American Honey by Caitlin Ricci

Author:Caitlin Ricci [Ricci, Caitlin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Hillcrest Farm, Adult, Romance, Gay, GLBTQIA, Contemporary, Age Gap
ISBN: 9781487427733
Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
Published: 2020-01-31T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Cal

I took my first extra shift in five years that night and I couldn’t help being nervous. It was one thing for a guy I was interested in to say he didn’t care about what I did, but I’d heard that before. More than once. It was Travis’ voice talking in my head as I started getting ready in the back of the stage. There was a wall between me and what was probably fifty guys. The night was young still. They barely looked buzzed at all out there.

Travis had told me that he was fine with me working, at first anyway. That had been his tune for probably the first year. Maybe the first sixteen months of our relationship. Then, he’d started in on me. It wasn’t anything big. Not at first. Just little questions, like why was I working there so much when I could show off for a guy who actually loved me right here. I remembered him saying that if I really loved him, I wouldn’t go to the club that night. He’d gotten me to call off shifts, to cut back my hours, to not even think about working extra hours, even when I wanted something expensive that I was saving up for, or when he was out of town for work.

I thought about his words, his disapproval, as I changed out of my jeans and t-shirt and pulled on a pair of blue mesh shorts. I didn’t really strip. Not like a lot of guys at the club did. I preferred to start practically naked and tease and tempt the guys around me. I may pull down the shorts a little here and there, but they were practically see-through anyway, so there wasn’t much use in showing off more.

I forced myself to stop thinking about Travis. I was about to start dancing. I needed to be upbeat, positive and happy. I couldn’t wonder if Dillon was just one more guy that was going to judge me for what I did, what I loved to do. I couldn’t handle that again. I was thirty-eight. I wanted to have a relationship. I was ready to settle down.

I didn’t know the song that I went on stage to. It was pop-y and upbeat and I used that to get my energy right. There were four guys, all in business suits right by the stage. They already had drinks in their hands, and they had money out. I flirted with them. I touched their hair. I kissed their cheeks. And it felt good. Dancing felt good again. Flirting, winking, blowing kisses. It was all part of my job and I enjoyed it. There was no reason I should have been made to feel shame for something I enjoyed so much.

I danced and laughed and by the time I was done with my set I was looking forward to giving some guys a lap dance. One of the guys in suits waved me over right away and I went and put my arm around his waist.

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