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Of course, all of her profits would go to him. She thought she’d make enough money to pay him off in no time. Wrong. Dudes who came to the club were willing to make it rain for a stripper, but for her, they just made it sprinkle. Sprinkles didn’t add up to much.
“Hey, Criss. Cristal. Cristal!”
Cristal blinked when Angelina snapped her fingers in front of her face. “What?”
“Damn girl, that must’ve been some fantasy.”
“I wasn’t fantasizing. I was thinking about everything that’s going wrong in my life.”
“Well, like I always say….”
“Don’t focus on the bad, appreciate the good.” Cristal said before Lina could spout off her mantra. “Whatever.”
Angelina placed the money from her register into a black bag. The bartenders usually went to the Cashier’s Room, one by one and counted their money for the bar manager, Jeff. Being the lead bartender, Angelina always went back last.
“Lina, how much money do you make in tips on a good night?”
Angelina leaned her slender hip against the counter. “Um, on a good night, I could make close to three hundred.”
“Are you serious?”
Lina nodded. “When the high rollers are in town, I make more than that. But, I’m not the only bartender here. At my last job, I was the only bartender. I usually made close to five hundred a night.”
Shit. She’d never made over a hundred. Even when the high rollers were in town.
“I sing my ass off and I never make more than a hundred.”
“Well, if you….” Lina shook her head. “Never mind.”
“What?”
“Nope. Not saying. Because then you’ll get mad and I’ll lose the only bitch in this club that I like.”
“If you don’t tell me, the only bitch you like isn’t going to like you anymore.”
Lina sighed. “Alright. I’ll say it. I think you don’t make much because you dress like a school teacher. There. I said it. And, not even a teacher from today. More like a teacher from when I was in grade school.”
Well damn. Cristal stared down at her clothes. Tight black jeans. Loose fitting red shirt and red heels. This was her sexy outfit. She didn’t know what Lina was talking about. “This is sexy.”
“No. That is dated. Outdated.”
Ouch. “Should I dress like you? Booty shorts and a bra?”
“No. You need to wear something that compliments your figure.”
“This does.”
“No. It hides it. And why are you wearing a shawl?”
Cristal glanced down at her black shawl. “Because it’s cold outside.”
“It’s not cold inside. You don’t stand out. The men here see women like you every day. You remind them of their wives, their girlfriends, their co-workers, their sisters. Why would they pay for more of that? You need to be their fantasy.”
“In case you haven’t heard, men don’t fantasize about big girls.”
“Bitch, have you been living under a rock? First of all, all pussy is pink. Big women, small women, black women, white women, Hispanic women, all women have pink pussies.”
“Ew. But, true.”
