I’m done being the weird loner girl. It’s time for the new me.
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ZACH
I feel a little disloyal walking into this place. It’s opening night, and this club is competition for
Cara’s clubCurves Ahead.I should go there instead. Keep it in the family. But I can’t get what I
need there.
Not tonight.
The women there are luscious, but Cara’s staff knows who I am now, and I guarantee they’ll
report back to her. It shouldn’t matter. It’s not a secret that I like women. That I like variety and like
letting them take me home. But doing it at my friend’s —now brother’s woman’s— club feels wrong.
As usual, the bouncers let me in with a smile. There’s a slim chance they don’t know who I am,
but even though it’s opening night, they’re experienced enough to mentally add up my shoes, my
custom suit, and the watch on my wrist and come up with dollar signs. The blacked-out Escalade that
dropped me off would be the other clue.
It’s always the same. I’m ushered into the VIP area by a beautiful waitress. She’ll flirt and tease
and do her best to get me to spend.
It doesn’t take much to convince me.
I have more money than I know what to do with. I can drop a few grand in here…or ten thousand,
and I won’t feel it. But she will. I don’t know her story. I don’t know if she’s got a family at home, if
she’s going to school, or if she blows everything she makes on drugs. I don’t know, and I don’t care.
All I want from her is smiling service, and I’ll reward her with a tip big enough to pay her rent for the
month. I don’t want to know anything about her or about her life. I don’t want to get sucked in by some
sob story and end up on her hook.
No, I don’t want complicated. I want sex, sweat, and moaning. Then I want to get the fuck out and
go home. Release and a little fun are all I’m looking for tonight. It’s all I ever want.
So I do what I do best.
Lounge back on the sexy red couch in the VIP area and start fishing.
It never takes long. A glance at the expensive bottle in front of me, a flash of my quarter-of-a-
million dollar watch, and a slow smile are all it takes to draw them to me. My brothers make fun of
me for it, that smile. I get it. I practiced it in the mirror when we were kids and didn’t give a fuck
