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I came back on Friday. Paid my twenty quid cover, sat at the edge of the stage and waited.
Scarlett saw me from across the room and her face lit up. She walked straight over, ignoring a man who was waving a fifty at her.
“You came.”
“You said pay like everybody else. Here I am. Everybody else.”
“I passed,” she said, before I could ask. “The exam. Distinction.” She took my hand. “VIP. Now. My treat.”
In the booth she pulled the curtain, sat me down and climbed into my lap, and the first thing she did was put my hands on her hips herself.
“Dez is on his break,” she whispered.
She was wearing green lace this time. She danced for exactly one song. Then she was kissing me, and I was pulling the lace aside, and she was unzipping me with that same practised hand, and the dance turned into something no menu covered. She rolled a condom on me, sank down slowly, biting her lip to keep quiet, and rode me with her hand over my mouth while the bass thumped through the wall. When she came she buried her face in my neck and shook. I came holding her hips tight, both of us trying not to laugh.
“That’s definitely against the rules,” I said.
“I’m nearly a nurse,” Bryony said, straightening her lace. “I prescribed it.” She kissed me. “Pick me up at two. You’re staying at mine. Four years of this and three of studying, and I want a boyfriend with a sad kettle story.”
I picked her up at two.
Ending 10 of 25: Exam Results. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.