Hunger (Chicken Ranch Gentlemen's Club Book 1) by Amanda Young Read Free Book Online

opinion, sweetcheeks. And you know what people say about opinions, don't you?"
    Colt laughed. "Oh yeah. Everyone has one, and they're all full of shit."
    "Exactly," Grey said, talking right over Ricky's weak "fuck you." "I don't know what's not to like about this job. Personally, I get off as many times a night as I can, and I get paid for the pleasure of fucking as many tight asses as I can. It doesn't get much better than that."
    "Hey," Declan interrupted before the men got into full mode with the arguing. "I just wanted to say I'm leaving, guys. I'll talk to you all in a few days."
    He waved and quickly left the room before anyone could ask what he thought. Although things had gotten easier for him, he highly doubted he would ever be in love with selling his body to pay the bills. It was a means to an end and nothing more, just like Ricky had said. While he didn't always see eye to eye with the other man, they did have common feelings about selling their asses. Some people just weren't cut out for the business, even if life and circumstances forced them into it.
    Declan crossed the gravel parking lot and got into his car. The door creaked, in need of a good oiling, as he slammed it shut. He'd have to try and remember to spray some more WD-40 in the hinges when he got home. With a little luck, he'd still have a can or two at the apartment. He could put it to use after he took a much-needed nap.
    By noon, Declan had given up sleep and lounging around his nearly bare apartment. There was nothing to do within the four walls he called home except sleep or jack off, and his body wasn't interested in either. What it wanted was food.
    Since he'd eaten the junk food he'd bought during his last work break, and the minifridge that doubled as a nightstand was empty, he was forced to go out and visit the most despised grocery store. If he wanted to make it anywhere, he needed to fill up the tank on his gas-guzzler first. As far as he was concerned, the only thing worse than spending his hard-earned money on food was blowing it on gas. If fuel went much higher, he was going to be traveling on his feet again.
    At the last minute, Declan decided to hit some thrift stores and see if he could find anything worthwhile before he went grocery shopping. While his responsible side wanted to sock away all his earnings for a rainy day, the indulgent half of him wanted to splurge a little. He didn't really need anything, but that didn't mean there weren't things he wanted.
    In the months since he'd started working, he'd been frugal to the extreme. Terrified of finding himself homeless again, he'd scrimped and saved and counted every penny. The only real splurge he'd made was on school. Even that wasn't so much a luxury as an investment in his future. He did not want to turn tricks forever. He figured he'd graduate with an associate's degree in two years and land a job doing something, although he wasn't sure what yet. That was the good thing about a business management degree. As he saw it, he could do many things with that one little slip of paper.
    All he had to do was figure out what he wanted to do with his life.
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    Killian wandered aimlessly up and down one aisle after another as he tried to figure out what he wanted to eat for the next week. He hated grocery shopping, but it was a necessity if he didn't want to rely on fast food. Although he loved a juicy hamburger and fries as much as the next man, he needed to stay away from the grease. Newly thirty—his birthday having passed without so much as a peep the week before—his body wasn't as forgiving toward a bad diet as it used to be.
    Cooking was a nice stress reliever, but it lost its effect when he had to pitch half of whatever he made in the trash at the end of the night. Recipes were typically designed for two or more, making it difficult—if not downright impossible—to cook for one without having abundant leftovers. It was one of the hidden drawbacks of being single.
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