"Ah , Mamacita come shake that ass towards me." I ’m tired of this place but this job pay's well, she thought. "Oh , Papi are you talking to me." She stared at him moving her eyes over the wondering drifter his Gucci belt glistening from the disco ball. Swaying her hips from side to side. She grazed his knee a little making sure not touch all of him but give him a taste of her seductive touch. His ring flickered under the disco ball like a siren of warning, her body stopped with revulsion a second went by wishing his wife would show up, most likely his wife knew where he was; they always did. She turned towards him the money in his hand capturing her attention; beckoning her. She climbed on top of the Jack Daniels drifter feeling relief the dark place hid her disgust. The tiny,...