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Xiomara

I LOVE MY JOB, I LOVE MY JOB, I LOVE MY JOB.

The pinch on my ass almost sent me into a tailspin. It was a busy afternoon and it seemed the men were getting a little too bold for my taste. I turned around with a saccharine smile plastered on my face like what he had done was ok. The man leaned back in his cheap suit, spreading his legs in invitation, giving me just what I needed. I placed my foot between his legs right over his cock, putting enough pressure until he knew I meant business.

I grabbed his tie, yanking him forward.

“What’s your name, shugga?” I asked, pouring every ounce of southern accent I had from growing up in Texas.

He smirked. “Dillon.”

“Hey, Dillon. You might be new here, but do that again and you’ll be dragged out back by the bouncer and we will make sure you have no use of your hand for at least six to eight weeks,” I purred, leaning forward to apply more pressure to his cock. “And you will see this pretty heel up your ass to make sure you get the point. Touch me or any of the girls again and I will make sure you never forget.”

I smiled, letting go of his tie, leaving my foot on his cock.

“Understood?” I patted his cheek.

He glared at me. His lip curling with a nasty remark on the tip of his tongue, but he slowly nodded, looking over at the men who had come with him.

“Words, sweetheart. I need you to say yes,” I said, keeping my eyes on him.

“Yes,” he growled, his cheeks growing red.

“Good boy, nice chat,” I said, patting his cheek hard one more time, leaving with my drink tray high up in the air.

Not one drop of the drinks I held had spilled. I sashayed away, moving my hips in a seductive way as I dropped off drinks at a table of club regulars.

“Those men giving you trouble, Xo?” Danny asked.

He was a Senator for Wyoming and came to our establishment often. Pretty sure he did dirty deals here, but he was a nice guy and respectful.

“Yes, but I told him I would have someone break his hand and I would stick my heel up his ass if he did it again,” I said, as they laughed. “Joe and Matt will take care of him later.”

“This is why I love you, Xo,” Jeffery, a house of representative from who knows where, said.

He wasn’t a big shot like Danny was, but he was desperate for Danny's attention and influence. I was surprised his nose wasn’t brown, but he was nice and tipped me well.

I shrugged. “I know, and it helps that I keep you well fed, and your thirst quenched.”

They chuckled as I looked over at Sarah dancing on the pole in front of them.

“You need something, babe?” I called out to her.

“Water, please!” she yelled back as she lifted herself upside down. Her boobs jiggled and threatening to pop out of the poor excuse of a bra she had on.

“You got it!” I yelled. “You guys good?”

“Can we use the black room?” Danny asked.

“I think it’s in use, but let me check to see if we have an available room for you,” I said, walking towards the bar.

“Can I get a water for Sarah!” I yelled at Mason, our bartender, sliding my tray in the holder on the side of the bar.

Madam Red ran Valentine with mostly women and the occasional man. It was one of the seven towns ran by the Mayor. Each town had a purpose. Valentine dealt in secrets, gossip and any information that felt useful, along with pleasure. Give a man pussy and liquor and information poured out like water. The only use for the men here had been to keep the peace, since so many powerful men walked through our doors. Mason was a sweet man who had transitioned last year. Madison used to be his name, and they had been working here just as long as I had, and I loved him to pieces.

“You got it! You, good? I saw that man pinch your ass,” he said, pouring water into a water bottle that had Sarah’s name on it.