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ChapterTwo
MANDY
“Fuck, it’s freezing,” I breathed out raggedly as I stepped into the back door of the Red Rose Club a week later, smiling a brave smile at the new girl, Tara. “I don’t recommend going out there.”
“Yeah, I’ll be here for a few more hours, I have a couple of sets, so you can keep all of that cold for yourself, honey.” Tara’s blue eyes gleamed almost as much as her black hair. I liked the twenty-year-old, even if she did tend to keep to herself. “Oh, Ginger wanted me to remind you, there’s one slot left in the auction, if you want to join in.”
“Right, yeah, I forgot about that,” I answered, pulling off my gloves and scarf to hang them up. I picked up my bag and headed over to my usual dressing table. “Can you put my name down on the signup sheet? I need to do my makeup before my first set.”
“Sure,” Tara shrugged and headed out of the dressing area.
I smiled in the mirror as she walked away, she was a nice one. Not every dancer in the place liked to make friends. Some of the other women saw competition, not another dancer trying to make a living. I hated the pettiness of the job, sometimes, but this job didn’t require a degree and gave me an income that meant I could go on vacation twice a year, if I wanted to. Hopefully, Tara wouldn’t lose that friendliness in her time in the game.
I walked out once I was ready and looked over the crowd from the wings of the stage. I could see a few of our regular clients, mafia type guys and men that were probably drug lords. How they made their money didn’t really matter to me, so long as I walked away with some of it at the end of the night.
That might seem harsh, but I was a realist. Romance rarely came into my line of work, I was here to sell sexual fantasy and that’s what I did.
My stomach clenched when I saw Brian sitting in the audience with some of his crew. Normally, bikers weren’t our sort of clientele. The clients we wanted wore tailor-made suits and expensive loafers from designers most of us in the place couldn’t afford. Brian and his crew were the exception.
Even if they did come in wearing tight-ass jeans and biker boots, tracking snow and mud into the red carpet on the floor. Everything about the man was irritating, from the way his eyes seemed to find me, even though he couldn’t see me, to the smirk that twisted his lips when he caught me staring. I could swear he blew a kiss at me, but I might have imagined it. Although, knowing what an asshole Brian was meant that he probably had. I hated him so much, but his conceitedness made me hate him more. As if I’d ever give him the time of day.
The hours passed quickly after that and I talked with some clients, making them smile and laugh was part of my job, before I headed home. I could have brought any one of those men home with me for the company but chose not to. I’d taken a few lovers in my time at the club, but I’d always kept it at the club, and it wasn’t something I did often.
I hated the loneliness that took over every time I walked into my empty home. I missed Mandy more than I thought I would. I glanced at the sheet of paper Ginger gave to me before I left work after I had a shower and put on a pink pajama short set. My hair was still wrapped up in a towel as I looked over the questionnaire.
As part of the charity auction you will be going on a vacation with the client for one week. You can cancel the trip at any time, especially if you feel unsafe. Please list the dates you are available for the trip and three places you would like to go.
The ‘where would I like to go’ part was the hardest. I’ve taken myself lots of places over the years, but I didn’t want to fly too far away. I don’t like to fly, even though I do take flights when I can’t drive to the place I’m going to visit. Somewhere nearby?
I picked up a pen from a canister Mandy had placed on the table a long time a go and tapped it against my chin. Hmm.
Warm, cozy, and somewhere private, for a start.
A private cabin in Montana.
A secluded beach house in California.
A huge ranch in Texas with lots of privacy.
The dates part didn’t matter, I could take time off whenever I wanted to, but the where did matter. I looked over the three options again and decided they were exactly where I’d like to be with a man for the week I’d spend with him. Sex wasn’t guaranteed in these auctions, though it was expected. And if it was the right kind of guy, sex was definitely an option.
Just having a little bit of company would be nice. It didn’t matter to me at this point if I ended up with someone I’d never have sex with, conversation at the end of the day, someone to watch movies with and spend a little time with would be nice. The whole thing was a win/win situation for me. I’d get a free vacation, maybe some good sex, and I wouldn’t have to be alone for a week. What wasn’t to love?
I filled out the rest of the questions, things like had I recently had a medical exam for STDs--of course I had--and what my favorite foods were. Average questions that took little thought.
By the time I settled down on the couch I was happy with the decision I’d made. I’d be an ‘item’ in an auction, but the auction was for a charity that was dear to all of us. The proceeds would help older, retired, dancers that needed medical care or help paying other bills. It was all for a good cause and that was something I could get behind.
There was little that could go wrong, as far as I was concerned. I fell asleep there, watching a show about the devil living in the human world with a smile on my face. I’d have some company, at last.
