Page 146 of Perfume Girl
“Nothing.”
“You smell great.”
She licked her lips suggestively.
“There’s something I would like you to do for me.” I grinned.
She smiled. “Of course there is.”
“Would you mind if I—” I reached into my jacket pocket and lifted out the bottle Penelope had given me. “May I?”
She leaned back suspiciously. “What is it?”
“Sniff.” I held it up to her nose.
“Perfume?”
“Yes. It’s something special I’m working on. Wear it and you’ll double your tips tonight. It’s that good.”
She leaned back and pushed her breasts up to me in way of an invite.
I wet the end of my finger with the liquid and dabbed it on Tiffany’s throat. Then I placed the scent beneath her armpits and streaked it across her belly. She grabbed my hand and made sure my fingertip found her erect nipples.
“That feels so good.” She moaned. “God, it smells divine.”
Her reaction made me feel a stab of guilt. This was ridiculous—Raquel and I were over and yet I felt this was betrayal in its rawest form.
“What now?” she mouthed.
“I need you to give the best lap dance of your life.”
She smiled seductively. “I can do that.”
“Good.” I eased her off my lap and stood.
“Where are you going?”
“You do women, I take it?”
“Of course.”
She accepted the hundred dollar bills I handed her and scrunched them into her palm.
“I’m a perfumer and this is part of my process.”For this, anyway.
“But…what about you?”
“I’m leaving. Don’t mention the perfume to my sister. If she asks its name tell her you can’t remember. Tell her you bought it at Walgreens. Then change the subject.”
“That’s kind of weird.”
“Five hundred dollars worth of weird. Are we on?”
“Hell, you’ve made my job easy.”
“Then we’re both happy.” I gave her a slight bow. “When’s your next shift?”
“Tomorrow at noon. Why?”
