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now.
     
    “No, no, I’m looking for a man,” I sputtered.
     
    “Well, lots here to choose from, little girl,” she said back. The bar roared with laughter. I felt my eyes well up. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, I thought to myself, desperately. I knew I’d made a mistake coming back, and I knew I had to get out of there. Just as I turned to leave, a door in the back of the bar opened.
     
    “What’s going on out here, now?” a voice bellowed. I looked and immediately my heart stopped as I saw Cash standing, arms crossed, in front of what looked to be an office. He was wearing tight black jeans and a black T-shirt. He saw me and smiled.
     
    “Come here, girl,” he said. The bar hooted and hollered, but his face turned cold as he looked out over the crowd and everyone immediately piped down. I was amazed at the control he exerted over the group.
     
    “I said, come here,” Cash repeated. Without even thinking, I crossed the bar. He watched my every step; I could feel his eyes wander over my exposed skin. I imagined, briefly, that it was his hands roaming over my body instead of his eyes, and my heart raced. Just looking at him, I felt desire stirring within me.
     
    When I reached him, he stepped aside and extended his hand, inviting me into the office. I stepped inside and he followed, closing the door. Outside, I could hear the hooting and hollering break out again. Cash brushed past me and took a seat behind a metal desk that was strewn with papers, old beer cans, and ashtrays.
     
    I looked around the office. There was a safe and a filing cabinet, and boxes upon boxes of papers and envelopes against the wall. My eye caught on a briefcase that was lying open on the ground. Inside must have been about half a million dollars in twenties; it was absolutely stacked with bills. Cash saw where I was staring, got up, and slammed the suitcase shut.
     
    “See something interesting, teacup?” He said, suddenly no longer smiling or being kind. I recoiled as though I’d been hit.
     
    “No, no, I’m sorry, I just….I came back because…I wanted to say thank you,” I stammered. Cash stood there for a moment, his eyes moving up and down my body. I felt naked again, and wished I had worn my regular clothes, or at least a bra.
     
    “And how do you propose to thank me?” He said. I gazed at him, confused. What did he mean? Then I began to question myself again. Why had I come back? Why had I worn this outfit? What was I planning on doing? Cash sighed at my silence.
     
    “Listen, go home, little girl. You think you want this? You don’t. This is a rough life. You get dirty. You get messy. You don’t follow the rules. You like to follow rules, don’t you?” He said. His eyes were boring into mine. I was mesmerized, unable to speak. “So go home. Go home to your mommy and daddy. Follow the rules.” He sat back down and grabbed one of the papers that were on the desk and began studying it.
     
    I was operating on automatic at that point. I turned to leave, put my hand on the doorknob, and then suddenly something deep inside me cried out: no! I spun around and walked back up to the desk. Cash didn’t look up. Without thinking, I began unzipping the leather vest. The sound attracted his attention and he peered up at me.
     
    I unzipped the entire way down and let the vest hang loose as my breasts popped out of the front. The cold air of the small office against my skin made me shiver, and I could feel my nipples harden into two, pink buttons. Cash leaned back in his chair, staring at my exposed tits, then moving his eyes to my face.
     
    “Well, okay, teacup. Come say thanks,” he said, pushing his chair out and unzipping his pants. I watched as he pulled his cock out, and gasped when I saw it. It was bigger than Brian’s by a country mile; it was as thick as the empty beer bottles on the table and extremely long.
     
    “What? Not feeling so gracious anymore?” Cash said with his half-smile. That