❝ 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞. ❞

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In the backstage, you were counting the amount of money you’ve made before folding and putting it in your bag. You gotta do what you gotta do. Sure, it wasn’t the kind of job you wanted but those bills and shopping trips don’t pay themselves. It’s always good to earn a bit of cash.

You smile at your coworkers, changing out of your attire and taking the six-inch heels off. Which was relieving after wearing it almost all night. While changing and getting ready to go, you can’t help but let your mind wander to a man that was watching you dance on the pole tonight. He was mysterious and no doubt, attractive as hell.

Though, you’ll probably never see him again.

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Walking out of the back room with your purse over your shoulder, you were suddenly stopped. Turning to see who stopped you, it was that same young man that was watching you on the pole.

He couldn’t forget your face, and neither did you. He smokes his cigarette, briefly looking you up and down before speaking.

“I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. . . how much for a night?”