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table, and Mama held a short and discreet whispered negotiation with the guy. I looked at Mike. He didn't seem so bad. He was laughing a lot and enjoying his drinks. I could usually tell the bad ones by the look of them, which isn't to say I could avoid sleeping with them. I had to sleep with anyone who paid for me. That was the nature of the beast. If you worked the floor of the nightclub, you had to be available.
     
    For the bad ones, I just tried to be extra compliant upstairs. It meant that I had to work harder to earn my money. For the extra bad ones, I had Mama and the bouncers.
     
    "Hey man!" the guy shouted, waving at Mike. "I got a surprise for you, dude!"
     
    Mike stood up and walked over to his friend, who babbled at a level I couldn't hear over the rap music. He kept pointing at me, though, so I gathered that he was giving Mike the good news. Yes, I was for sale. Yes, I was Mike's for however long it took.
    I took him by the hand and led him upstairs, giving Shimmy a nod so she could know the whole table was hers until I came back down.
     
    “I’ve never slept with a whore before,” Mike said, the excitement evident in his voice as we walked down the hall to a room. “Well, never paid to sleep with a real one — slept with plenty of them, actually.”
     
    I hid my wincing — we all hated to be called whores, even if that was what we were. We just called ourselves Mama’s girls.
     
    “You’re funny,” I said, opening the room I preferred and ushering him inside. All of the rooms were tastefully decorated, but this one was in oranges — my favorite color. I felt more comfortable in here than anywhere else.
     
    “Check out the digs,” Mike remarked, looking all around. “I’m liking the bed.”
     
    All of the beds in the rooms were on platforms in the middle of the room. It gave the impression that they were all stages for the show that would soon follow.
     
    “I’m going to get ready for you,” I said, smiling at Mike. “I suggest you make yourself comfortable.”
     
    “Right on,” he said, looking around and testing the bed as I headed into the bathroom.
     
    I did my normal routine — hair, makeup, quick wash-up, lube, and stripping down. I smiled with delight. I’d picked my orange lingerie for tonight. It made my skin tone stand out and matched the room. Maybe Mike would give me a little extra tip himself, since his friend had paid for the privilege of my presence.
     
    When I walked out of the bathroom, Mike was holding his phone up at me.
     
    “No photos,” I said, frowning. “Didn’t Mama tell you?”
     
    “Oh no, she didn’t,” he said, setting his phone aside, a picture of innocence. “I’m sorry.”
     
    I tried to smooth out my frown, but I couldn’t. Mama always told the customers that they couldn’t take photos. If there were photo evidence of prostitution, even with our connections to the courts and cops, it would be too easy to shut the entire operation down.
     
    My feeling of uneasiness persisted even as I smiled and led him over to the bed.
     
    “How about you tell me what I can do for you tonight,” I said, dragging him up onto the bed with me.
     
    Mike looked like a kid in a candy shop.
     
    “Do — do you like anal?” he asked, looking almost afraid of my answer.
     
    It was always anal. Anal was something most girlfriends and wives wouldn’t give up for free. If they had to pay to enjoy my body, they wanted the forbidden fruit. It’s why I always lubed up for anything.
     
    “I love it,” I lied. “Are you a top, or a bottom?”
     
    Mike roared with laughter. “For you, I’ll be a top. Do you come during anal?”
     
    “Of course,” I lied again. “It’s one of the hottest orgasms I have.”
     
    I’d, of course, never climaxed while doing anal. Some of the girls talked about it like it wasn’t as bad as everyone said, and they thought it was hot, but I never saw the attraction. Still, that didn’t mean I wouldn’t do it for