But maybe my boobs look good enough tonight that nobody will notice it.
An older woman stands behind the bar, chewing gum.
“What’ll it be?” she asks, eyeing me.
I spot something familiar in the cooler behind her.
“Oh—can I get a watermelon Carbliss?”
She doesn’t even turn around. “Don’t have that.”
Pop.
Her gum bubble bursts.
I blink. “…It’s literally right there.”
She turns, looks inside the cooler, then snorts. “Well shit.”
She grabs the can and slides it across the counter. “Sorry, girl. Never had that before.”
I crack it open. “No worries.”
She leans on the bar, her expression curious. “So who you lookin’ for tonight?”
“Hawk.”
She snorts, a knowing smile creeping onto her face. “Good luck. There’s a line of women waitin’ for him.”
My smile falters slightly.
…Oh.
I don’t like that answer.
But I just nod and walk away.
The deeper I move into the clubhouse, the crazier it gets.
Music pounding.
Men shouting.
Women grinding on whoever will let them.
One room holds several pool tables.
Two are being used.
The third—
I freeze.
A man leans against it casually while a woman kneels between his legs.
My eyes widen.Oh my.
People are just openly having sex.
