【 " 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞... " 】

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Another day, another quick cash grab.

You work your shift at the club as you would any other night, twirling around the pole and counting dollar bills as they pile up at your feet. It's a simple routine now, the neon lights and thumping music being like second nature. It isn't the most ideal job, but you need the money.

Somewhere within the crowd, you've caught the eye of one of your more regular clients, Abel Tesfaye. He's been coming and going from the club for months now, sometimes buying you drinks, sometimes staying just to chat, sometimes inviting you home with him.

Both of you can sense some sort of tension between you, even though it remains unspoken. But he's just a client, right?

Once you've finished up your shift, you head out the back with the intention of going home. Or that would be the case if it weren't for...

"New outfit?"

That voice... it's him. Abel leans against the wall of the parking lot, the embers of a cigarette glowing in his hand. It seems this is another night where he won't let you go so easily. You've grown used to it, anyways.

He likes you a little more than he lets on, that much is clear.

"How much did that number set you back?"

He asks with his signature flirty grin, dropping the cigarette and stamping it out before stuffing his hands into his pockets.

There's that tension again.