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Samson is, “ I added.
    “He went out for a sandwich” came from the bathroom stall. Forgot about her.
    “Thanks” I yelled back.
     
    Samson showed up a little bit later and I showed him all my new purchases. He loved everything I bought and it made me more confident about my choices. He went to work on my hair and make-up making me look amazing yet again. Since I wanted to wear my new blue outfit, he gave me soft shiny nude lips, and heavy dark blue sparkly eyes. He teased the top of my hair into a poof, pulled the sides back, and clipped it in the back with a blue-jeweled clip. I loved my look. I put on my new black shoes, and could tell immediately that I made a good choice. I found my new midnight blue bikini bottoms and matching bra. It fit like a dream. I decided to go with a long, black see thru lace dress with a slit all the way up to each thigh, and two thin spaghetti straps over the shoulder.
    I found the dark blue crystal sapphire chandelier earrings, put them in, stood back, and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I hope Jonathan likes it. I hope he comes in tonight. I hope last night wasn’t a one time thing. I hope, well, I just hope.
    “Girl, you are killing it tonight!” Samson proclaimed, “Killing it!”, he gave me a spritz of fragrance as I left the locker room.
     
    At 6:50, I was back over to the manager. I could tell he liked my new outfit. The odd thing was that he never came off as if he was leering at you; it was a gentle kind of pride and protection he projected, it was comforting. I went on next and this time, only my second on stage, already felt easier than my first. Knowing that Jonathan thought I was beautiful gave me a confidence to stand out there and dance for these men. I didn’t notice the song the DJ played for me, I was too busy taking dollars and craning my head at the door looking for Jonathan to walk in.
     
    I had no idea if he was coming, he said nothing in the note about seeing me again, but I hoped. I wished. I prayed. What kind of hold does this man have over me so soon? I never thought if I did meet someone here in the city that it would be like this, or like him. Could he really have a billion dollars? He said he sold his company, so when they bought it did he get a check? How long do they hold a check that large at the bank? Money like this is so out of my realm. My financial dream had always been just to have a credit card I could use to take one great trip on a year, and then pay it off before the next one.
     
    Songs play; I volunteer to dance for the DJ so other girls can stay with their customers. This pleases him to keep his stage alive, and since I do not want to sit with another man, or ask for table dances, it works for me. The real reason though is that I have the best view of who comes in and out being elevated on the stage. It gives me free reign to look all around the room. It is the longest night of my life; songs that are minutes meld together into an hour, then two, and then three. My heart is in my stomach saddened by Jonathan’s absence. I am crushed.
     
    I have put on a brave face and I think everyone just assumes I am still getting my bearings and leaves me alone. A little after ten the champagne manager comes to find me as I walk off stage.
    “Hey Sexy Lenox, I have a proposition for you.”
    I must look alarmed because he laughs and says, “No not like that. Unless?” and he lets it hang on the air for moment. I frown and cross my arms. “Ok, just kidding. Listen I have a guy in the champagne room that has requested you. He only wants to talk and drink some champers. No funny business. Interested?”
    The champagne room! I can’t go in there! If I do and Jonathan comes in looking for me and I am not here he might leave! If he finds out I am in there with another guy he’ll think I don’t like him! Fuck what am I going to do.
    “I think I can talk him into a hundred dollars an hour for you.”
    Ok, I tell myself Jonathan is not