After chatting with Ashton for a bit, we went our separate ways, back to our own houses.
I take a shower, putting on sleep clothes before crawling in bed to start the same routine over tomorrow.
I wake up the next morning, pulling on whatever clothes I find, getting in my car and driving to work.
I walk in the dressing room, pulling on a new lingerie outfit, curling my hair and applying makeup.
"How was that boy you were grinding on last night?" My coworker asks.
"What do you mean?" I furrow my eyebrows as I walk to my pole.
"Was he a good fuck?" She asks.
"I'm more of Dinner Before He Fucks Me In The Ass kinda girl." I climb up on the step to start my job, turning away from her, rolling my eyes.
As I start my job, sliding up and down the pole, I notice a familiar face. Ashton.
I bite my lip at the sight of him, sunglasses on his face, disheveled hair, a leather jacket covers his shoulder. This man does things to me.
I try harder when he comes closer to my area, biting my lip harder. I make sure to stick my butt out as I walk around the pole, sliding up and down it.
Ashton sits at the table he sat at yesterday but his friends aren't with him. He stares at me, sunglasses still adorning his face, crossing his arms over his chest as he stares at me.
He gets up to go somewhere, I'm not sure where but I dont think much of it. I continue my job before my manager comes over to me.
"You've been requested for a seperate party in Room A."
