“Girl, I had the best night ever.” This woman will not shut up. “I made at least a grand. Vice is gonna love me for that.”
“Vice doesn’t even know who you are, Sissy.” Her friend crosses her arms over her large, smooshed up boobs as she laughs to herself.
“Oh shut the hell up, Kelly. He does too. I’ve slept with him more than you have.”
“You’ve slept with everyone more than I have. That’s why the boys call you ‘Stretch!’” The small group of girls chuckles to themselves, and the line moves up slowly as another girl disappears into the back room.
I feel a warm breath against my ear, making the hairs stand up on end. “It’s like this every night.”
“Huh?” I ask, turning around. The girl behind me has to be at least five or six years younger than me, but she looks dead tired. She holds a pa
