Addicted to her

tive pulse of lights and money and the kind

hes were thick, lips lacquered in venom-red gloss. Her outfit-or what barely counted as one-clung to her curves lik

hey w

alway

ager called. "Yo

, on whispered lips when men dreamed they could afford her. Sasha wa

heavy, deep, throbbing-she w

. Phones flicked up like desperate hands. Sasha didn't smile. She didn't need to. She moved wit

head t

rink fo

yes o

e was teasing it, not them. Then-snap-she gripped it tight and spun, legs flying wide

y starte

lls-tr

f it touched her. Not really. She was in control. They could want her, worshi

toni

t feeling

nt. Her fingers slid down her torso, slow and slick, dipping under the sheer strip of fabric that barely

went

lling a dealer at a blackjack table. Somewhere, a champagne bottle popped. Sasha let her lips curve. Her nails dragg

. ligh

s wide, arms hi

d lost i

in cl

idn't

bodysuit off her glistening skin and let it fall into her locker. Beneath it, she wore a barely-

eflection in the

Hair wild. C

ht, pressing a cold wat

s, Bambi or maybe Lol

t. Big spender.

hed a bro

. "Didn't leave one. Ju

was how the real money played

curves and heels even taller than before. Her lips got a fresh coat of blood-red gloss. H

fantasy, she was going to

st the drunk hedge fund babies, past the security guard who always pre

a wasn't her

e to make i

ld-plated and silen

opene

icked shut

trim everywhere. One chair in

pi

gods behind smoke and shadows. Sasha didn't care. They could hid

barefoot now, heels in one hand, hips already sway

shoes down l

she got

a shrug and a turn, and it h

here thong, nipples hard and bare, le

t dance t

sedu

ropped into a slow squat, spreading her thighs, ass nearly kissing the f

't for sh

was f

s her fingers trailed over her stomach, dipping between

was soft, but it

sn't a

as wet. She was al

ide over her slick folds. It felt too good. Too good. He

are who was

see her

coming quick. She slid two fingers inside, fucking herself slow, then hard

s gonn

f-fuc

she

thrown back like a goddess taking ever

ed, slick and r

slow c

the c

a fr

mn thing through the shadows. Just the shape of s

speak. Neit

a word, wrapped it around her b

re she left,

th. "Next time, I wan

n't loo

, robe still clinging to her damp skin, h

w how to leave a mark without touching her. The

want you on

breath, smirk

y ba

before slipping into her black hoodie and sweats. Stage makeup still sme

en she he

f the locker room. Loud. W

r something," one of them said wit

don't do lap dances unless they wire it in advance' attitud

oth la

ight? You saw her stage set. The f

pagne back just because sh

equests without even wo

giving... pic

hter. Mor

didn't

dn't n

them

lacking-stage presence, confidence, rhythm-but that wasn't

waited unti

pulled out her bag, and checked

en hundred and si

cribbled on

wear nothing

n

num

a cha

d it in the bag.

mix of heat, streetlights, and low-grade chaos.

sm and the power that came with it. Her phone buzzed-group chat blowing up. Some guy fro

uted ev

ht wa

tomo

game started

for

hoodie up, and let the city roll by, glitter still stu