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“Lucky bitch.” Auggie laughed. “For as rich as my regulars are, you’d think they would be a little more free with their dollars.”
“You need to get better regulars.”
“How exactly am I supposed to do that?”
“Raise your prices. No one gets a piece of Angel unless they’re willing to pay well for it. Make them acknowledge how much your time is worth.”
“What’s your base price at now?”
“Two thousand.”
“Per hour?!”
I shrugged and slurped at my smoothie. “My time is valuable and people are paying it. If I’m going to let one of those rich alphas get all sweaty on me, then I’m going to make it worth my while.”
“Fuck.” Auggie ran a hand through his hair, the strands fluffing out. “I definitely need to raise my prices.”
“That’s my boy. Get those dollars.”
“Have any of yours tried to “rescue” you lately?” Auggie did the air quotes, adding in an eye roll for extra emphasis.
“Pretty much constantly. But I’m pretty sure their version of rescuing is to keep me as their personal sex bunny. I swear, it’s like they think their bank account overrides their personalities, and it really fucking doesn’t. I don’t care how much money they have. I can simper and fake an orgasm for an hour, but there’s no fucking way I’m committing to a lifetime of that bullshit.”
“Amen, sister.” Auggie tapped our smoothie cups together in a cheers. “Little harder for me to fake an orgasm, but it’s easy enough to help myself when they’re focused on their own pleasure. Honestly, they should be ashamed if they can’t make you come. It’s not hard to rev an omega’s engine.”
Candy crossed her arms and leaned against one of the poles. “It’s honestly impressive how the two of you manage to influence me toward sex work and then de-influence me in span of a single conversation.”
“Sweets, we’re just providing a rounded perspective. Everything has its pros and cons, and sex work is no different. A lot of people can’t handle the cons. And we’re more than happy to hook you up if you want to give it a go, but you’re kind of a sensitive baby.”
“I am a sensitive baby.” Candy pouted. “Unfair because I could use the money.”
“Go turn those puppy eyes on Maureen and ask for a raise.”
“Ugh.” Candy slid down the pole until she was sitting on the floor. “She’s immune to my puppy eyes.”
“Wear a push-up bra. She might be immune to puppy eyes, but she’s not immune to titties.”
Candy snort-laughed, covering her mouth with both hands.
“You two are ridiculous.” I sat cross-legged on the floor next to Candy while I finished up my smoothie. This would be the end of our training for today since I couldn’t do inversions after chugging this back, but I was ready for a break anyway.
“It’s all part of our charm,” Auggie insisted. “You’re going to rest before the performance, right?”
“You and I both know that I teach aerials in a couple of hours. Besides, I’m terrible at resting.”
“That’s because you need to go to therapy. You’re carrying all of that poverty trauma into your adult life where it doesn’t belong.”
“Shut up. My trauma and I are very comfortable together.”
Auggie dropped down to sit on the other side of me. “Babe, do you think there’s actually a dollar amount that will make you feel secure? Or are you going to be chasing that for the rest of your life?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged, chewing on my straw. “I have more now than I ever dreamed I would have growing up.”
“You work three fucking jobs, four if we’re counting taking clients as separate from stripping, and you know I worry about you burning the candle at both ends. I don’t know how you manage.”
“What would you do if you could do anything?” Candy asked. “If you weren’t worried about what would make the most money.”
“I would open my own studio. Yoga, aerials, pole. I love teaching, and I love doing all of those things. But it would be nice to do them on my terms. My three nights a week teaching keeps me going and gives me time to center and slow down.”
