I don't see Mr. Lush Lips the next day but he escorts me to the club that night. He says a few clipped sentences and doesn't invite conversation. What a grouch. From the looks of his slightly red eyes, a sleepy grouch. I shouldn't feel sorry for the jerk but I slept like a baby and have a little room to be magnanimous. His damn ass in tight pants helps too.
We part company at the lounge inside the club. I order a strawberry daiquiri. Yep, a girlie drink but I don't care. I never get drunk when I work. Right now I just need a little kick to get Damian's sour mood out of my mind.
I work with two subs without taking pleasure for myself. They don't complain because they leave with red ass cheeks and several orgasms. Angela flits around the club and tells me she's doing great when we have a
