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But, not this time.
“I don’t want anything to do with this nasty thing. I’m not doing it.” Anger surges through me.
My own father did this. Manipulated me into his debauchery.
I’d rather this vile business rots to the ground before I run it.
“Boy, he really messed this up, huh?” She breaks into a wild laugh that degrades into heavy coughing. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do. In the meantime, Yolanda and Betty are doing their little primadona twirls, so I have to run. Love ya, chicka.”
I know what I have to do.
Flinging open the door, I find Garland clear across the foyer. He’s sitting at one of the high booths with two incredibly scantily clad women.
They need some damn clothes on.
“Bring me the checkbook. I’ll give everyone their severance pay starting immediately.” Waving my hand, I don’t see if he follows before stomping back into the office.
Garland slinks in a moment later. “Ms. Sanders. I don’t think that you?—”
I hold up my shaking hand.
It’s taking everything I have not to break down screaming. “Please. This is what I’m going to do. I don’t see any other option that doesn’t go against every fiber of my being.”
His mouth thins, but he nods and pulls the ledger from the drawer of the desk.
After a very tense and stressful two hours, all of the employees have either received their money, or it’s been stuffed in an envelope for mailing.
“Is there anything else you’d like me to do before we go?” His hand lands on the last of the lightswitches making darkness cover the windowless room.
“Yes. Put up a closed sign. Good day.” Pushing back out into the hot Vegas evening, it scalds my lungs, but purifies me from cloying ick that clinged to me while I was inside.
Even if deep down I know maybe I’m jealous people can be this sexually free without feeling like it’s wrong.
That isn’t me and never will be.
3
ROMAN
Her oiled body gyrates on the pole, and the colored lights are playing a rainbow on the small droplets that hug her skin.
She’s gorgeous enough that I want to eat her.
If only she hadn’t talked during her interview. Her voice is like sandpaper on a sunburn.
The deep thrumming beat of the song comes to an end and she lands in a wide split, dropping her bare breasts to her cupped hands.
“Nice job, honey. Now, before you say anything, put that mouth to work like those hips were moving.” Leaning back in my chair, I unzip my pants and let my hard cock shift free of my boxers.
Her painted lips form into an “o” as she sits up. “Um, is that part of the interview?”
I let my fingers wrap around my hard girth and slowly stroke up and down. “Yep. Let’s see how committed you’ll be to your job.”
Her nipples bounce when she sits back on her heels.
A ray of light cuts across the stage, then narrows.
Caz’s heavy hand lands on my shoulder. “We got a problem out front, boss.”
