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contrast to the mesmerizing baby sound at her ear. The cabbie had slammed his brakes for some asshole who’d cut them off. “Shit!” Jana directed at the cab driver.
    “You okay?” Amber asked.
    “Yeah, no, I’m fine. Jersey drivers.”
    “Don’t I know it…so, hey, you remember Char called the young newbies the ‘tight twats’?” Amber laughed into the phone.
    “Yeah, sure.” Jana smiled softly, solemnly. Yeah, she remembered. God, she hadn’t understood anything, let alone what tight twats or a virgin vagina actually meant to men until Char awakened her to the fucking real world. Jana had always been petite, young and sweet looking. Innocent. And after hearing Char’s ‘The great virgin dream of men’ theory, it all became crystal clear to her, how men saw her. As a tight-twat virgin. But one that was up on stage spreading it for them. Oh Lord, the dream in living color. All the way through her dancing career, Jana made tons of cash working the young virgin girl angle. Charlene had even helped her dress the part in schoolgirl uniforms to the nth degree. It paid the bills, but still to this day it made her sick to walk by a parochial school during dismissal. How sick and twisted the whole thing had been. Still was.
    “Well, anyway, if you’re still toned, you have nothing to worry about, even the tightest cunts still get coked-out or out of shape in no time at the club. You’ll be golden, as always,” Amber said with a hint of obvious envy. “You’re a gorgeous Latino-Asian mutt!” Amber blurted.
    Jana laughed. She had a healthy-sized ass but didn’t have the full and curvy voluptuous thing going on up top. She was on the small side of a B cup.
    Char had damn near made a marketing plan for her at her start. Jana fulfilled two very specific niche markets in the club scene: the Lush Latino, with the full-fledged backside, lips, and lashes; and the Exotic Asian fantasy, with the eyes and high cheekbones, small, tight frame, and long, lustrous hair. How crazy, to view one’s attributes as marketable. But it was business, it was money.
    “Oh, and forget about the pole, girl…no one can touch you there!” Amber added. “I’m still jealous of your ‘ Open-V ’ and your damn ‘Helicopter.’ And, oh God, your ‘Caterpillar’ drove them insane! None of the girls do much more than a climb anymore.”
    Jana had had a unique and unknown advantage at the start of her dance career. She’d been a gymnast since age six and had competed all the way up through high school until senior year, in fact, when dancing took over her schedule.
    “Jesus, I actually miss the pole. I almost joined one of those new pole fitness clubs, but it was too close of an association, you know?”
    “Yeah, totally.” Then the baby started crying for something. “She’s hungry for boob, one second, doll,” Amber said, then whispered sweetly to the baby to hush and eat.
    Jana caught herself imagining herself in Amber’s place. Or being the woman on the bus, with nothing else in the world mattering but that tiny, innocent being at her breast. A small ache surfaced in her chest until Amber’s voice brought her focus back.
    “Okay, sorry. Anyway, J, I wish I could make a call for you, just to get you started quicker, especially if Eddie isn’t answering his cell. Which is totally weird. But Dominic burned the bridge with Eddie and the Demontes when I got knocked up, and he wouldn’t even let me step on property now, let alone call, even if I did know anyone there anymore. But hell, go there; see if Eddie is still there. That boy’d do anything for you.”
    “Yeah, I’ll do that.”
    “Just, you know, keep in touch. Tell me how it goes. And so I know you’re safe.”
    Jana caught the underlying worry, because when Char had left for Vegas, they both wished they could’ve prevented what had happened. But Jana knew they couldn’t have. It was out of anyone’s hands. Jana had even spoken to Char the day before. One day