and losing her precious locks. One more lap dance and she would have won. Before she could even fully process what happened, she felt Crystal’s hands on her shoulders, leading her to a chair in the back of the room. The towel around her torso fell off and Crystal tossed the one on her head to the side, leaving her damp and naked. The chair to which she was led already had pairs of fuzzy handcuffs attached to the arms and legs. All the supplies from earlier that night were on the counter, with the clippers plugged in to the wall charging.

“Oh come on, handcuffs? Is that really necessary?” Mercedes asked as she rolled her eyes, remaining stoic.

“Maybe, maybe not, but it’ll make it more fun!” Crystal quipped back.

Crystal closed the handcuffs around Mercedes’ wrists and ankles, then seductively removed her own clothes like she would for a customer. She whispered into Mercedes’ ear “You have no idea how badly I wanted to do this… I thought it would take months but you went for it on the first try. I bet you want this as badly as I did. You’re gonna be so hot when I’m done.”

Wait… Mercedes realized… Was Crystal into her? Was that why she always singled her out. More importantly… Was she into Crystal? The fact that she could smell Crystal’s arousal answered the first question. The fact that she could feel her own answered the second one.

“You know, Crystal” Mercedes said back with a smile “If I didn’t know better I’d almost think you were coming on to me.”

Crystal whispered back into her ear “Crystal’s the name I use for customers here, my real name’s Kaylee.” Mercedes whispered back “Mine’s Eleanor.”

Crystal picked up the shaving cream and a razor first, and squirted a little dollop onto her fingers. She spread it over each of Mercedes’ eyebrows and slid the razor over them. All the hours she had spent plucking and shaping her eyebrows and they were gone in a couple seconds, but that was the part she was most afraid of, and she was glad it was out of the way first. Crystal unplugged the clippers next and got up on the chair, straddling Mercedes and shoving her head between her ample breasts. She used one hand to make a ponytail with Mercedes’ still-wet hair placed the clippers at the back of her nape with the other. The clippers hummed to life, and slowly but surely, she mowed a path down the center of Mercedes’ head from back to front. There was no going back now.

Instead of going outwards from the middle, Crystal decided to have some fun with it. She made the next pass about an inch away from the previous one, and repeated the process again and again until Mercedes’ remaining hair was in vertical stripes, all the while gyrating her hips and grinding against her victim like she was giving a lap dance. The onlookers cheered on and some even tossed dollar bills at them.

Crystal got off Mercedes, pulled her hair back tightly and tilted her head towards the mirror. “There, all done!”

“What?” Mercedes gasped with a shocked look.

“I’m just fucking with you, the look on your face, though. Ha! I’m gonna make you as sexy as me.” Crystal teased as she once again mounted the chair with the clippers in her hand. This time, she made each pass from side to side, starting at the front. As she brushed the little snippets of hair off Mercedes’ chest, she made sure to “accidentally” brush against her erect nipples and gently pinch them. After 5 minutes where both girls completely lost track of time, she was done. All of Mercedes’ dark brown hair was piled neatly on the floor, and only stubble remained on her head.

Next, she filled a cup with warm water and poured it over Mercedes’ bare head, massaging it in. She sprayed the shaving cream on her hand and spread it over the other girl’s scalp until it was fully covered. Though Crystal was not as nervous shaving Mercedes’ head as Mercedes was shaving hers, she worked much slower, savoring each stroke and watching the mirror as if she was seeing someone else do it. Not satisfied with the amount of dark stubble still visible once she completed the job, she spread another layer and repeated the process. After she finished the second shaving, Crystal was satisfied with her work and spread the wax over Mercedes’ head to give it a shine.

Crystal uncuffed Mercedes’ right hand so she could feel her head. “Hope you like it, because this is your look from now on”

“I… I love it. I think I could get used to this.”

She used her free hand to grab Crystal’s smooth head and pull it towards hers, going for the kiss. She immediately felt Crystal’s tongue and reciprocated. The girls circled around them burst into applause as they made out.

Crystal undid the remaining handcuffs.

“Want to go back to my place?” She asked Mercedes.

