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“Dammit.” My mind refuses to turn off. Not even the loud pounding bass beat that vibrates the dance floors can distract me. On the outside, I’m smiling and joking with customers at the bar, mixing up cocktails, and giving some of the regulars a bit of conversation. But on the inside, I’m a hot mess.
“You look like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders, girly.”
My gaze turns to the familiar voice. Kellyanne and her husband are club regulars. She is beautiful and bubbly, confident, too, as she prances around the club in nothing but a sheer negligee that shows off her toned body. “Hey, Kellyanne. Just thinking. What can I get ya?”
“Three ice-cold vodka martinis. Dirty as hell.”
“Coming right up.” Kellyanne and her husband are good tippers and usually have good conversations, making her the perfect distraction. “Having a good night?”
She looks around the room with a satisfied smile. “So far, so good. You’re still not interested in joining me and Rusty for a threesome?”
Kellyanne’s blunt question always jars me because people just aren’t that honest in real life. I shrug. “I haven’t changed my mind, but thanks for asking.”
“Level with me, Ivy. Is it because you don’t find me attractive, or is it Rusty?”
I frown and shake my head as I place two large olives on each cocktail spear. “You’re both hot, and you know it. It’s just not something I’ve ever done or really considered.”
That response only makes her more interested. “We’d be gentle with ya, Rusty, and I’ve broken in more than a few menage virgins.”
“I have no doubt, Kellyanne. The moment my curiosity gets the better of me, y’all are at the top of my list.” That answer seems to satisfy her, so I snap the top on the shaker and do its thing for fifteen seconds before pouring the martinis over the olives. “Can I ask you something, Kellyanne?”
She slides onto a bar stool and says, “Of course.”
“How do you share your husband without getting jealous?” Gray’s obviously on my mind. He’s jealous, and nothing has happened between me and Stone, but Kellyanne and Rusty are here regularly, usually with a third, sometimes in the orgy rooms.
She sighs before taking a swig of the drink I place in front of her. “There was some jealousy at first, but it was all vanity. Her tits are better than mine. His dick is bigger. Stupid shit like that.”
I’m a rapt audience. “How did you get over it?”
“Time. Rusty and I are rock-fucking-solid, and we both know that. This place gives us a way to enjoy our kinks and to experiment without fucking up our relationship. Are you the jealous type?”
I shrug. “I’m not sure.” I try to think about how I might feel if some chick in a tight blue jean skirt and cowgirl boots pressed herself against Gray, but I don’t feel jealousy. Or anger. “I don’t think so.”
“Rusty and I come here because we like to fuck. I love men and women, and Rusty, well, he just loves to fuck. This is about pleasure, raw, physical pleasure. All the other pleasures we save just for each other.”
I smile. “That’s sweet.”
“I know.” Kellyanne grabs all three glasses, leaving the tray behind. “Now, if you’re not joining us, I’ve got two men waiting to fuck me silly. Too-de-loo!”
I laugh. “Have fun!”
Kellyanne’s throaty laugh sounds as she walks off, the crowd seemingly parting just for her.
After Kellyanne leaves the bar, it seems as if everyone in the place clamors for one last drink, which my bank account is totally on board with. The next ninety minutes fly by in a blur, and I’m almost run off my feet.
I nearly collapse in gratitude when Hazel locks the doors behind the last couple. “All right, guys. Excellent job tonight. Let’s clean up and get home!”
The club buzzes with activity until the place looks like it did hours ago when my shift began. I smile as I look around one last time and head to the door. The canvas money bag where I keep my tips bursts at the seams inside my purse.
“Good night?” Sawyer grins as he walks beside me toward my car.
“Great night for tips,” I answer with a tired smile.
“Bad night for something else?” Damn, this big burly man and his inquisitive nature.
“Nope. Good tip night means a good night, period.” Gray and Stone are friends with Sawyer, so I’m keeping my damn mouth shut. “Good shift?”
“Would’ve been better if I was inside.”
