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back up. She unclasps her bra and slips it off her shoulders. She tosses it onto the chair. She presses her back flush against me and cups her tits in her hands. I look down over her shoulders and I can see her pinching her nipples as she massages herself.
    The lyrics to the song resound in my ears. Space was just a word made up by someone who’s afraid to get too close. We’re definitely close. She’s rubbing her entire body against mine. And I can’t touch her.
    Without warning, she bends over and moves her ass against my cock. She looks back at me and those green eyes bore into me. She rises back up slowly and faces me. She’s close enough that if I were to lean forward, I could kiss her.
    “Come home with me.”
    She ignores me and keeps dancing. Torturing me. When the music stops, she reaches behind me and I hear a click before my wrists are released. She steps away from me and picks up her bra from the chair.
    “The dance is over.” she states. “Put the money in the slot on the door.”
    I clench my jaw, but I’m not ready to give up so easily. “I’ll pay for another dance.” I offer.
    “My shift is over.” She picks up the negligee.
    “Then let me take you home.”
    “I don’t do that.” she informs me. “Try one of the other girls.” She slides the negligee over her head.
    “$150,000.”
    I know that gets her attention because she stops pulling the stocking up her leg. I just blurted a number. I’ve never even considered paying for sex before. Never needed to. I don’t even know where it came from. I had to get her to stop moving.
    Even if it only lasted a few seconds. She pulls the stocking up and starts on the next one.
    “Like I said, I don’t do that.”

Chapter 3
     

Memphis
     
    It’s been a week since my private dance with Mr. Sexy. I don’t know what else to call him. He’s definitely sexy. Dirty blonde hair. Blue eyes. Big dick. Couldn’t help, but notice. He didn’t exactly try to hide it. I don’t know that he could’ve if he’d tried. Even so, he tried to buy me. $150,000. Probably didn’t even have it. There’s no telling what I would’ve had to do for it either. If he had it.
    When he comes back in, I’m sure Stacy, Leah, or one of the other girls will take care of him. Honestly, with the way he looks, he shouldn’t have to pay for sex anyway. But I’ve learned that a lot of good-looking men pay for sex. They like the no-strings attached part and they like being able to do whatever they like with a woman. When you pay for it, you don’t have to feel regret about not calling. You also don’t get questioned about your strange sexual preferences. Maybe he has some really strange sexual preferences.
    “There’s someone asking for you.” Stacy says. “He’s fucking hot.”
    I frown at her words, but follow her out. My shift is almost over. She points across the room and my stomach does a flip-flop. It’s him.
    “You’re not done for fifteen minutes. Go get paid!” she encourages.
    I try to muster up some confidence as I saunter over to him. When his blue eyes meet me, he almost looks amused. His mouth twitches like he’s trying not to smile. Part of me wants to see him smile. It would probably be earth shattering.
    “I’d like a private dance.”
    I debate on telling him I’m off work and letting someone else take him back.
    But he asked for me. I lead him to the private rooms. I give him another private dance that his him rock hard and white-knuckling the chair. For some reason, it makes me feel good to know that I have that effect on him.
    I keep my back to him while I work on clasping my bra. I’m struggling with it when I feel his fingers brush across my back and clasp it for me. This makes me tense and step away from him. He’s not supposed to touch me. I’m damn sure not supposed to like it so much.
    “Come home with me.” he pleads. “My offer still stands.”
    “You should try one of the other girls. Maybe they’ll take you up on your