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    “Hi, honey.  What’s your name?”  He's just a man , she told herself, as she walked over and sat in his lap.
    He shifted under her weight.  “Uri,” he said, clearly uncomfortable. 
    “You new here?  You don’t seem like the type that comes to this sort of place.”
              He looked at her, his blue eyes searching hers, seemingly full of questions.
    “It’s been awhile.”  He conceded.
    “It’s twenty-five dollars a song.”  She ran her hand up his chest, feeling hard planes of sinewy muscles under his tee shirt.  A current ran up her elbow at the feel of him under her hands, and the white-hot heat intensified in her belly, leaving her breathless.
    He reached into his back pocket, withdrawing a new-looking leather billfold and extracted three one-hundred dollar bills, holding them out to her , his gaze holding her captive.
    Her eyes widened, “This must be my night.”  She looked back at his face, after slipping the money into her g-string under her feathered dressing robe.  “I might even throw in a free song with all this.”  She grinned at him wickedly.  His eyes still searched hers. 
    Heather realized there would be no play-acting with this guy.  He was turning her on, just by sitting there.  She stood and spread his legs wide, running her splayed fingers up his thighs, so she was standing in between his knees.  Her body began writhing to the rhythm of the song that was playing, and she bunched her dressing gown in her fingers as she ran her hands up her body, pulling the gauzy fabric tight against her breasts.
    His hand reached out and grabbed hers, stopping their movement, sending the current arci ng through her body at the skin-on-skin contact.
    “Um…Can we just talk?”
    Not unheard of.  Lots of guys got nervous with the one-on-one stuff.
    “Sure.  Where you from?”
    “Not about me, yet.  Can we talk about you?”
    This was not a problem, as small talk was actually one of her favorite parts about the job.  It humanized the clients, and made her feel less objectified.
    “Sure.  What do you want to know?”
    “How long have you…worked here?”  He seemed relieved that they were talking but also uncomfortable at the same time.  It was cute.
    She sat back down in his lap, since there weren’t any other chairs in the room, but she tried to limit the contact of their bodies, since he seemed uncomfortable.  And the scorching heat in her belly intensified when she touched him. 
    “Eight years.”  She inhaled deeply, smelling the scent of him.  He smelled like something spicy and sweet like cloves or nutmeg, but not quite.  She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it made her feel warm all over.
    His eyes widened in surprise.  “Is it that good of a job?”
    “Yes, it is.  I started out here, trying to pay my way through college, but I realized that what I wanted to do wouldn’t pay as much as this place did.  And the benefits are good.”
    “Benefits?”
    “Yeah.  I ge t to be beautiful and meet gorgeous guys all the time.  What more could a girl want?”  She threw him a flirtatious wink.  She was totally lying.  Most of the men that came in this place were far from gorgeous, but this one was sure pretty to look at.
    He smiled a cautious smile, and Heather felt a little trepidation, wondering where he was going.  “What about when you get older?  What other skills do you have to support yourself?”
    She shrugged.  Yep, this guy was turning into a downer.  “I’ll worry about that when I get there.  Why worry about what’s out of your hands?”
    “I agree with that, but it seems like your future is in nobody’s hands but your own, and God’s.”  He added that last part hesitantly, as if afraid of her reaction.
    She was wary.  He wouldn’t be the first man to take her into the back room and preach to her about God.  Most of those guys lectured her because they felt guilty for being here, and this guy didn't