THE MAFIA BOSS AND HIS PRISONER
KAYLA
My shift was finally over. My feet ached from walking in heels all night, but the ache was worth it. The money was damn good. Working as a waitress in a strip club wasn’t glamorous, but with the type of rich assholes who came here, it was profitable.
Tips rained whenever I leaned forward just a little, because, let’s be honest, have you seen my ass? My t**s? Yeah. They noticed, and they paid for the view.
The manager kept pushing me to move to the stage, but nahhh. I was good where I was. Stripping meant hands… greasy, drunk, disgusting hands, and I wasn’t about to let that happen. This way, I made enough to survive and still walked out untouched.
I tied my hair into a messy ponytail, swiped on some lip gloss, and slung my bag over my shoulder. Fi
