He raises a brow, surprised at my desperation. He shouldn’t be; he knows what my life is like. This isn’t the first time I’ve come here to have a private meltdown.
I shake my head, bringing the drink to my lips to take a sip. He makes them strong, and I appreciate it. It’s why I come to this bar when I need something to take the edge off. He at least makes the drinks worth the cost, which then hinders the guilt… until I wake up tomorrow, hung over and miserable because we have even less money than we did before and it’s all my fault because I should have sucked it up and stole a bottle from the neighbor instead.
“I…” He begins, then shakes his head, rapping his knuckles on the counter. “Never mind.”
I cock my head to the side. “What? You know something?”
“No.”
“You’re lying.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Oh, it’s something. Spill. Please, Jasper. I’m desperate,” I whine, pouting my lips to hopefully make him feel bad for me.
He shakes his head again, walking away. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can! Come on. I’m begging you,” I plead, standing up from my stool and leaning over the counter to watch him walk away.
He stops, his head falling back. He turns on his heel, and comes back in front of me, lowering his voice. “Fine, but it’s no guarantee.”
“I will try anything. I’m working twenty hours a week because they won’t give me more, and I’ve been filling out applications daily. Cammy has been working her ass off too, and it’s still not enough.”
It never is.
With a huff, he looks around then lowers his voice. “You know Dark Rose?”
I rear back, plopping onto the stool. “The sex club?”
He looks around, lowering his voice even more. “Yes.”
“Uh, yeah?”
“I was there a few days ago, for fetish night.” Well, that’s a surprise. Didn’t get those vibes from him. Like, at all. “Therewas a guy there. He gave me his card, said he wanted me to call him, but I wasn’t interested.”
“Okay?” I say, not understanding what he’s getting at.
“Maybeif you go there, run into thesameguy I did, he may offer you thesamething.”
I blink a few times, going over the words he spoke again… same guy, same thing?
“What did he offer?” I ask.
My interest is peaked.
He sighs, eyes falling closed. “You’ll have to see for yourself.”
He pushes off the table to leave again.
“Wait!” I say too loudly, causing a few people to look at us.
“What?” he growls, coming back in front of me.
“How will I know who he is?”
I’m desperate. So desperate, that going to the kinkiest sex club in a hundred mile radius sounds great. Though, no, it doesn’t. But… if this could get me money? Maybe it’ll help not only with Chrissy’s meds but the rent and other bills. Or maybe it’ll be enough to finally get our own place, so we don’t have to deal with Mom anymore. It’s possible if we pay her off, she’ll let us take Chrissy…
I don’t know what this guy would want me to do for money, but I’ve already considered prostitution. My morals went out the window years ago. I just want to take care of my family and stop struggling.