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“Nah, keep it.”
Hearing the car door open has me preparing for her swift departure; however, the long stretch during which it doesn’t close has curiosity calling to me to discover why.
To look in that direction for one moment to get my answers.
To get one final glimpse of the reason I haven’t been getting enough sleep lately.
Just as I decide to turn, unexpected heat hits the shell of my covered ear, sending uncontrollable shivers down my spine. “Use it to keep yourself busy until I can, Mr. Wilcox…”
Chapter 9
Brynley
“Hey, hot stuff,” a tipsy patron attempts to purr as I deliver his balding friend a whiskey refill, “what’s it gonna take to get you in the box?”
First, I’d like to point out that it’s not a box.
It’s a dangling set of lights that gives the illusion the dancing female is in a box.
Second, I’d wish everyone knew what a bitch that shit is to clean.
Lastly, dancing around in the equivalence to my bikini for a room full of – primarily male – strangers, isn’t something that’s ever gonna happen.
It’s one reason I quit bartending at the strip club.
Who I wear practically nothing for is my decision.
And only mine.
His cigar free palm moves to graze my thigh to which I execute a well-perfected evasive maneuver. “Sorry to disappoint, sir, but I only swing my ass around like that for pleasure, not tips.” I shoot him a sultry yet snarky smirk. “And never just for tips of pleasure.”
The male I delivered a beverage to chortles and slips a hundred into my black, lace, thigh garter exposed specifically for that purpose.
Some chicks like to stuff the cash in their tops.
Some chicks like to flaunt it on their g-strings.
And some of us – me – don’t like to display exactly how much cash I’ve collected in a night.
It’s the same reason I tuck my tips away between every round I make.
I don’t trust most people.
They’ve proven too many times they’re perfectly fine, disappointing you.
And I grew up with that in my household.
I don’t need that shit ruining my adulthood too.
“Gentlemen,” I seductively coo at the same time I inch my black, skintight, cross halter dress back into place, “it’s been a pleasure serving you this evening.”
And so goddamn lucrative that I’m almost tempted to work the overtime.
“If you desire anything else during what remains of your visit, Vanessa,” I gesture an open palm in the direction of an approaching dark-haired female bearing a backless gown and red stiletto heels, “will assist in fulfilling it for you.”
The grabby handed bastard quickly questions, “Anything, huh?”
I flash him a sexy smirk and echo, “Anything.”
