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Tossing her mine, she smiles with gratitude. “Always there when I need you, Sasha.”
“This guy tried pulling his cock out earlier during a private dance,” Natalie explains. “It’s safe to say that Sasha is traumatized.”
“Oh, God,” Gabby dramatically gasps. “You poor thing.”
“He was definitely overserved,” I say. “And repulsive.”
“SOS!” Kelsey exclaims from the hall, entering the dressing room with a limp. “My heel just broke.”
“Yikes,” Gabby says, gesturing to her bag with a nod. “Lucky for you, I always have an extra pair.”
Kelsey winks. “Teamwork makes the dream work, babe.”
“All right,” Natalie laughs. “We’re out of here.”
“Oh, don’t brag,” Kelsey mumbles, slipping into another pair of stilettos. “Hey, I’m craving an Italian sub from Nick’s. Can you guys grab me one?”
In the midst of reapplying her lipstick, Gabby shoots her a glare. “Absolutely not,” she objects. “This room is not smelling like B.O. tonight. I can’t handle that God-awful smell again.”
“Quit your bitching.”
They continue to argue while Natalie and I turn the corner, making our way down the secluded hallway.
“I don’t know, Sash,” she sighs. “Sometimes, I worry.”
“About what?”
“If management ever found out about us prostituting on the side, all hell would break loose.”
“That’s not going to happen,” I say, reassuringly. “You know I won’t let that happen.”
“Yeah, if you say so. Let’s just hope that guy keeps his drunken mouth shut.”
“Any luck for you tonight?”
“No,” she miserably replies. “But my regular is waiting for me.”
Stepping out into the night, we’re greeted by the fumes of New York City. There’s exhaust from buses and trucks, the aroma of fried food in the near distance, and nearby cigarette smoke.
“And guess what?” Natalie smiles, linking her arm through mine. “He says he’s going to take me to a hotel this time.”
“Classy.”
“Right? It’s about time he spoils me,” she says, playfully nudging me with her elbow. “Well, he’s here. Are you going straight home?”
“Of course. Netflix is calling my name.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’ll see you later, babe. Don’t wait up for me.”
“You know I will. Stay safe, Nat.”
“As always!”
* * *
The bench iscold against my thighs while I patiently wait for the bus to arrive. Eagerly checking the time on my phone, I release an aggravated breath. It’s more than ten minutes late. Lovely. There’s nothing worse than having to rely on public transportation, but living right in the heart of the city, this is my day and night routine.
Total nightmare.
