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so I place my other hand on the back of her head and really grind on her face.
    “Zane,” Ross booms over the speakers. The stage goes dark and security guards guide the young woman off the stage. Once she’s gone, the lights go back on full blast.
    “If you loved him, ladies, let him know.”
    Another song begins to fill the rowdy club filled with women thirsty for cock action. The rest of the men join me on stage as Ross shouts out the rules of the lap dancing and then we file off the stage and make our way to the women. And this is where I become very selective, surveying the crowd for women who show signs of having a healthy wallet. I look for diamond rings, leather purses, and designer heels.
    Finally, I spot the perfect table of middle-aged women; they have a stack of bills on the center of their table and they’re not ones.
    “Ladies.” I smile and rub my chest as I walk up to them. “Can I do anything for you over here?”
    “Right here, big boy.” A silver haired woman pushes back from the table and faces me in her chair.
    The sexy song floating around the club motivates my moves. I rest both hands behind my head snaking my body closer to hers until I can feel her body heat and begin my show.

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    “ D amn , those bitches were thirsty tonight.” Rhett slams down his wad of bills on the bench next to him.
    “That was fucking insane,” Oliver adds.
    “It was a good night. That’s for sure.” Randall slings his duffle bag over his shoulder and heads for the door. “I’m out boys. See you all tomorrow night.”
    My pile of bills is just as thick as Rhett’s; the only difference is, mine have two zeros after the ones. Rhett’s a fucking showboat and does this job for fun, not out of necessity like me.
    “You guys do this every night after working?” Oliver asks.
    “No.” I stand, zipping my fly and tossing my hoodie over my head. “Just Friday and Saturday nights and summer is always hopping.”
    “Yep, rich bitches everywhere during the summer. Snotty little assholes.” Rhett’s voice is bathed in disgust.
    “Can’t hate them that much, man.” I pat Rhett’s shoulder. “It’s our job security. We build their fancy houses and take their Benjamins at night.”
    “Want to go grab a beer over at Joe’s?” Rhett asks, knowing damn well what my answer will be.
    “Nah, got shit to do.”
    “At midnight?” Oliver asks.
    “Yep.” I let the door slam behind me and walk out into the cool night air, willing to give anything to just go home and get a decent night’s sleep, but instead, I check my phone to get the address of my next job.
    The address is up in the Woodland Heights residential area. It will be a good paying job. I pound a Red Bull on the way there, hoping like fuck it at least gives my cock wings to entertain this lady tonight. The address leads me to a three-story mansion with massive windows facing the ocean.
    Once I kill my truck, the door to the house immediately opens and out steps a motherfucking bombshell brunette. My cock stands to attention as I stare her down. I have to have the wrong address, no way in hell she wants me.
    “Zane?” her soft voice floats through the air.
    It takes me a few moments to gather my thoughts and form words. I quickly roll up the window to my truck; the age and rust on the truck reminds me of how out of place I am right now.
    “Yeah, that’s me.” I slam the truck door and take a step toward her.
    She tucks her head, letting her long dark curls cascade over her shoulders. “I’ve never done this before.”
    Her voice is barely audible and shakes with nerves. Her innocent nature lights up a fire within me. I close the gap between us in three long strides.
    “What’s your name?” I ask.
    “Tara.”
    I weave my hand through her hair, cup her jaw, and pull her face up to look at me. I’m forced to readjust my cock with the other hand to relieve a bit of pressure. She holds up a handful of cash to me. And as much I want this to be