"Elle! Open the fucking door." I jerk awake and blink my eyes, trying to get them to focus as I hear more pounding on my bedroom door. "Elle! What the hell?" I grab my glasses from the side of the bed and put them on. I’m blind without them unless I have my contacts in.
"I’m coming," I call, stumbling out of bed, my feet tangling on the strap of my bag. I trip over it but luckily land on the bed as I get my feet free.
"I don’t have all fucking day," my brother Jero barks out.
"Sorry!" I shout back, although we both know he doesn’t have a job. Where the heck does he have to be all of a sudden? I blow my hair out of my face as I yank the door open. "Can you calm down? I was sleeping."
"It’s three in the afternoon."
"What!" I turn back to look at the clock in panic. "My alarm didn’t go off. I was supposed to be at work at ten." I am so fired.
"People want strippers at ten in the morning?" I flinch, but I guess I am a stripper after last night.
"The movie theater."
"Why the hell would you keep that job?"
I stare up at him, wondering what the hell he ans. I have to work.
"It’s my job." I shake my head at him before I turn around and grab my purse off the ground. I know why he’s here. "Here, it’s three thousand."
Mufasa paid for his dance, but my cut was only half of that. I didn’t tell the bouncer or Vivian about the giant tip. I was scared they would want a cut of that too.
"Damn. From one night?" He starts counting the money. "For one fucking dance?"
"Yeah, he tipped ." I don’t ntion that he didn’t want to let go.
Jero looks up from the money at . "You dancing again tonight?"
I nod. That’s the plan since we still need more money, and I’m guessing he hasn’t co up with any of it on his own.
"We’re still short two thousand," I point out. I’m sure he already knows that.
"What about after tonight?" He lifts his eyebrows at .
"I’m going to beg them not to fire for missing my shift at the movie theater today."
"Are you fucking nuts? Three grand off one night. Was it that bad? Really, Elle?"
No, it hadn’t been that bad, and that’s what’s bothering . I enjoyed the way he looked at way too much. No one has ever looked at with such heat and possession in their eyes. It made feel sexy and wanted.
When he pulled out extra money and wanted more, I should have been disgusted. But the truth was, I’ve never been more turned on in my life. He wanted to pay to have his way with , and suddenly the idea of taking the money and giving it to him felt good. I’d been so close to getting off right there on his lap, and he hadn’t even touched .
"Earth to Estella." My brother snaps his fingers in front of my face. "He must have liked the outfit I picked out for you." He smirks.
This is getting creepy. Mufasa didn’t like the outfit because I couldn’t bring myself to wear it. There was no way I could wear underwear that goes up my butt crack.
"Yeah," I say noncommittally, not wanting to talk about it with Jero.
"But it was all safe, right? There was a bodyguard. No big deal?" He’s pushing to see how easy it was to make this kind of money.
"Yes, it was safe."
I thought there was only one bodyguard there until the others showed up. I found out afterwards they’d been dropping off dancers in other rooms and my security must have called for them as backup. I think Mufasa could have taken on several of them, but too many jumped on him at once. Not that he didn’t give them a run for their money. Why had that been so hot too? There’s sothing wrong with my body. I thought I was asexual because nothing ever turned on. Until him.
Romance books and hot pictures have never worked. I even looked up porn one night and nothing sparked. Then there he was, with a handful of money, paying to dance and then fighting over . Yeah, sothing is wrong with because I’ve never been more turned on in my life. And the worst part is, I can’t stop thinking about him.
"Then I don’t understand why you’d quit."
I shift on my feet. Shouldn’t he want to not do this? Where is the older brother who always watched out for ? I think Jero lost part of who he was with his gambling addiction. I’m not so sure he’s in there anymore.
"Let’s focus on getting the last of the money you need. Then we can think about what’s next."
"About that." He runs his hand through his short brown hair, sothing he does when he’s got terrible news. My stomach starts to turn as he looks in the eyes. "The interest went up because they aren’t getting it all at once."
I close my eyes, trying to calm my nerves. "How much more?"
"Well, it will be another thousand for today and a thousand for tomorrow."
"So if I get four tonight we’ll be done?" He nods. "Then I guess I have to get it all tonight." I have no idea what Vivian has booked for . A couple of dances aren’t going to cut it with the company taking half.
"You can do it. Like you said, last night went fine."
It went fine because I was with Mufasa. The idea of dancing for soone else feels weird, which is stupid. I think it’s the comfort I felt with him, so who knows what I might get next?
"You need a ride?"
"No, they’re sending soone to pick up."
"Cool." He kisses on the cheek. "I’ll see you tomorrow." With that, he’s gone.
He didn’t ask about how I’d get ho or even say thank you for the cash. This is so ssed up, and I’m really starting to see it now. I sit down on my bed and put my face in my hands. I’m trying not to cry, but this whole situation is horrible. I was willing to do more with Mufasa and he’s freaking engaged! How can I have this guilty feeling about dancing with soone else tonight when he would have paid for to sleep with him? At least I think that’s what the extra money was for, but I didn’t stop to ask.
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