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“Yeah, just a newbie,” I said, looking for the Mistress on the floor for the afternoon. “I’ll warn the girls to be wary.”

“I’ll let Jay and Matt know,” he said, sliding me a water bottle.

“Great, and who’s managing the floor today?” I yelled, still looking.

“Ruby should be on the floor,” he said, looking around. “There she is.”

He pointed at the Mistress of the floor—manager titles were so overrated—talking to a man I didn’t recognize.

“I’ll let her know you need her,” Mason said as I grabbed the bottle.

“Let her know Danny needs a black room,” I said, walking away as I noticed a table flag me down.

“Here you go, darling,” I said, handing Sarah her water bottle for a quick drink.

She sucked on the straw seductively as the men ate it up. I grinned, loving how she made these men putty in her hands.

“Thanks, X,” she said, handing back the water bottle.

“You got it, hot stuff,” I said, grabbing the water bottle.

“Ruby knows your request,” I said, passing Danny as he watched Sarah, nodding acknowledgement.

I checked on the table, who flagged me down. They ordered shots and another round. The last two hours of my shift were busy as more people showed up. Thursday wasn’t the weekend, but it felt like it tonight. Our busy part of the week always started today.

My feet were killing me as I cashed out, tipping out Mason and the bouncers even if I didn’t have to. I liked to take care of them in hopes they would take care of me when I needed them too. The locker room was busy as I walked in. The ladies of the night were coming in as the afternoon shift was clocking out.

“Xo!” Kaylee yelled.

“Hey, Kay,” I said, sitting on the bench, taking off my shoes immediately.

Kaylee worked at the back of the town, where men paid thousands of dollars for a few hours with a woman or man of their dreams. There weren’t very many men working here, but Madame Red liked to have a variety to make sure she catered to everyone’s tastes.

“I brought the cash,” she said, handing me a bank envelope.

“Great, do you have time for me to change, or do you need to get going? This corset is killing me,” I said, pulling out my tarot cards.

“I have twenty minutes before Earl arrives,” she said, sitting down untying my corset.

Each string pulled let me expand my lungs more and more. It was glorious to take a deep breath and let these titties hang free. I slipped a shirt over my thigh highs and cheeky underwear as I wiggled my chest, letting my tatas enjoy their freedom.

“That feels so good it’s almost orgasmic,” I said, leading Kaylee to a table nearby I liked to use.

“I would die if I had to do shifts in a corset. Thankfully I’m naked most of the time,” she said, sitting down with me.

“I need to figure out more comfortable lingerie to wear,” I said, placing my tarot scarf on the table.

“Girl, have you gone to Lala’s?” she asked, as I lit some incense, cleansing our area.

“No, where is that?” I shuffled my deck.

“Oh, it's in Denver,” she said. “She’s got the best stuff.”

I wrinkled my nose. “That’s a four-hour round trip.”

“Worth it, girl. A woman named Camila came out with a line last year and it was phenomenal," Kaylee said, getting up as I kept shuffling. “This is her stuff and it’s flattering. Her leather line is so damn good too and not too expensive.”

I felt the maroon nighty, caressing it longer than I needed to, it was so damn luxurious.