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He might as well give me a key at this point with how often I stay later than him and close-up. But he is not a very trusting man. I think him giving me his keys to let me stay late most nights is the most trust he gives anyone at this point.

“Nah, I’m going to head out with you. Give me five minutes to grab my stuff. I have to get to the bar in an hour.” Just enough time to get out of here, get to the bar, shower in the back room, and get out on the floor to stock everything and get ready for the night.

It should be a slow night, hopefully. Middle of the week,and not a fight night. I’m not too worried about it.

Grabbing my stuff, I wipe off, and sanitize the bags and all the other equipment I used. Normally, I would do it after each set, but I was the only one in here today so I saved it until the end. I run after him out the door and help him lock up.

Walking into the bar, I notice music coming from upstairs. During work hours you can’t hear Olive up there working away, but when it’s quiet, and I’m alone in the bar I get to listen to her shuffling around, dancing is what it sounds like a lot of the time.

Hell, I even get to hear the buzz of her vibrator quite often. It’s awesome when that happens. Not only did I get to subscribe to her before she shut her page down, but I got to hear when she was making content. Now she doesn’t do it as often, but I still get those quiet moments now and then to sit and listen to her pleasure herself.

I rub the outside of my jeans feeling the growing bulge. She gets to stay a fun fantasy. She can’t handle my lifestyle, so there isn’t any point in even trying with her. Plus, she has that cop boyfriend.

Lucky bastard.

I leave the music off in the bar until I have to turn it on. I run this place, so I decide when to turn it on, and when to have it off and just be able to listen to the little demon upstairs.

‘Little Demon’ is what I called her when she was a cam girl.

She used to make custom content for me without ever knowing it was me. I would video chat with her, $200 every fifteen minutes but fuck it was worth it. I would always wear a red-horned mask, and she would wear red for me. Once I became a regular, she started calling me Devil, and so she became my little demon during my uninterrupted time with her. She won’t ever know it was me, but I get to have those memories locked in my spank bank forever.

The music from upstairs turns off, and I hear her heading for the door. The living arrangement for her up there is a pretty great one honestly. I could rent it out to someone for triple what I rent it out to her for. When I bought the building from my old biker buddy, she was already living above the bar, and after seeing her I decided I would rather have her up there than rent it to someone who would pay the right amount for it.

Plus, I like being able to know her comings and goings, is it a little stalkerish?

Maybe. But I’m willing to live with that.

Being in Vegas you never really know what the night is going to bring, so I stock up the way I do every night. We could have a nice quiet night filled with locals, which is what we normally get during the week. Or we could randomly have a bachelor party come in here, or a couple eloping bringing their friends to the dive bar away from the strip for good booze.

Who knows.

Better to be prepared for anything than not plan for it. When I hear the door jingle I look up and see Olive walking in.

“Hey, you know we aren’t open yet. What are you doing here?” I give her a smirk, she knows she is always welcome here. Hell, she has a key to the place.

“And you know I don’t care. It’s been a rough freaking day. Can I have two shots, and a tequila sour - extra sour?” She sits at the bar and puts her head in her hands as she rubs her temples.

“So, your regular with extra tequila, got it. What’s up, buttercup? What’s going on?” I ask as I start making her drink.

I don’t know why she even orders, she gets the same thing every single night. Tequila sour, extra sour. The extra shots are new for her, but she is a tequila girl, so it isn’t surprising.

“So you know how I used to have my OF page?” She starts, sliding her head until her forehead is resting on the bar, and her arms are wrapping around her, muffling her voice. “Someone hacked it and reactivated it, and then posted everywhere that I was back. So I woke up to Janice telling me how hot these new pictures I posted were, and five hundred new subscribers, on something I didn’t reactivate, with photos I didn’t take.”

Woah, what the fuck, time to be the helpful friend. But also, mental note, go subscribe immediately so I can see my little demon in action again. I’ve waited not so patiently for this.

“Woah Olive, I’m so sorry. Did they take the money from the subscribers too?” I put on my most concerned face.

Her subscription price wasn’t one of the cheap ones. She has a large following, and she charged for it so ifthey got her back up to five hundred subs, that would be a lot of money in someone else’s pocket.

Not anywhere as many as she used to have, her follower count got up to the thousands at one point. She put on an amazing show for that celebration. I’ll never forget that one, every hole was stuffed full. I drool thinking about it still.

“No that’s just it, all the money is still set up to come to my account, and the photos they posted are hot as fuck, but I didn’t take them, and they were clearly taken from outside my window.”

Woah, full stop.

What the fuck. The building upstairs has windows on two whole sides of it. It’s a panorama view and stunning, but there is no access to that point at all. No stairs or ladders anywhere near those windows, trust me. I’ve looked. And the closest building high enough to see through those windows is over four blocks away, so it’s not like you can get a good view.

“Wow, okay. Now you have my full undivided attention. Do you have a stalker, Olive? Where is Jayce? Can he come to stay with you?” Putting the shots in front of her, I add a third shot for myself. She takes it, we cheers, hit the glass on the counter, and take our shot.Without even a moment’s hesitation, she takes the second one then licks the salt she poured on her hand and lays her head back down on the bar.

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