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She pursed her lips, looking away as if there was something else on her mind that she wasn’t sure she ought to say.
“There’s most definitely another reason you’re back here. Care to share with the rest of the class?”
Her eyes flashed, a small smile forming on her full lips.
“Thereis, actually. But I’m a little embarrassed to say it out loud.”
She was about to feed me a line of bullshit. All the same, I was a bit curious as to the particular flavor.
“Let’s hear it.”
She glanced away, her smile taking on a mischievous tenor.
“Well, to be honest, I was thinking about applying to work here.”
It took all the restraint I had not to burst out laughing right in her face. Besides, it would be fun to see how long I could drag this on.
“You want to work here?”
She shrugged. “Is that so surprising? I’m here with my husband and having a good time and… I don’t know, this seems like the place to be. Not to mention, I got a little peak at how much money your girls were taking off the stage.”
I nodded. “The women who work here make good money.”
“Right. But listen, I’ve been burned before.”
“By other strip clubs where you’ve worked?” I couldn’t resist letting the corner of my mouth curl a little.
“Well,no. I’ve never worked at a strip club before. But I have worked at a few of those bars where the girls wear very, very little.”
As much as I was trying to keep myself composed, the thought of the woman in front of me dressed in a pair of short shorts and a low-cut crop top was enough to make my cock twitch to attention.
She went on. “And I know what kinds of scuzzy men work at places like those. If they’re not trying to stick their grubby hands up your shirt, they’re sticking it into your wallet trying to explain why they deserve a cut of your tips. No, thank you.”
I had to admit, she was pretty damn good at spinning up a tale. If I didn’t know better, I might’ve found myself believing her.
“So, I came back here to talk to some of the girls, see what it’s like to actually work here.”
“Uh-huh. And if I were to march back to the dressing room and ask the girls if that is, in fact what you all talked about, they’d confirm it?”
“Sure. Go ahead and ask them.”
She was ballsy, a woman after my own heart.
I chuckled. As amused as I was, the shenanigans had run their course.
“Listen,” I said, “you’re not exactly the type to work at a place like this. No offense.” I allowed a sharpness to my words that let her know that I didn’t believe a word she was saying.
Didn’t matter. She shrugged.
“Suit yourself. I mean, your loss.”
She glanced over my shoulder, spotting the door to the main floor of the club.
“Anyway, as fun as this little tete-a-tete has been, I need to get back to my husband. Excuse me.”
Without waiting for me to respond, she attempted to step around and walk right past me.
Not a chance of that.
