~Valerie~
My shift is finally drawing to a close. The air in the club is thick, smelling of spilled bourbon and the heavy exhaust of the bikes that just roared out of the parking lot. My body is exhausted, myfeet aching from hours of weaving through the rowdy crowd, but my mind is still buzzing. I couldn’t stop thinking about the encounter with them, I feel a pull, a magnetic drag toward the floor above.
I did everything possible to make sure I don’t go running back there, begging for their touches.
I slip into the staff locker room, the quiet a new relief to my system. I pull the ties of my work apron loose and peel it off. As I start to fold the heavy fabric, my fingers hit something hard and cold tucked deep into the front pocket.
I pull it out. It’s a heavy brass tag, circular and
