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WALKING into work tonight, I could tell something was off. My initial outfit of sweatpants and a t-shirt was normal for a Friday, but when I changed into an all-pink outfit in the locker room and topped it off with a pink wig, the oddity of the night started screaming at me.
In retrospect, it was like a series of weird events that lead up to the predicament I'm in right now.
The predicament? Me standing in front of the man I fucked and fled almost a year ago.
. . .
"MARIE, you're late." Rob's voice invades my peace as I enter the office to pay my fee for the night before I get changed. Of course, it wasn't hard to catch the look of disgust on his face at the fact that I'm wearing actual clothes that cover my body, but there was not much I can do about that.
I fight the urge to roll my eyes in front of him and just tilt my head, "Is it busy tonight?"
He scoffs, "You tell me, you're the one that walked in here late."
Of course, I can gauge how busy the night is, but I just wanted to antagonize him. It isn't hard to figure out his tells, so watching him pick at his greying beard was nothing new. He's stressed, but what strip club manager isn't?
"Go get dressed." He grumbles, not even looking at me.
My mouth twists in thought and I release a, "Will do," Before I leave the doorway and make it to the locker room hidden in the back of the building. I've been working here for five years too long and have gotten used to my fair share of tiffs and tats, but working here has made me the best money I've had in a while so, somehow, those haven't been convincing enough for me to leave.
However, I did lessen my hours so maybe that's why Rob looks like he's drowning in papers and pussy.
When I enter the locker room, I'm greeted by a familiar face.
"Hey, baby girl," Rowan greets with a smile on her face. Her lips look swollen and judging by the pack of ice on her vanity, she must've just gotten fillers recently. Name any form of cosmetic procedure and she'll tell you she's had it - a BBL, implants, botox, lifts, and tucks. She's never satisfied. We don't tell each other much, but she let it slip once that she'd been going to a therapist for her addiction, but I'm guessing it's not working out well.
Unless she's causing physical harm to herself or someone else, it's technically not my business. I doubt my telling her she's beautiful just the way she is would suddenly make her get all her money back and all the procedures out of her system. Hell, I don't even know what she looked like before everything has been said and done.
