Gotta keep working...

"Sorry, Denny. My stage set is coming up. Gotta keep hustling."
Denny smiled. "You always were a hustler, baby." He wrote down his number on a twenty and slipped it into her g-string. "Call me sometime. Rain check."
Beth made her way back to check her makeup and put on her cheerleader skirt for her stage set. While she did, she wondered idly why she hadn't mentioned, the entire time they had talked, that she was engaged. It couldn't possibly be that you miss Denny, miss his energy and drive and attitude. And his dick. Don't forget his dick. Denny and Brian were comparable in that department, when it came to size, but Denny had been a fair bit better at using it to great effect. Despite the ****, the fights, and his temper, she had never gone without an orgasm when she needed one.
She did her stage set, and was pleased to see Denny on the rail. He must have really missed me. "Bailey" usually had a few dedicated fans, but Denny priced them all out to monopolize her attention. He was well on his way to giving her a very good night. When she returned to the floor, he was gone, but Kelly the bartender told her "goodbye" from him.
"Yeah he got a call, looked kind of serious. Then he told me to tell you to call him." Kelly knew nothing of her private life. She didn't even know Beth's real name. "He's a cutie, Bailey. You two used to date?"
"Yeah."
"Well, if you aren't interested anymore, do you mind if I?" Kelly was a low key slut, but a lovable one.
"Never change, Kelly." Beth shook her head. The club was starting to thin out, so she decided to call it. It was only 1:03, but Denny had helped put her over the top. As she dressed, she stared at the twenty dollar bill with Denny's number on it for a few minutes, before entering it into her phone, under "Kelly."
No sense in being careless.
She drove home.