"Remember what I said about the curtain," the girl said, "Unless you're one of those girls," she sneered.
Amanda ignored her, writing her off as a flake. The curtain was gold, and gold was always good, right? It was probably where the V.I.P.'s hung out. The real money.
Without acknowledging the girl she walked away, slithering her way through the crowd in her naughty schoolgirl outfit.
The guys were glad to see her while the girls glared. Fresh pretty meat to steal their business, they all thought.
"Hey sweet thing, how about a lap dance?" some fat fart said, holding up twenty bucks. She looked at him in disgust, but plucked the money away from him.
"No thanks," she said. He couldn't object if she were polite, right?
"Hey!" he called out as she wandered off with his money. Several more guys offered her money, holding it out to her as she passed, and each time she took it, wandering closer and closer to that enticing curtain of gold.
Men looked with eagerness as she approached, holding out money, and eyed her with anger as she passed, their money in her hands. Making money in this place is easy, she thought to herself, oblivious to them.
She paused at the curtain.
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