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moved to the mirror to see the outline.
    Getting ready for work she’d been more interested in
Jasper than actually paying attention to her appearance. “Fuck,” she said.
    “It’s not a problem. You just need to cover it.
Nothing screams lack of tips more than a waitress who’s taken.” He moved past
her to serve a man.
    Running fingers through her hair, she pulled it over
down her breasts, to cover her neck from view. Men liked to see a woman as
available. It was how she got tips.
    Satisfied no one could see her hickey, which gave her
a thrill to know Jasper wanted her enough to mark her, she set about helping
behind the counter.
    Harold joined her and David thirty minutes later
looking pretty satisfied.
    “You better keep that boy out of my club. I don’t want
to be cleaning up and paying customers for a jealous boyfriend,” Harold said,
tapping her shoulder.
    “Don’t worry. Jasper’s not like that.”
    “Yeah, her boyfriend’s so not the jealous type that he
gave her a hickey. Don’t worry, Harold, all’s well in the world of Amber.”
David smirked.
    “Why don’t you shut your dirty mouth?” she said,
glaring at him. “Or I might just tell Cassie where your dick was three days
ago.” She’d caught David cheating on Cassie with one of the new girls,
Penelope. Amber wasn’t interested in causing problems, but if David wanted to
play that way, she would.
    “Fine, I’ll keep my mouth shut. I didn’t even hear
you.”
    She touched her nose. “I’ve got mad silent skills.”
    He moved away to start serving other customers. She
ignored David and Harold, concentrating on her customers. They flirted with her,
and she flirted back, making sure that they never got sight of her hickey.
    Each time she touched her neck she recalled the feel
of Jasper’s lips on hers. Once she thought of his lips on her, she started to
think about the way he’d opened her thighs and sucked her clit.
    With every passing second she was getting hotter and
hotter for her man. Every other time she watched the women dance with the men
drooling, she’d been disgusted. Tonight, she saw something different, something
deeper. The women on stage were pulling the men under their spells. They were
the ones in control, not the men. No one forced them to take their clothes off.
    “You see what I see?” Harold asked, watching Brooke
weave her magic on the crowd.
    “She’s the one in control.”
    “I love watching the men try to get her to go faster.
No one can make my woman do what they want. She does what she wants and basks
in the control.” He glanced at her. “Remember your power, Amber. This guy, he
sounds dangerous. I’d hate for anything to happen to you.”
    Amber smiled. “You’re worried you’d have to spend the
time trying to find a woman who’ll not put her fingers in the till.”
    Harold chuckled. “Tell me about it. You can’t find the
staff these days.”
    “Hello, darling,” a customer said, drawing them out of
their conversation. Amber smiled, remembering the businessman who’d offered her
a card the other day. He’d been coming to the club for a long time and had
never shown her this much attention before.
    “Hey there, sugar. How are you doing?” she asked, pushing
her chest out.
    “I was hoping to hear from you.”
    “Sorry, pal, no dating or anything else,” Harold said,
moving her out of the way. “I’ve got this one.” He whispered to her so only she
heard.
    Moving out of his way, she went about her business. She
didn’t understand Harold’s sudden change of attitude toward the man.
    Seconds passed before her boss came toward her. “Be
careful of that one. I don’t want you dealing with him again.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I don’t like the way he’s looking at you or what he’s
thinking. Be careful and try to avoid serving him in future. I’ll deal with
him.”
    She looked around Harold to see the man was indeed
looking at her. He wasn’t looking at her with hunger though.