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Too bad he’s a guest here Completely off limits

He stopped in front of the stage and sat down in an empty seat

I continued to dance and dohim

It was odd to care about one nored the guests But tonight was a weird evening

For exao off with him I’d explained several times that I wasn’t a prostitute and there were plenty of the to please

Still, he hadn’t let up

“Yes!” The creepy guy slung twenty dollar bills at my feet “Co”

What now?

Stifling my annoyance, I turned away from the mysterious man and plastered a fake smile on my face The music shifted to a more upbeat tune I spun around and moved over to Mr Creepy

“Yes There you go” He wagged bills in the air “Come over and talk to me for a little bit”

Mr Creepy peeled off a twenty and held it out as if I was going to juet it

Sweetie, I don’t need it that bad

My boss, Blake Meade, paid me well

I’d been a ballet dancer long ago, perfores A fractured tibia ended my career I couldn’t ithout a liain

The only proble girls game All theater doors shut when they saw me approach

When Mr Meade foundposition He’d been a fan froh-roller roo happened There, I was not only expected to dance, but I was supposed to keep ht there was anything odd happening, I was to tell the nearest guard

“Please” Mr Creepy waved me over “Just a little talk Surely, you’re tired and need a rest”

I lowered and sat down Meanwhile, other dancers swayed and turned all over the stage

Mr Creepy placed the twenty on the ground next to e them”

“They’re fine I’ in heels”

“Can I take off your shoes?”

I quirked my brows “Why?”

“Your feet are so beautiful” He aze to them “Such a lovely color of red on your toes I won’t even need to paint them later”

I leaned away “Paint them later? What?”

He extended his hands “Do you mind, if I help you out of your shoes?”

“I’”

“Wait!” Mr Creepy rushed his hands into his suit pocket and pulled out tons of bills “I have more money”