The perfume of the s*x club where I work hits me before the dark neon lights do. Sweet and still f*****g heavy, like the air itself has been sprayed down with roses to make men think they’re walking into paradise.
I swipe my card across the clock-in machine and watch the red numbers glow 9:02 p.m. Right on time. My shift has begun.
The mirror by the hall catches me before I can turn away. Lips glossed, eyes lined dark, hair tumbling the way the regulars like it.
I blow myself a kiss because why not. If I’m going to sell the fantasy, I may as well enjoy the product.
“Ready for the night, sweetheart?” The girl at the desk raises a brow, chewing her gum slowly.
“I was born ready, babes,” I grin. My voice carries enough mischief that she laughs, shaking her head.
And just like that, I sl
