Page 3 of Psycho Sinners

I wouldn't ever judge her choice of work, especially not since I knew how much she was raking in. If only I had the same mindset and willingness to flaunt my body and flirt up a storm, instead, I waited tables at a family-run diner. Although Naomi did say the best money was in the back rooms, where things would get a bit more... raunchy. Not exactly my thing, but she didn't seem to mind it, and she was at a point that she chose her people and had regulars.

We all had to survive somehow, and from her past that I knew, this was an upgrade.

"Scar!"

I spotted my blonde firecracker bestie as she stood waiting at the bar, cocktails already made.

Her outfit tonight was a black leather one-piece and her stripper boots. Her face was made up in a sultry smoky look, while her dyed blonde hair was curled and tied up high. Her fake tits were ready to pop from the outfit with one wrong move.

I still remembered the girls nights we'd had while she was recovering from her augmentation, and how happy she was with her bigger bust. The extra income they brought her was also welcome.

I grinned as I made a beeline for her, slipping past the booths and the few other dancers. There were only a handful of guys in here so far, and they'd taken up their positions in booths or by one of the small stages of their desired dancer.

“You look happy for a wanted woman.” Naomi arched a brow as I reached her.

“Life’s too short, right?” I shot back. Maybe we embraced the whole ‘you only live once’ thing a little too hard. We didn’t have time to worry and stress. Tomorrow was never promised.

"So, Noms says you've got yourself in a bit of a pickle, huh?" Raymond clucked behind the bar as he batted those silvery lashes at me. I'd witnessed one newcomer try to have a go at him for being gay in a club like this, and he'd helped the bouncers toss the guy out on his ass, all the girls backing him one hundred percent. He'd been here for years, and he helped take care of the girls along with the various bouncers. Only he and the bouncer, Jared, were solid guys. They were veterans of this place, they knew how to handle troublemakers and keep the girls safe. This was their second home, and they protected their home and family, unlike others who weren’t cut out for this lifestyle.

"What's new, hey," I said as I rolled my eyes, and he just shook his head, his light purple eyeshadow sparkling in the dim lighting, suiting his almond skin tone and making his dark brown eyes pop. He stood out in this place with his bleached white hair, a stark contrast to his darker skin.

"I worry about you girls, you know that," he said as he slid the cocktails closer.

"I don't even work here," I said as I took one of the glasses and tipped it to him gratefully.

"You're family, just like Noms," he said as he watched Noms pick up the other glass and take a sip.

"I've been a free woman too long, some jail-time won't kill me," I joked, but I inwardly cringed. I'd gotten good at never getting caught for the dumb impulsive things I did in my life.

There had to be something wrong with my brain.

"Got that friend who can help again?" he asked as I sipped the sweet fruity cocktail. I had to hand it to him, the man had talent. I swear every cocktail he made me was better than the last.

"Nope, he got himself into some trouble and has skipped town," I said with a sigh. An old fuck buddy, who was just as crazy as Noms and me, was no longer available to use his wicked connections to pull my ass out of the fire.

No matter, I could handle whatever came my way.

"Prison won't suit you," Noms said as she sat at the bar properly, resting her boobs on the counter like they were weighing her down. I'd be surprised if they weren't, she'd opted for some of the biggest she could get.

“Really? I thought orange was the new black?” I teased, and she snorted as Raymond shook his head.

“That’s old news,” he muttered, his gaze moving to a new patron sidling up beside Noms.

He didn’t go unnoticed by any of us, and Noms turned to him, the man’s face breaking out in a giant smile.

“Steve, baby, I’m afraid I’m not working for another couple of hours, got a few things to deal with here, do you mind waiting?” Noms batted her fake lashes, her sickly sweet voice making me want to roll my eyes. She knew how to play her part well.

“Looks like you’re drinking away some troubles, how about I cover these for you and your friend?” Steve offered, those dark eyes flicking to me and giving me a once over.

“Oh, she doesn’t work here, sweetie,” Noms said as she playfully batted his arm.

How could anyone think I worked here in my jeans, boots, and black wife beater? In a bar, maybe, but not this place where even the two waitresses were done up like pornstars. Yes, the club even served food alongside their girls. They were catering to a higher class of men.

“That’s fine, I just want your company, Nommy,” Steve said as he touched her hand on his shoulder, lifting it to his lips to kiss it.

Ugh, men.

He had to be one of her regulars. He belonged in a corporate world, his graying hair slicked back, his matching beard trimmed and on point, and the navy suit tailored to fit him perfectly. His entire appearance oozed money. Noms wouldn’t have minded the fact he was a few decades older, not with whatever he was paying her, and he wasn’t a bad-looking guy.

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