Zoey teetered in stilettos behind the hostess railing, advertising her availability. Bartender Barry announced last call. Damn! She’d hoped for another customer.
On the dance floor, money exchanged hands before couples returned to swaying, grinding. Zoey forced a smile and scanned the room. One man slumped over his d…
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