Not him. She sat. He was hunched in his seat, fiddling with something. He bit his lip as he looked from the outline of her pussy and then into her eyes. It just wasn’t the quick and easy way to pay her rent. Being horny was nothing new. God damn she was horny, but… I need to make money tonight. A transactional affirmation. “How long have you been waiting for me?”
“Long enough to finish a drink. And that was it. A lot of whack jobs turned up at strip clubs and grew obsessed. He stared at her, confused as to whether he had unconsciously given it or not. It happened to the male customers too sometimes. Some girls were known to leave with a thousand a night, after settling with the house. Some of the regulars—the more conscious ones—knew there was a game being played. No one cared if you felt broken. Being horny was nothing new. But she had danced for this guy before, so she was sure that wouldn’t happen.