For some reason he seemed easy to talk to “Angel.”
He nodded “and that guy?”
Her eyes narrowed more “Rich.”
“He your pimp?”
Now he was getting too personal. She growled, stomping the heel of her combat boot on his foot. Xxnx He wore a black tshirt and dark jeans. The night was slow, but Angel knew that making eye contact with the men, and holding their gaze would draw them in and they would pay more. “Here” he tossed her a bag, making her jump a bit. He tugged on her shorts, trying to pull them down. He was bald, but had a trimmed and short mustache and beard that seemed more like controlled stubble. “Heavens.”
Heavens were the upper floors of the clubs where the owners of the clubs and the owners of the girls usually stayed.
