Chapter 29: How Much Honesty is Worth, Part 2

They were hundreds. He hadn't given me ten twenty-dollar bills; he had given me hundreds.

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck…

A thousand dollars was one month's rent. A thousand dollars was 1/30th of my undergraduate loans. A thousand dollars was food and bills for an entire month. One thousand reasons to say nothing and walk back upstairs and revel in the biggest payday of my life.

You're in the hustling game now, and this is what it means to hustle, whispered evil Ariel.

I started to walk up the stairs to the dressing room. I had every intention to put it immediately in my wallet under lock and key in my locker.

He probably won't even notice it's gone. He probably has so much money and cash that he won't even notice the difference. Every single other person in here would just take the money and not say a word. God, evil Ariel sounded so sexy.

I gave a deep inward groan, because I knew what I had to do.

Not today, bitch, I retorted.

"Hey Cynthia!" I rushed back down the steps and over to