"Mr?" Winn asked.
"You can call me Kelvin, sir." The manager's throat moved as he swallowed, tugging at the bow tie suddenly choking him.
"Kelvin…" Winn leaned forward. "I'm a man who knows what he wants. Goes after what he wants. And gets what he wants. So let's cut the games. How much to get her here?"
Kelvin's Adam's apple bobbed again, betraying his nerves. "Sir, I really… can't. The best we do is encourage her to come back for a repeat performance. Two of the patrons already paid for another fifteen minutes."
"She's not going back up there. Twenty thousand dollars. And all she has to do is come here."
Kelvin's breath hitched, the corners of his composure unraveling. Twenty thousand for a lap dance?
"I… will see what I can do, sir."
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"Girl, you were fire!" Trish sang the moment Ivy stepped in the dressing room. "Did you see them drooling?!"
Ivy laughed. The image of all those men staring at her body with hungry eyes made her skin crawl though.
