Chapter 4: CynthiaCynthia, late twenties, icy blonde, a modern-day kind of Marylyn Monroe mixed with Patti Smith kind of vibe, finished her shift at the Glass Slipper Gentlemen’s Club. She wore a tight-fitting black shirt with tight black leather jeans - sparkly glass pumps. She smelled like vodka and cheap CVS perfume. Her hair was in schoolgirl pigtails. Most nights, she waved them around along with her ass, which showed just the tip of a pink thong.
Cynthia made her way through the bar, avoiding the needy hands of a drunk, lonely man, not missing a dollar left on their tables. Everyone had the smell of lube and desperation around them. At the bar, she placed her bottle filled tray down and slid off her pumps. She massaged the bottom of her feet, wishing in her heart of hearts, it was a
