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eyes.
    “Yes, they’re willing to give you their money.” Kelly admits. “You also get their time, attention, and their devotion.”
    “Devotion?” The girl asks and I bite my lip so I don’t laugh at the shocked face Kelly is making. She enjoys this part the most. Training. Explaining how to work the crowd into a frenzy without so much as leaving the comfort of the stage. It’s like Yoda explaining to Luke how to use The Force. Kelly has turned exotic dancing into an art form. That is the only reason she was able to talk me into getting on that stage in the first place. That, and the fact that I make more here than I ever could at a casino or a diner. Besides, I also get to dance.
    “Yes, every man will be devoted only to you for the three minutes you dance for him. He only sees you, and as far as he knows, you only see him. Your job, above everything else, is to make every man feel like the only guy in the whole fucking place.”
    “You love each man individually with every inch of your body.” I interrupt, quoting her speech by heart. “Every touch of your own hand, a caress for only him. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to give them something to spray the sheets with later.”
    Kelly gestures to me, nodding her approval. “The Diamond Pussy of Heaven on Heels.” She laughs. “This one has taken the tease and honed it into an art form. My dear Sabrina, has made the men desperate for her and not one has even touched her. The perfect, unattainable fantasy, and yet every man who walks in that door aches to be that pole, to be that hand. Rules here haven’t changed. No drugs, no visible ink, and no drama,” She says, her face going serious. “Your husband, boyfriend, or fuck of the week is not welcome in my club. No exceptions. Any of those being broken will have you gone, immediately. Let’s put on a great show tonight.”
    Kelly dismisses the girls before making her way over to me. “You’re early, Ki,” She says, hopping onto the stool, eyeing me suspiciously. Reaching out in front of her, she grabs her lighter and taps it absentmindedly on her cigarette pack.
    “Very weird day so far,” I reply, grabbing a water from behind the bar.
    Her eyes follow me while she attempts to read me as she always can. “We both know I’m gonna need more than that,” She huffs out teasingly before lighting a smoke. Her brow quirks up at me curiously as she takes a drag. “Let’s have it.”
    After explaining, in excruciating detail, everything that happened once I hung up on her Kelly sighs. “A lot of drama for the woman who is determined not to have any.” Looking at her watch, she giggles. “It’s still early, too.”
    “There’s no drama here, so no trouble,” I reply, shaking my head adamantly. “Just because all my lady parts were revved up like a fine tuned sports car doesn’t mean that I’m gonna wait in the bushes and jump on his dick the moment he comes to mow his mom’s lawn.” I laugh, even if the thought of Luke shirtless, pushing a mower has me downing my water in rapid gulps.
    Sliding to her feet, she cocks her head to the side letting her long blonde hair flip and swish in dramatic fashion. “He won’t be trouble for me Sweetness, but I see a whole mess coming for you if you’re not careful. You look exhausted. Why don’t you take the weekend off? I’m sure we can manage without you for two days. Go sleep in and hell, get laid or something.” She tosses out before heading up the hall, leaving me with my thoughts.
     
     
     
     
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    The stage lights dim, my signal to get ready for my last performance of the night. I’ve performed three times already and the crowd is insatiable. The weekends are always crazy, which is why I am shocked Kelly basically demanded I take the time off. Slipping into my gold stilettos, I blow out a breath and turn on my alter-ego. The minute the music starts, I become someone else.
    Sabrina consumes me as I step in time with the horns