“Oh fuck yes!” she replied.

 

One Year Later

Tonight was the first time anyone at the club had seen Crystal and Mercedes since their wedding two weeks ago. They had just returned from their honeymoon in the Bahamas. True to her word, Mercedes had continued to shave her head and eyebrows daily, and had never worn a hat or wig, not even outside of work. Most of the new girls at the club just assumed she had some condition where she couldn’t grow hair and owned it. She now had a level of confidence that she never had before, and was one of the club’s top earners. She sported a healthy tan from head to toe thanks to the Caribbean sun. Meanwhile, Crystal had grown her hair out, and added extensions back in. Tonight, it was dyed bright red and reached almost to her butt.

Once the club had reached capacity, it was their time to shine.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special treat for you tonight. Coming up next to the main stage, it’s Crystal…. AND Mercedes!”

The smoke machine at the back of the stage went off and they emerged. Crystal was wearing red lingerie and red high-heeled platform boots that perfectly matched her new hair color. She had a whip slung over her shoulder with a foot long tail of braided brown and white strands. It was made from their hair that had been shorn a year ago, woven together. She held a leash that was connected to a spiked collar around Mercedes’ neck.

Many of the regulars at the club had grown accustomed to the sight of a completely hairless stripper, but there were always new customers who were shocked my Mercedes’ appearance. Despite the lack of hair, her neon-yellow bikini and high heels highlighted the shape of her body and made her femininity impossible to mistake.

By the time the girls had made it to the stage, there was already a crowd of customers around them. The routine started as it had before, with Mercedes bent over Crystal letting go of the leash and spinning around the pole, gently whipping her butt each time she came around. Then Mercedes turned around and presented her breasts to Crystal, but Crystal wagged her finger and pointed at her top, which she slowly removed.

This time, though, there was something under the bikini top that the regulars weren’t accustomed to. Each nipple had a stud through it with crystals on each end. This drew some oohs and ahhs from the crowd as Crystal spun around a few times whipping her breasts. Then she pointed at Mercedes’ bikini bottom and made the same finger wagging gesture. As Mercedes slowly pulled them down, she had another surprise underneath. On her bare pubis, she now sported a tattoo about an inch high of a K interwoven with an E. This was the only tattoo on her body. She held her leg up in a vertical split while Crystal spun around brushing her pussy with the whip, then finally, she caught the whip with her hands and snatched it from Crystal’s grasp.

By this point, there was already so much cash on the stage that they needed to be careful not to slip. Mercedes removed the collar from her neck and placed it around Crystal’s, and she assumed the position, bending over while Mercedes spun around the pole gently stroked her butt with what used to be their ponytails. She stood up and Mercedes gave the same finger wag to her top, which she slowly removed. She had something new under there too. In each nipple she had a gold ring with a small charm in the shape of a Mercedes-Benz logo dangling from it. They jingled as she bounced her large breasts up and down while accepting the whip. When Mercedes motioned to her to remove her panties, she revealed the same tattoo in the same place.

As she lifted her leg and let Mercedes whip her smooth pussy, many of the patrons showered the stage with bills as if that were the grand finale, but those who knew the song knew there was still a minute left. Now Mercedes slowly caressed Crystal’s body, starting at the legs and working her way up. She played with the nipple rings and giggled, then worked her hands up to Crystal’s face and gave her a quick kiss, then she worked her hands up to the top of her head, pointed at Crystal’s long red locks and gave the same finger wag. Crystal made an exaggerated gesture of confusion. Mercedes then gathered Crystal’s hair into a ponytail with both hands… and yanked the wig off, revealing the smooth scalp underneath. She climbed up the pole and spun around upside down, waving the red wig around like a trophy, while Crystal rubbed her own scalp feigning surprise at her baldness. Her scalp had an even tan, as she too had been soaking her bare scalp in the sun after Mercedes shaved it smooth again on their wedding night.

She went around the stage collecting the cash and letting the customers rub her smooth scalp. Meanwhile, Mercedes performed her acrobatic routine while using the wig to cover and uncover everything but her bald head. They knew this would again be one of their most profitable nights ever.