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Authors: Kylie Walker
by at least a half a dozen well-oiled and at least partially naked asses. She rolled her eyes. She was sick of seeing so much skin. She could go the rest of her life without seeing a single tasseled nipple.
She made her way to the back where her locker was and as she got ready she let herself listen to the mindless chatter of her co-workers in order to keep her mind out of the place where it wanted to go...Jesse and his impending freedom.
“I made nine hundred dollars last night in two hours,” Jasmine was saying. Maybe Lexi was right and that was where her tips were going.
“Doing what?” Delilah asked her.
“Dancin’ fool, what do you think?”
“I’m thinking none of these cheap fools that come up in here are gonna be paying nine hundred dollars for just a dance.”
“You sayin’ I’m doin’ somethin’ I ain’t supposed to be doin’?” Jasmine asked her.
“No honey,” Delilah said in that sweet, little girl way of hers. “I’m just saying to be careful. I don’t want to see you hurt, or without a job.”
“Roxi ain’t gonna fire me. She knows this sweet ass is making her a fortune.” Jasmine had that partly right. Roxi knew full well which of her girls brought money into the club. She was a master at spotting them and recruiting them right off the street...or in a diner as the case was with Chloe. The part she had wrong was that if she was doing what Delilah insinuated then Roxi would fire her “sweet ass” in a heartbeat. Chloe kept her mouth shut. She really didn’t care what Jasmine chose to do and she really didn’t care if she got fired.
“Delilah’s just giving you some friendly advice,” Margo said, once again coming to the younger girl’s rescue. “You’re new here and sometimes the smell of the money can cause you to get carried away...and into a whole mess of trouble.”
“I don’t need y’all’s advice,” Jasmine said, “I got this,” she patted her ass with her left hand and “These” squeezing one of her boobs with her left. “I’ll be just fine.”
Chloe prided herself in being able to mind her own damned business. She had too much business of her own to mind to be sticking her nose into other peoples. Maybe it was just her screwed up mood, or maybe she was just really sick of girl’s like Jasmine having no clue at all that someday those tits are going to sag and that ass will spread...and even if it doesn’t, or you pay someone a lot of money to put them back where they go...you’re not going to be twenty-five anymore. These old perverts had no interest in looking at a forty year old woman shake her ass, no matter how good that ass may look. She heard the snort come out before she could catch herself and suddenly all eyes were on her.
“You got somethin’ to say?” Jasmine asked her.
Chloe stopped and looked at the girl. She was really spoiling for a fight, but she wasn’t going to pick on someone that she could so easily hurt. That would make her no better than Jesse. “No Jasmine. I don’t have anything to say other than what Delilah already told you. Be careful.” She closed her locker and left the dressing room. She really needed a smoke. She stopped at the bar and Lexi laid them up on the counter. Chloe reached for them and as she lifted her arm she felt something brush up against the side of her breast. She turned to see a fairly nice looking man about thirty year’s old sitting on the barstool next to her.
“Did you just touch me?”
With a smile that he undoubtedly thought was charming he said, “I’m sorry, it was an accident. Unless you enjoyed it, then I can do it again.”
Chloe smiled too and then she put her mouth down close to his ear. “Touch me again and I’ll cut your tiny little dick off and eat it like sausage for breakfast.” She took her cigarettes, smiled once again at the shocked looking man and went outside.
She took a deep breath of the cool air before lighting her smoke and taking a long drag. She’d
She made her way to the back where her locker was and as she got ready she let herself listen to the mindless chatter of her co-workers in order to keep her mind out of the place where it wanted to go...Jesse and his impending freedom.
“I made nine hundred dollars last night in two hours,” Jasmine was saying. Maybe Lexi was right and that was where her tips were going.
“Doing what?” Delilah asked her.
“Dancin’ fool, what do you think?”
“I’m thinking none of these cheap fools that come up in here are gonna be paying nine hundred dollars for just a dance.”
“You sayin’ I’m doin’ somethin’ I ain’t supposed to be doin’?” Jasmine asked her.
“No honey,” Delilah said in that sweet, little girl way of hers. “I’m just saying to be careful. I don’t want to see you hurt, or without a job.”
“Roxi ain’t gonna fire me. She knows this sweet ass is making her a fortune.” Jasmine had that partly right. Roxi knew full well which of her girls brought money into the club. She was a master at spotting them and recruiting them right off the street...or in a diner as the case was with Chloe. The part she had wrong was that if she was doing what Delilah insinuated then Roxi would fire her “sweet ass” in a heartbeat. Chloe kept her mouth shut. She really didn’t care what Jasmine chose to do and she really didn’t care if she got fired.
“Delilah’s just giving you some friendly advice,” Margo said, once again coming to the younger girl’s rescue. “You’re new here and sometimes the smell of the money can cause you to get carried away...and into a whole mess of trouble.”
“I don’t need y’all’s advice,” Jasmine said, “I got this,” she patted her ass with her left hand and “These” squeezing one of her boobs with her left. “I’ll be just fine.”
Chloe prided herself in being able to mind her own damned business. She had too much business of her own to mind to be sticking her nose into other peoples. Maybe it was just her screwed up mood, or maybe she was just really sick of girl’s like Jasmine having no clue at all that someday those tits are going to sag and that ass will spread...and even if it doesn’t, or you pay someone a lot of money to put them back where they go...you’re not going to be twenty-five anymore. These old perverts had no interest in looking at a forty year old woman shake her ass, no matter how good that ass may look. She heard the snort come out before she could catch herself and suddenly all eyes were on her.
“You got somethin’ to say?” Jasmine asked her.
Chloe stopped and looked at the girl. She was really spoiling for a fight, but she wasn’t going to pick on someone that she could so easily hurt. That would make her no better than Jesse. “No Jasmine. I don’t have anything to say other than what Delilah already told you. Be careful.” She closed her locker and left the dressing room. She really needed a smoke. She stopped at the bar and Lexi laid them up on the counter. Chloe reached for them and as she lifted her arm she felt something brush up against the side of her breast. She turned to see a fairly nice looking man about thirty year’s old sitting on the barstool next to her.
“Did you just touch me?”
With a smile that he undoubtedly thought was charming he said, “I’m sorry, it was an accident. Unless you enjoyed it, then I can do it again.”
Chloe smiled too and then she put her mouth down close to his ear. “Touch me again and I’ll cut your tiny little dick off and eat it like sausage for breakfast.” She took her cigarettes, smiled once again at the shocked looking man and went outside.
She took a deep breath of the cool air before lighting her smoke and taking a long drag. She’d