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“Who’s ready for another round?” I called across the crowded bar, waving a large bottle of reposado tequila toward the patrons with a wink. I received a few ‘whoop’s’ and nods and after I had poured another 12 shots I returned with a $50 bill between my now sweating breasts, placed there ever so generously by Tommy along with his business card, to stand beside Suzy who was adding drinks to a tab.
“Seriously, the ad must have worked. I cannot believe how many new faces I’m seeing here tonight.”
Suzy was right. The place was buzzing with the energy of new visitors to the club and I hoped it meant that plenty of them would be signing up for membership. I knew that once a lot of these people got a taste of what the club had to offer they would have a hard time not returning to scratch the
