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are they going to do, tell on me? Don’t be such a little bitch , Sassy.”
Easy for her to say. She had a college degree and was only working at the club because she thought it was “fun.” I resented her for it, sometimes, and then felt guilty. It wasn’t any of my business what Scarlet chose to do with her life. “I’ll have one sip,” I said, sitting down beside her. “ One . And then you’re partying with yourself.”
She shrugged. “I’ll be partying with Sorensen, later.”
“Ugh, he’s a creep,” I said. She handed me the flask, and I took a swig and passed it back to her. Cheap whiskey. It burned all the way down. I didn’t drink hard liquor very much. Not for any particular reason; I just didn’t like it.
“They’re all creeps,” Scarlet said.
“So quit, then,” I said. “Nobody’s forcing you to work here.”
She shrugged, and went back to painting her toes instead of replying. Whatever. We’d had this conversation before, and it never went anywhere. I didn’t understand Scarlet at all. I was pretty sure she didn’t understand herself.
We sat in silence for a few minutes. Scarlet finished painting her nails and put the polish away. She took a sip from her flask, and then said, “What are you doing tonight?”
“Dancing, I guess,” I said. “None of my regulars show up on Sundays. I don’t even know why I keep telling Poppy to schedule me.”
“Masochism,” Scarlet said.
“Money,” I said. “One of those M words.”
“Masturbation,” Scarlet said.
“No, that’s the clients,” I said, and Scarlet laughed.
The door to the seraglio opened, and Scarlet shoved her flask back into her purse. I looked over, certain that we looked guilty as thieves. It was only Fresh Meat, though, duffel bag slung over her shoulder.
“What’s up, Fresh Meat?” I asked.
“Germaine wants to see you,” she said.
My heart did a nose-dive inside my chest. So much for wishful thinking, then. So much for things working out.
“Uh-oh, you’re in trouble,” Scarlet said.
“Thanks for pointing that out, asshole,” I said, and stood up, adrenaline making my hands shake slightly.
“Jeez, touchy,” Scarlet said. “You sit down with me, Fresh Meat, and I’ll explain why you should always avoid Sassy while she’s on the rag.”
“I’m not on the rag,” I said, and then hustled myself out of the room before I said something I couldn’t take back.
Germaine looked very serious as I walked into her office and closed the door behind me. Bad sign. She wasn’t a bubbly person, but she didn’t ordinarily look so grim . Fuck. The Owner had definitely told her to fire me, and I was going to be out on the street.
It wasn’t the end of the world, I reminded myself, but I didn’t really believe it.
“Sassy, thank you for coming so promptly,” Germaine said. “As you know—”
“Look, just give it to me straight,” I said. “You’re firing me, right?”
Germaine sat back in her chair, eyebrows drawing together. “Where did you get that idea?”
Me and my big mouth. “So… you’re not firing me?”
“Of course not,” Germaine said. “I know the dancer gossip mill runs overtime, but I can’t imagine who put this particular bug in your ear.”
“It wasn’t any of the girls,” I admitted. “I was just—well. After I was with the owner last night, I sort of thought—I mean, you know how I am, I can’t keep my mouth shut, and he probably wasn’t too happy with me, so—”
“You’re still worrying about that? He had no complaints,” Germaine said firmly. “Put it out of your mind. You’re an asset to this business, and I told you he’s never meddled with my hiring decisions. I asked Tempest to send you in because Mr. Webster requested that you attend his party tonight.”
“Oh,” I said, deflating like a popped balloon. “Um. I didn’t know he was having a party.”
“He only called this afternoon to schedule it,” Germaine said. “He’ll be here
Easy for her to say. She had a college degree and was only working at the club because she thought it was “fun.” I resented her for it, sometimes, and then felt guilty. It wasn’t any of my business what Scarlet chose to do with her life. “I’ll have one sip,” I said, sitting down beside her. “ One . And then you’re partying with yourself.”
She shrugged. “I’ll be partying with Sorensen, later.”
“Ugh, he’s a creep,” I said. She handed me the flask, and I took a swig and passed it back to her. Cheap whiskey. It burned all the way down. I didn’t drink hard liquor very much. Not for any particular reason; I just didn’t like it.
“They’re all creeps,” Scarlet said.
“So quit, then,” I said. “Nobody’s forcing you to work here.”
She shrugged, and went back to painting her toes instead of replying. Whatever. We’d had this conversation before, and it never went anywhere. I didn’t understand Scarlet at all. I was pretty sure she didn’t understand herself.
We sat in silence for a few minutes. Scarlet finished painting her nails and put the polish away. She took a sip from her flask, and then said, “What are you doing tonight?”
“Dancing, I guess,” I said. “None of my regulars show up on Sundays. I don’t even know why I keep telling Poppy to schedule me.”
“Masochism,” Scarlet said.
“Money,” I said. “One of those M words.”
“Masturbation,” Scarlet said.
“No, that’s the clients,” I said, and Scarlet laughed.
The door to the seraglio opened, and Scarlet shoved her flask back into her purse. I looked over, certain that we looked guilty as thieves. It was only Fresh Meat, though, duffel bag slung over her shoulder.
“What’s up, Fresh Meat?” I asked.
“Germaine wants to see you,” she said.
My heart did a nose-dive inside my chest. So much for wishful thinking, then. So much for things working out.
“Uh-oh, you’re in trouble,” Scarlet said.
“Thanks for pointing that out, asshole,” I said, and stood up, adrenaline making my hands shake slightly.
“Jeez, touchy,” Scarlet said. “You sit down with me, Fresh Meat, and I’ll explain why you should always avoid Sassy while she’s on the rag.”
“I’m not on the rag,” I said, and then hustled myself out of the room before I said something I couldn’t take back.
Germaine looked very serious as I walked into her office and closed the door behind me. Bad sign. She wasn’t a bubbly person, but she didn’t ordinarily look so grim . Fuck. The Owner had definitely told her to fire me, and I was going to be out on the street.
It wasn’t the end of the world, I reminded myself, but I didn’t really believe it.
“Sassy, thank you for coming so promptly,” Germaine said. “As you know—”
“Look, just give it to me straight,” I said. “You’re firing me, right?”
Germaine sat back in her chair, eyebrows drawing together. “Where did you get that idea?”
Me and my big mouth. “So… you’re not firing me?”
“Of course not,” Germaine said. “I know the dancer gossip mill runs overtime, but I can’t imagine who put this particular bug in your ear.”
“It wasn’t any of the girls,” I admitted. “I was just—well. After I was with the owner last night, I sort of thought—I mean, you know how I am, I can’t keep my mouth shut, and he probably wasn’t too happy with me, so—”
“You’re still worrying about that? He had no complaints,” Germaine said firmly. “Put it out of your mind. You’re an asset to this business, and I told you he’s never meddled with my hiring decisions. I asked Tempest to send you in because Mr. Webster requested that you attend his party tonight.”
“Oh,” I said, deflating like a popped balloon. “Um. I didn’t know he was having a party.”
“He only called this afternoon to schedule it,” Germaine said. “He’ll be here
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