A Sexual Fantasy. This was the last thing I needed. It had been a long night at the Diamond Cabaret, the topless bar I had called home for the past two years. The place had been dead that night, and what few customers we had weren't tipping.
Rainy nights are notoriously slow.
When it snows people come out in droves, but when it rains we end up dancing for each other. Reluctantly I opened the car door and surveyed the damage. I consider myself to be a fairly independent woman, but tire changing has never been my forte . Thankfully, I thought, I have a cell phone. I could call the motor club and within an hour my tire would be fixed.