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Okay, rooms might be overselling the place a bit. They are small black booths with room for no more than three people; I notice that the camera that points into the room follows us.
I push him down on the hard bench, feeling strangely loose. It’s rare to get someone my age as a customer. Maybe just knowing that he’s very human and visibly shaking helps me relax.
I press a button by the door and take his black card, sliding it into a slot. His choice of music begins to play, some seriously raunchy rap.
I smile and begin to dance for him. “What’s your name, sweetie?”
He bites his lip, his gaze hard on my breasts. “Mike.”
He reaches out and grabs me around the waist. Instinctively I push him back, shaking my head. “That’s not how this works. You don’t touch me.”
He rolls his eyes. “Come on. We both know that you’re going to get on your knees and suck my dick. Just go ahead and do it already. There’s no need to wind me up first.”
I paste on a smile but stop dancing. “I think you have the wrong idea. We don’t do that here.”
I turn my head and start to pull his card from the door. When I turn around, he’s coming right at me. “Don’t be a stuck up bitch. We both know you want it.”
He unzips his pants and flashes me his penis, which is laughably small. He arches his eyebrow, as if he’s daring me to touch it.
Before I can even push the hidden panic button, a big burly security guard is already behind me. “Everything okay in here?”
I step backward, out of the booth. “I think it would be best if this guy left.”
“Wait a second!” the young guy protests. “I want what I paid for!”
I turn and walk out of the back area as quickly as I can. Unease settles around my shoulders like a cape, prickling me. My mouth quivers.
It’s not that I’m afraid what would have happened back there. The management keeps their eyes on everyone and everything. If I were to believe Mia, they keep a lookout for people trying to cut them out of profits.
But for stuff like this?
I’m beyond glad that they are looking out for me, no matter what their motivation is.
I stop in the middle of the hallway, giving myself a hard shake.This is part of it, I chide myself.This is exactly what you signed up for when you took this job. Now get a hold of yourself!
I paste a smile on. Blowing a deep breath out, I start moving again. Before I even make it all the way back onto the floor, the manager Sam comes to find me.
He doesn’t even blink at the fact that I’m scrambling to get my mind straight. He just sniffs, adjusts the waist of his black pants, and looks at me through jaundiced eyes. “You were good onstage. You do that dancing ballet thing and the whole room goes nuts. It’s one of the best acts here.”
My cheeks turn beet red. “Oh. Uh, thanks.”
He seems not to notice, or maybe it’s just that he doesn’t care. “Mr. X is here again.”
I look up at him, my eyes going wide. “He is?”
He nods. “Yup. He just headed up to the platinum room with a bottle of our most expensive whiskey. He asked that you entertain him again.”
My heart gives a little flutter in my chest. “Oh! Well… I will head upstairs now.”
Sam holds up a black pair of pointe shoes. “He wants you to wear these.”
My cheeks flame scarlet as I pluck them from his grasp. “Thank you.”
I climb the stairs, my heart in my throat. A giddy little voice in the back of my head is babbling about how Mr. X is here to see me.
But no. He’s not.
I have to remember that he’s here to see Cerise, who’s more confident and self-assured than me by a mile. It’s a show I put on, a diversion.
