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Erika straddled Drew’s waist, rubbing her hands together quickly to warm them before tugging the other woman’s shirt up. “I know. It was my lesbian forearm strength that attracted you in the first place. That or my never ending supply of weed!” She laughed softly, beginning to knead the base of Drew’s spine slowly. If there was one thing the former ballet dancer was good at, it was giving a massage. Feet were her specialty of course. But backs were a close runner up. And if it got her a chance to touch her lovely girlfriends skin all the better! “I don’t want to turn into something you’d see on a CW show though. No weird throne chair behind a desk, no wall of windows. If you plan on turning me into a kingpin it had better be discrete.”

Drew rolled her eyes playfully. “Definitely the lesbian forearm strength,” she murmured, letting out a soft groan as Erika began to massage her, “But the weed probably helped too.” Drew took another drag of the spliff, blowing out puffs of smoke. “No throne chair? Dammit, I’ve already ordered one,” she teased, glancing back at Erika with a smile, “But I guess I can pass on the wall of windows. I need a certain amount of privacy.”

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Regina turned around, blew out a puff from her cigarette and then set it down into a nearby cup.  She shrugged and pressed her lips together.  “Helps?  You act like strutting before those flirty eye googlers is the best thing in the world.  I could make three times the amount…in fact most of the time..I do.”  Regina glanced down at the money and then reached out, taking it off of the counter.  “Reconsider…your career path, dear…You…are for my eyes…only…”  She wasn’t being cruel, but she was a little possessive.

Drew ground her teeth together. “I’ve no qualifications and no one to give me references, Regina,” she snapped, “No shitty retail job is going to pay half as much as I make a night.” Drew turned away from Regina to fill the kettle with water before turning it on. “It’s not like I’m letting them touch me. A bit of a pole dance, maybe a lap dance and bam, five hundred dollars in my pocket,” she added, snatching a cup from the cupboard.

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“You might have said it a time or two.” Erika still hadn’t echoed the affectionate sentiment back to Drew. They lived together, had been dating for close to a year, but somehow she still felt like keeping a bit of distance was best. The fact that she hadn’t said the L word was another source of contention between the women. But that was something for another day. “This place isn’t that bad, Drew. It could be a basement apartment like some places in the city.” She packed the bowl carefully before handing it up to her girl. “Lay on your stomach and smoke. I’ll rub your back. Once I’ve got all the kinks out you’ll be so stoned you won’t mind sharing.” She grinned, giving Drew’s dark hair a gentle tug.

Drew had taken it upon herself to ignore the fact that Erika never told her she loved her. But she couldn’t deny that it didn’t sting just a little. It often made Drew worry, a little too much in her opinion. Did Erika love her too? “I know but we can do better. Somewhere with a nice view,” Drew replied, taking the spliff from Erika. She pulled her lighter from her pocket and lit the spliff, taking a drag. “You’re the best,” she said, smiling at her before lying down on her stomach.

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She chuckled low in her throat, grinning at the soft kiss. “It could definitely be a back massage if that’s what you want. I already ordered some pizza. It should be here soon.” Erika reached up to brush the back of her hand along Drew’s cheek. They weren’t the most compatible couple but somehow they made it through. Erika knew she could get overly jealous and her yelling fits were the stuff of legend. But Drew had brought a joy to her life that no one else had before. She stole another kiss before popping open her smoke box. “This new crop is supposed to be amazing. Flea wouldn’t stop raving about it. Might be able to charge an extra $20.”

Drew grinned. “I would love a back massage from my gorgeous girlfriend. And you ordered pizza? Did I mention that I love you?” she said teasingly, resting her chin on the top of Erika’s head. Drew, despite being opinionated and generally bratty, had her soft side but Erika was the only one who really ever saw it. She couldn’t afford to muck up her bitchy reputation. “The more money the better. Maybe we can finally move out of this shithole.”

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“I thought we’d go to the store together in the morning.” She bit her tongue once she saw the way Drew’s shoulders knotted in anger. This was not the time to indulge in an argument. Erika set her scissors aside, reaching up to push her hands through the dark mass of her hair. “Do you want to smoke? It might help you figure out some of this tension you’ve got going on.” She waved vaguely at her girlfriends sprawling form. “Or I can think of another way to help you relax.” Erika tossed Drew a cheeky wink as she got up from the table. It took her a moment to gather her smoke box before sitting on the floor of the living room with her back to the couch.

Drew hummed in approval as Erika suggested smoking. “I’m not tense. I’m hungry. There’s a difference,” she replied, lifting her head a little so she could get a good look at her. Her eyes lazily trailed over her girlfriend’s body, taking in all of her details. Drew rolled her eyes playfully when Erika winked and straightened up, raising an eyebrow. “Does that other way involve a back massage?” she teased, leaning over the edge of the couch so she could place a kiss on Erika’s cheek. 

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Erika glanced at the bills spilling out of the envelope before turning her attention back to clipping coupons. “I’m not fucking fighting with you about this again. You’re a big girl, Drew. I don’t own you. You can do whatever the hell you want, just like I don’t have to like it.” The brunette frowned a little, pausing to pop her neck. This was one topic they had both screamed and fought and yelled over. She was tired of the drama. “It helps. Yes. Now that I’ve said what you want to hear are you planning on taking the money to the bank or are we going to pay the electric bill in ones and fives?”

Drew’s jaw tightened and she folded her arms. She ground her teeth but decided not to get into it with Erika, it had been in a long night and she wasn’t prepared for a screaming match. Drew snatched the money up off of the table and shoved the envelope into her bag. “I’ll do it in the morning,” she said snappily, pulling her jacket off and tossing it aside. Drew walked towards the fridge and yanked it open, letting out a sigh once she realized it was almost empty. “We need to go grocery shopping,” she said, pushing the door closed and dropping down onto the couch.