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shot, the burn spreading down her throat, heat blooming in her belly. She slapped the glass to the tabletop, giving Kaitlyn a smile. The buzz was already going, and it was only Amity’s second shot. She knew she should’ve eaten something earlier. It didn’t help either that she was practically broke. She had just enough money in her account to pay for her drinks tonight—she hoped. Then maybe a splash of gas into her tank in the morning to get her ass to work—definitely on time.
    It was still something she couldn’t quite get her mind around. The meeting with Dr. McKendrick. What he’d said to her—and how she’d reacted. Should she have stomped out and filed a sexual harassment complaint against him? She guessed some would have—but he wasn’t really harassing her. Was he? He’d given her a choice. A twisted, fucked-up choice, sure, but a choice nonetheless. Not all of what he said was technically untrue, either. She knew she wasn’t really being responsible, but on the other hand, what else was being young about? So what if he was right? How dull would life be if everyone always followed the rules, always did the ‘responsible thing’? Right?
    Maybe he was just fucking with her, trying to get her to quit. But what if he really wanted her to choose the other option? Get her ass smacked. Would he actually want to spank her? Would he get off on it?
    Don’t kid yourself, honey. With your ass and thighs? A guy like him can do a lot better.
    Of course, in the books she read, the guys did get off on it—a lot. But that was fiction, fantasy. She’d never actually met a boy with the inclination—or the balls—to actually try it with her.
    The fantasy image that conjured up caused a stirring deep in her belly. Her standing before Dr. McKendrick, her head bowed, wringing her hands in front of her while he lectured her sternly, his hand on her hip, making sure she knew she wasn’t going anywhere until he was done with her. Then, just like in the hundreds of books she’d never admit were on her e-reader, he’d draw her across his knees, fingers hooking in the waistband—
    “Amity, what the fuck, girl? You’re staring off into space.” Kaitlyn’s face drew close, the thumping music swelling louder again all around them. “You need to drink more!”
    “I’m blowing my last on this spread tonight.” Amity winced, knowing how long it still was until payday, with the knowledge that she wouldn’t have near enough money to make it until then. Maybe she could take the bus and eat ramen?
    Yeah, just like in college, you idiot. Making great progress on building a life, aren’t you?
    As if on cue, their server snaked her way through the people surrounding their table, setting her tray down and giving them a sweet smile while she unloaded another handful of shots. Her curly brown hair was pinned over in a 1920s flapper look that only really worked with women blessed with delicate, almost elfin facial features.
    It worked with the server’s face—very well.
    The bitch.
    Laying Amity’s debit card down in front of her, the server shrugged. “This was declined. Do you have another card we could charge to?”
    “Shit.” Amity opened her small clutch purse, looking for a card she knew she didn’t have.
    “It’s okay,” Kaitlyn said, laying a hand on Amity’s shoulder. “I’ve got it. Just put it on mine.” She handed her credit card to Flapper Girl server, who was gone so fast it was as if she were never there.
    “Thanks, Kate.” Amity could feel the heat of her blush spread up her neck. “I’ll pay you back. Promise.”
    Kaitlyn grinned at her and gave her another shot. “You can pay me back by closing this fucking place down with me. Now, drink!”
    As the burn of the third shot suffused her body with warmth, the swirling, acrid cigarette smoke and the booming bass making her head buzz, Amity smiled.
    Fuck this ‘responsible’ shit. Time to have some fun.
     
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    The sound of pouring rain