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window, she took in his words. Looking over at her briefly , he sighed disappointed in himself. The tension in the car was now high and he felt like a complete asshole. He didn’t mean to let his frustration bubble up and erupt like that.
    “I’m sorry.” He said seriously. “I didn’t mean any of that.”
    “It’s fine.” She shrugged.
    “No, it’s not. I’m a total asshole.” He retorted reaching over and touching her hand so she would look at him.
    Looking over, she stared at his profile, as he turned onto the street where she worked. She smiled as she looked down at his hand touching hers before he removed it. She wasn’t used to getting apologies. Especially ones like that.
    “ Forgive me?” he smiled looking at her briefly as they pulled up to the club. He parked in the parking lot and cut off the car.
    She nodded , as he pulled off his jacket.
    “You can borrow this , until you get a new coat with the money you got from me.” He smiled teasing her.
    She smiled slightly , as she took the coat.
    “Thanks, and to set the record straight you’re not an asshole. I get that you want what’s best for me, but I’m not a little girl.” She insisted.
    “I am sorry.” He replied, staring her into her big brown eyes.
    He really felt awful about the nasty things she said to her. She didn’t deserve to be insulted like that.
    “It’s fine.” She smiled brightly. “I already know how most people think about the line of work I’m in. The only thing that kills me is that they don’t care about what’s up here.” She said pointing to her head. 
    “But as you said, who wants to respect anyone stripping for drunken men. Thanks for the ride.” She said kissing his cheek. “Good night.”
    With that, she slipped from the car and wrapped the coat around her before bolting into the back entrance of the club. Mitchell sat, still feeling horrible about what he had said to her. Looking at his watch, he saw that he still had a little time before he needed to be at the restaurant. Turning off the car, he hopped out and slunk inside the club.

    Nevaeh hustled into the locker room and stopped at her locker. An older stripper with blonde hair shook her head as Nevaeh passed her. She was applying red lipstick to her already ruby red lips. She went by the name “Honey” because of her hair color.
    “Jimmy doesn’t like it when we’re late.” She barked.
    “I got the memo yesterday when he hired me.” Nevaeh said opening her locker.
    Sitting the duffle bag on the bench in front of her, she unzipped it and pulled out her skimpy outfit. It was an angel getup. Taking her shirt off, she tossed it in the bag before unhooking her bra. She grabbed the silver corset top that went with her outfit and threw it on. It had black fluffy feathers surrounding the top. It was definitely a stripper’s outfit.
    “Who gave you this?” Honey asked , picking up the leather jacket Mitchell had given her.
    “A friend.” Nevaeh smiled brightly as she rolled on her fishnet stocking knee highs.
    “Must be some rich friend.” Honey replied, feeling the material and studying it. “It’s real leather.”
    “I noticed.” Nevaeh chuckled as she slid on the barely there G-string and black tutu skirt.
    “Whoever he is, he smells good. And definitely has great taste, u nlike the cheap bastards that roll in here.” She replied as they both erupted into laughter.
    “Where are you supposed to be?” Jimmy snapped , walking into the dressing room.
    “Going out there right now.” Honey replied, dropping the jacket to the bench.
    Nevaeh picked the jacket up and shoved it into her locker before jamming the bag into the bottom. Closing the locker, she hustled over to the mirror and let her hair down. Grabbing the brush, s he started to primp herself as Jimmy eyed her briefly. Jimmy had on a white button shirt with a grey sweater on top, with black dress pants. His skin was mocha, and his black hair was cut low. He was the type of guy