ELIRABlack dots danced along the edges of my vision as the sounds around me became distant, a faint echo humming from the background.My breathing was labored, sweat dancing down my spine. I held onto the pole in front of me, shimmying my waist slowly even as I battled to get the fever under control.The timing couldn’t be any shittier. With the presence of the full moon came an overflow of eager male wolves, all of them stacked with cash and the desire to own one of the scantily-clad bodies working the stage tonight. One of those bodies was mine.“That’s right, Zoey,” one client in particular bellowed from his place in the crowd. “Work that body for me like a little slut.”He was a short man, his belly rounded with excessive alcohol and zero workout, and he was mostly bald, save for the sparse curls around his mouth. To put it simply, he wasn’t a pleasant man to look at, and from the look in his eyes, the knowledge of that wouldn’t stop him from paying his way between our legs.A sh
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