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Authors: Scarlet Wolfe
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semi-interested in what she said, I stare into a small mirror in my locker and apply my lipstick.
“Men in the Elite lounge ask you out while they’re here playing?”
“Yes, and it definitely has its perks.”
“Hmm … that’s cool.”
“Yeah, they probably won’t ask you right away. It seems they like to gain some trust first.”
I pause, lipstick hovering at my mouth.
“Oh? Why is that?”
“A lot of them have wives. They only want a younger woman on their arm for parties. I’m twenty-three, by the way.
“I’ll only go out with the married ones who don’t expect sex. I do abide by that rule.”
I want to roll my eyes but I refrain. Is fingering and blow jobs off the table, too? After putting my makeup away, I shut the locker and carefully pivot toward her in my silver heels.
“So, you believe I’ll get asked out eventually?”
“Most definitely.” Tara finishes getting ready, and we enter the lounge. Once again, many men are playing poker at the round tables. I don’t see any women tonight.
“And she braves another day,” the bartender, Sebastian, says to me with a grin and a wink.
Maybe I should buddy up with him. He might spill info at some point. I imagine the servers confide in him at times.
“I get to see your handsome face, so why not?” I say with a wink in return.
“You just moved yourself up to first position for getting your drink orders filled.”
Tara smacks me lightly on the arm.
“Hey now, you’re going to cost me tips bumping me down the line.”
“Oh, please, as hot as you are, I imagine these men would wait an hour on their drinks and still tip you high.”
She gives me a whopping grin of satisfaction.
“Thank you, sweetie. You’re hot yourself.” She’s winking at me now, and we’ve got a verbal three-way going here.
“Tara, you need to get to work,” Shannon says as she approaches us, adding an authoritative look.
“Of course, ma’am.”
“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me ma’am? It makes me feel old, and I am not.” A turned up chin reinforces my boss’s frustration.
I was introduced to Shannon the other day after Adrian let me return to work. I’m guessing her to be in her late forties.
She oversees the lounges and is extremely attractive, with hair an amber color. Her tall, slender body is firm and poised.
Word is she’s an ex-showgirl who never snagged a wealthy spouse. Maybe seeing middle-aged men gawk at young women every night has her in a tizzy.
There are women who believe they’re going to be amongst high society by riding on the successes and bank accounts of businessmen.
Let me rephrase that; by riding businessmen until they’ve met the ones who will set them up for life.
They’ll then have babies, and in not too many years, their husbands will be seeking companionship from women even younger than they are.
The now thirtysomething women will seek validation of their attractiveness from the hot pool boy or gym instructor.
He wants sex with no-strings-attached instead of with clingy, early twentysomething chicks with high expectations of wining and dining.
I’m glad I’m not one of those women. The problem is, the men in here will likely think so, but maybe my older age will throw them off.
Oh, hell, they’ll probably think I’m even more desperate since I’m in my thirties.
When I met Shannon, she inspected me from head to toe, practically frisking me in the process.
I was then informed that I must get a mani and pedi, so Tara and I are supposed to go together tomorrow at lunch.
Reggie was pissed today when I told him, but what else could I do? It’s the only time I can go.
“Vicky, we need to discuss something in private for a moment,” Shannon says to me as Tara walks away.
“Sure.”
“Mr. Adrian Cassano wants to meet with you, but not until after your shift. I don’t know what you’ve already done wrong but fix it.
“I’ll honestly be surprised if you’re here tomorrow.
“Men in the Elite lounge ask you out while they’re here playing?”
“Yes, and it definitely has its perks.”
“Hmm … that’s cool.”
“Yeah, they probably won’t ask you right away. It seems they like to gain some trust first.”
I pause, lipstick hovering at my mouth.
“Oh? Why is that?”
“A lot of them have wives. They only want a younger woman on their arm for parties. I’m twenty-three, by the way.
“I’ll only go out with the married ones who don’t expect sex. I do abide by that rule.”
I want to roll my eyes but I refrain. Is fingering and blow jobs off the table, too? After putting my makeup away, I shut the locker and carefully pivot toward her in my silver heels.
“So, you believe I’ll get asked out eventually?”
“Most definitely.” Tara finishes getting ready, and we enter the lounge. Once again, many men are playing poker at the round tables. I don’t see any women tonight.
“And she braves another day,” the bartender, Sebastian, says to me with a grin and a wink.
Maybe I should buddy up with him. He might spill info at some point. I imagine the servers confide in him at times.
“I get to see your handsome face, so why not?” I say with a wink in return.
“You just moved yourself up to first position for getting your drink orders filled.”
Tara smacks me lightly on the arm.
“Hey now, you’re going to cost me tips bumping me down the line.”
“Oh, please, as hot as you are, I imagine these men would wait an hour on their drinks and still tip you high.”
She gives me a whopping grin of satisfaction.
“Thank you, sweetie. You’re hot yourself.” She’s winking at me now, and we’ve got a verbal three-way going here.
“Tara, you need to get to work,” Shannon says as she approaches us, adding an authoritative look.
“Of course, ma’am.”
“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me ma’am? It makes me feel old, and I am not.” A turned up chin reinforces my boss’s frustration.
I was introduced to Shannon the other day after Adrian let me return to work. I’m guessing her to be in her late forties.
She oversees the lounges and is extremely attractive, with hair an amber color. Her tall, slender body is firm and poised.
Word is she’s an ex-showgirl who never snagged a wealthy spouse. Maybe seeing middle-aged men gawk at young women every night has her in a tizzy.
There are women who believe they’re going to be amongst high society by riding on the successes and bank accounts of businessmen.
Let me rephrase that; by riding businessmen until they’ve met the ones who will set them up for life.
They’ll then have babies, and in not too many years, their husbands will be seeking companionship from women even younger than they are.
The now thirtysomething women will seek validation of their attractiveness from the hot pool boy or gym instructor.
He wants sex with no-strings-attached instead of with clingy, early twentysomething chicks with high expectations of wining and dining.
I’m glad I’m not one of those women. The problem is, the men in here will likely think so, but maybe my older age will throw them off.
Oh, hell, they’ll probably think I’m even more desperate since I’m in my thirties.
When I met Shannon, she inspected me from head to toe, practically frisking me in the process.
I was then informed that I must get a mani and pedi, so Tara and I are supposed to go together tomorrow at lunch.
Reggie was pissed today when I told him, but what else could I do? It’s the only time I can go.
“Vicky, we need to discuss something in private for a moment,” Shannon says to me as Tara walks away.
“Sure.”
“Mr. Adrian Cassano wants to meet with you, but not until after your shift. I don’t know what you’ve already done wrong but fix it.
“I’ll honestly be surprised if you’re here tomorrow.
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