Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
When he told me it was his first lap dance, I didn’t believe him, but after I saw how he was reacting, I realized he was telling the truth. When I brushed against his hard-on, a thrill cascaded through my whole body, and it made me bolder.
This man had paid six grand for me to give him a few dances, and that made me feel sexy. I didn’t even end up getting fully naked. He was too nice, and I almost played right into it. I’m so used to a certain type of men here, and he didn’t give off the normal vibe. They all want to bang or touch the dancers as much as they can get away with. This guy gazed at me like I was sent from heaven and he wanted to get on his knees and worship me. Maybe even keep me.
I’m such a sucker. Six grand for a dance from me? That should have been my red flag.
Stowe isn’t sitting in his normal spot at the bar when I rush past, but it’s still early. There aren’t many people here, but soon the whole place will fill up.
“Stowe, sir.” His office door is open, so I go right in. He glances up from the stack of money he’s dropping into the machine that counts it out for him.
“Again with that sir shit.”
“Sorry, sir. I mean Stowe. I ah—”
“How’d it go?” he cuts in. Stowe hates when any of the girls call him sir because he thinks it sounds old.
“Fine, but something has come up. About the ID you mentioned, how long would it take?”
“I’ll have to reach out. Might be a few days. A week even,” he says, and my stomach drops.
“Never mind then.” I glance down at the money in front of him. “Can I have my six grand?”
“What about the ID?” I can tell from Stowe’s expression he’s not in a hurry to hand over the cash. If I had to guess, this fake ID thing really doesn’t cost that much, but he’s going to be taking a cut.
“I don’t need it. I actually have to quit.” The second I admit that, I want to slap myself.
“Quit? Why, what happened?” Stowe turns to the side where there are monitors for the private rooms. There’s a set in his office and another next to the champagne room that a bouncer watches over. I’m not sure what he’s looking for because if something happened it’s already over. I’m standing in front of him right now. Plus, he would’ve gotten a call from whoever is on the cameras tonight.
“Nothing happened. I just have to go. I’m really sorry. I hate to walk out on you after you gave me a job.” I feel like a jerk, but he also hasn’t paid me a penny. I know the cocktail girls make hourly because it’s required by law.
“All right, let's calm down for a second. Do you need the ID that badly?” I nod. “I’ll make a call and see if he can do something quicker, okay?”
“Really?” Hope blooms inside me.
“Why don’t you take the night off and I’ll see what I can do. I’ll call you.”
This also sounds too good to be true. Stowe has moments of kindness in him, but he’s got bad ones too. If offered enough money, he’d tell that man everything when he comes back tomorrow night. I have to get the ID before then, but that sounds like a pipe dream.
“Okay.” I step back, my paranoia growing by the second. I’m leaving anyway, so there’s no choice. The mystery man could come back any second, and for all I know, he could be making a call right now. By tomorrow, the whole thing could be pointless.
“Hold on,” Stowe orders, and I take another step back when he stands. Is he going to try and stop me? I think I can outrun him, but I don’t get the chance before his words stop me. “I’m gonna need a picture, but you gotta wipe that shit off your face first.”
“Oh, okay.” I step out of his office and grab some of the makeup remover off one of the vanities.
“Stand against the wall.” Stowe pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of my face. “Is there something I need to know?”
“I just have to go.” I can see the wheels turning in Stowe’s head. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. He asked me on my first day if I was going to have trouble following me.
“I’ll call you. Get out of here. I don’t need a mess. I’ve got enough of those.”
“Thank you,” I say as I grab my things quickly.
“Hey, you all right?” Hartley steps in front of me before I can head out the back entrance. We’re not supposed to walk out alone. One of the bouncers normally goes with us, but that’s at the end of a shift.