CASSIAN
Loud music.
Collar shirt unbuttoned enough to reveal the gold necklace there.
Hair messy. Lips thin. I did not even have to try to look criminally hot.
When I wanted to look official for the day, the suits hugged me like a second skin.
And at night when I had to show the city of Lake Como who was boss, even the vintage kissed me well.
Everything loved me.
I was too hot not for it not to happen. Even the shirts and cameras loved me.
Different ladies with fine behinds that needed to be tapped danced in front of me.
None made a move to come close. They knew better.
They came only when I called for them.
Tonight I wasn't calling for any. I wanted just one woman. Or maybe a girl with the body of a grown woman and a red-hair to top it all.
I stood in the VIP area of SG stripclubs. It couldn't gather the crowd we did in any of our stripclubs across Lake Como.
But they were surviving.
I held a drink in hand, watching the bodied of the women move and whine.
