Chapter 10

“Where you been, girl? You’re never late,” Raven said while applying the finishing touches to her makeup.

I sat down at my station beside her and quickly began getting ready. “I was in Tony’s office,” I said gruffly.

“Oh, that couldn’t have been good.”

“No, it wasn’t, not good at all.”

“I don’t want to get up in your business, girl, but what happened?”

I looked around to make sure we wouldn’t be overheard. “I think he was doing coke, and he made me blow him,” I said while spitting what was left of the mint into the little trash can by my station.

She looked sympathetically into my eyes. “Sorry about that. You broke your cherry, huh?”

My jaw dropped. “So that’s like ... you know ... a common practice around here?”

“I’m on my knees in there every couple of months, so ... yeah, it is.” She paused for a moment. “It’s just part of the job, honey, something I should have told you about.”

“It was disgusting,” I said sharply.

“Yeah, it is, but you want to keep making that bank, right?”

“Yeah, I do,” I admitted.

She rubbed my shoulder. “Just part of the job, girl.”

“Okay.” Just part of the job, right? I sighed heavily.

“Get that makeup on. We’ve only got a few minutes, and I don’t want a fine for being late.”

I quickly got into one of my little outfits, did my hair and makeup, and walked out to the main stage. For the past two weeks, I’d gotten promoted and was now dancing in first position. Dancing on the main stage now was boring and almost mundane. It was just something I was required to do before I could work the room and give lap dances or try to get guys into the VIP room. Of course, it didn’t look like that to the men in front of me. To them, it was hot, it was sexy, but after three weeks, I had my little routine down cold, and my body just performed.

After I went through my three-song set and cleaned up the singles from the stage, I scanned over the sparse crowd. There was never much that went on at 4:00 on weekdays. Then my lips split into a little smile when I saw Derek. I’d met him about three weeks earlier, and he was now one of my regulars. He was way older than me at 48, and he owned quite a few used-car dealerships throughout the Dallas-Fort Worth area. Fortunately, unlike some of the men who frequented the club, he had all of his hair and teeth. He was reasonably good-looking, and he kept himself in decent shape for being older, that is. More importantly, he had money, and he never had a problem spending it on me. I ignored a couple of the guys who had their hands up, wanting dances, and I walked over to his table.

“How you doing today, handsome?” I said while sexily sliding onto his lap.

“Today was a real bitch, but now that I’m here with you, it’s looking up.”

“Yeah, not the greatest day for me, either, but seeing you, it’s improving.”

“What’s wrong?” he said soothingly.

“Oh, just work stuff; let’s talk about something else.” Being in my boss’s office and giving him that disgusting blow job was the last thing I wanted to think about, much less discuss.

“Well, you know what I want to talk about, right?”

I smiled. “We can talk about it, but we need more privacy; take me to the VIP room, okay?”

“You bet.”

The song ended, and I slid off his lap. He took my hand, and we walked together to the back of the large space, where we approached Terence.

“How long today, Sir?” he asked Derek.

“An hour and a half,” he said while pulling out his credit card. Terence took it and swiped it, and Derek signed the receipt. “I’ve got you in room one, enjoy.”

“Thank you.”

We walked up the stairs and were met by Andy. Derek reached into his pocket, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, and slipped it to him. “Thank you, Sir,” Andy said. “Right this way.” Andy graciously held out his arm, his hand indicating we should go into the first room.

We walked into the little room. He sat down on the long padded bench, and I slid onto his lap. I slightly parted my legs, and he rested his hand on my inner thigh. “You know you could make this a lot less expensive for me, right?” he said teasingly.

I leaned in and gave him a little sexy kiss as my breasts pressed into his chest. I knew he loved it when I did that. He’d just shelled out a lot of money, and I wanted to ensure that he knew I appreciated it. “I know.”

“Have you given it any thought?”

A week ago, Derek asked to see me outside the club. It was a request that many of the guys had made over the past three weeks, and it was something that I’d always resisted rather easily. However, I slowly started to warm up to the idea with Derek. He came into the club regularly to see me, and he was always very generous. At first, he wanted lap dances, but that had changed into him frequently taking me into the VIP room. The more time we spent together and the more I got to know him, the more I was open to his idea of seeing him outside the club. I was concerned about my job being an issue for him, but he didn’t seem to have a problem with me dancing on the stage, giving lap dances to other men, and taking men into the VIP room. He wasn’t demanding any type of an exclusive arrangement; he only wanted to see me outside the club.

I slipped my arms around him, clasping my hands behind his neck. “I’ve thought about it, and we can try it, okay?”

His lips split into a big smile. “Really?”

“Yes,” I said shyly. “Where will you take me?” I teased.

“I’d love to show you my house.” I leaned in again, and we shared another hot, passionate kiss. “I know it’s only been a couple of days since I’ve seen you, but I’ve really missed you.” He nuzzled my neck, giving me little shivers.