Veronica POV
She stayed at the club that afternoon, to prepare for her first performance that night. It had to be perfect. She needed money, and she needed it fast—and these desperate, horny men had cash to spend.
“You should practice in your underwear. That prepares you more for the actual act,” the boss suggested. Veronica rolled her eyes. Yeah, sure.
She plopped down in a bar stool after practicing some more. God, she was freaking hungry, but she needed tonight’s cash to be able to pay for a meal, and like hell she would ask Bernie, or Ernie, or whatever the hell the manager’s name was for a favor. He would ask her for a s****l favor in return. She was sure of it.
She was absentmindedly drumming her fingers on the bar, when suddenly, the bartender silently slid a sandwich her way. S
