Dancing Like A Boss
A woman had to do what a woman had to do but, in this case, the prejudice was irritating.
“No but if you’ve seen one set of boobs you’ve seen them all. Men don’t pay just to look.”
Sasha gave a chuckle at the woman’s words. “My club caters to a more,” she snapped her fingers as she thought of the word, “exclusive clientele. The money is good because the people coming into it, value their privacy and they pay for it. You can’t get into the club unless the owner vets you themselves.”
“What, is there an application process?” Gian sneered at her.