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“Why isn’t she at Devil’s Dungeon?” I asked. It was rare Hunter sent entertainment here. They usually only helped out with bar staff or security.

“Lexi had a girl quit right at happy hour. Hunter asked Penny to help out, so she did. If you’re bringing that bat in here, you know the rules. Not bar fights,” Angel warned, shooing us away to serve other customers.

I dropped down into a booth in the corner, keeping Penny in my sights as Turbo slid into the seat opposite me with a big grin.

“From the way you’re watching her, I can only assume she makes you come hard?”

I smirked, turning my attention to him. “She’s pretty good.”

“I didn’t think you had regulars.”

“If they keep it casual, I don’t have a problem with seconds or thirds. Penny likes to fuck, and she doesn’t like strings attached. It works well for both of us,” I explained, pushing a shot towards him. “Bottoms up.”

“I don’t like tequila.” He scowled but he picked it up anyway. “No lemon or salt? Are you a fucking psychopath?”

“Yes.” I grinned, downing my shot without hesitation and savoring the burn it left down my throat. “Don’t be a pussy.”

He grimaced but did as he was told, making me chuckle as he screwed up his face. “That’s nasty.”

“Shut up and drink your scotch, fancy-pants.” Grabbing my vodka, I let out a laugh and took a large mouthful, the burn intensifying.

“You got a dancer to recommend?” he asked as he sipped his drink and glanced around. “I don’t come in here much.”

“It depends who’s working.” I shrugged, scanning the room until my eyes landed on Peaches. The girl looked sweet, but she was ridiculously kinky behind closed doors. She’d let you do almost anything to her.

She caught my gaze and I curled my fingers to motion her over, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she started towards me. Turbo snorted, giving me a weird look. “That one? She looks…”

“Trust me, she’s not sweet. I know most of the dancers and sex workers in this town. Peaches? She’s in my top three. You want to fist-fuck her? Have a gangbang? Maybe you like hot wax? She’s your girl. Hell, if you want her to put her fist upyourass, she’d do it without question.” I’d heard some stories, and she was definitely worth the money.

I shuffled to the edge of my seat and took Peaches’ hand once she joined us. She instantly perched her perky ass on my lap, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Hey, baby. I haven’t seen you in a while.” She smiled at me before glancing at Turbo. “New friend?”

I took her hand to stop her playing with my hair and raised an eyebrow. “You miss me?”

“Of course. I have a feeling you’re not wanting my services yourself tonight,” she said lightly, not taking offense to me pushing her hand away.

“Sorry, babe. This is my friend, and he asked for a recommendation from me. Can you look after him for me?” I murmured in her ear, not understanding why my body didn’t react to her like it usually did. She always got me hot for her, but not today.

It seemed no one did anything for me since I’d gotten my hands on Luna.

“Are we talking the whole deal? Or just a dance?” she asked, but Turbo interrupted.

“Just a dance, babe. I’ll pay you for both though.”

That surprised me, but I didn’t voice it.

She kissed my cheek before climbing off my lap to straddle his instead, and I wasn’t surprised when Penny made her way over a few minutes later. She was giving me a naughty smile, her hips swaying in their usual tempting motion, but she was going to be sadly mistaken if she thought she was getting fucked in the dressing room.

“Did you know I was here?” she asked, sliding onto my lap like she always did. Turbo seemed amused by her boldness, but he kept his attention on Peaches who was rolling her body against him, encouraging his hands to move to her waist.

If he didn’t fuck her before we left, he had to be gay. Peaches had talent.

“I’m not here to play tonight, babe. Sorry,” I answered, running my arms around her. She was sweaty from her dance, but I didn’t mind. If someone thought sweat was gross, they were obviously having the wrong kind of sex. If the bed wasn’t soaked by the time you were done, you didn’t do it right.

Penny pouted, her lips grazing my cheek as she spoke in my ear. “I’m feeling needy. It won’t take long.”

“I’m not in the mood.”