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“I don’t pay for sex, Blue.”
Smiling at that, I continue dancing, even while he encroaches on my space. Thankfully, the cage bars keep him from leaning in fully.
“That’s a good thing,” I answer, my voice breathless from shaking my ass for the past few hours. “Because I don’t offer sex on my menu.”
Not in the way he’s suggested anyway.
A girl needs to hustle, but there are different ways of getting what you want.
Most of the time, these idiots are willing to shell out a whole lot more when you don’t give it up. You just need to keep letting them think itmayhappen someday.
Like Granger, for instance.
He’s been working on me since the first time I stepped foot in this place. I’ve allowed him to drive me home. I’ve flirted. I’ve let him think he has influence over me. And yeah, the man has seen all that I’ve been blessed with.
But have I fucked him?
No.
He just thinks he’ll be able to wear me down eventually.
Here’s the important part of the hustle; let people think what they want. Friends, family, close acquaintances and people you don’t much care for. It doesn’t matter in the long run because they’re all going to think what they want regardless.
But never correct them or paint a pretty picture with your words about anything that’s not true. That doesn’t make you a hustler. It just makes you a liar.
I can’t stand lying. One turns into two, and before you know it, you have an entire web of them you’re sprinting to keep up with.
“Five minutes,” I remind him, raising my voice to be heard over the music.
He lifts his eyes to mine.
This crazy boy had allowed them to drift down to watch my hips move.
The return was a slow crawl up that I could feel down to the tips of my toes.
Oddly, I didn’t mind it.
“Five minutes.” The corner of his mouth quirks. “Want me to grab you something to drink while I wait?”
Smiling at that, I shake my head. “I’m good.”
That’s another one of my rules.
Never take a drink from a patron.
If I can’t break the seal on the water bottle myself, I might as well blame myself for downing whatever somebody put in it. And since I’m not looking forward to waking up in a back room after being raped, I’m sticking to that rule regardless of how gorgeous this man is.
And no, I’m not victim blaming for saying that. I’ve just worked in this industry long enough to have seen some things.
The twin nods with obvious reluctance, but he releases the hold he has on the cage bar above our heads to turn and descend the stairs.
I watch him stroll back to the bar, my heart thumping way too hard because I know it’s a mistake getting involved in any way with that man.
Whichever twin it happens to be…
But a job is a job, and thankfully, Granger isn’t here tonight to cut me off from the extra tips.
I finish out the five minutes in my cage. Not that I couldn’t have left immediately; it’s just that I needed that time to gather my wits about me in preparation for what I know I’m walking into by agreeing to go back to a room with him.
