Odd

I was so irritated, I was surprised there wasn’t smoke coming out of my nose. Char was probably the hardest person to talk to. Even with all of the customer service experience I had under my belt, one sentence out of her mouth had me ready to tie my hair back and ask her to meet me outside. Taking a deep breath, I ask Randy for another shot. I can feel Char’s gaze on the side of my face, but I really don’t care. The bartender, makes me another set and I down it so fast, my belly warms.

I glared at her before turning on my heel without another word and make my way toward the VIP rooms. I pass by one of the girls on her hands, while a client hods her thighs while she grinds her pussy in his face. When I’m this irritated, I think of Chance. It was easy with him, I could unleash all of this pent up frustration, and he’d be a good boy for me. How the hell was I going to do this with Shane? Goosebumps broke out along my arms at just th