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“Damn right!” Giulio says, clinking his bottle against Mark’s. “Nice things for everybody. But, gonna be honest, Mark. I have to run a business here, and I can’t just offer up free lap dances for a month. It’s not fair to the girls, y’know? They need to earn too, so they can afford their own nice things.”
I want to laugh. Nice things? What nice things? They don’t have enough money to get out of here, let alone buy themselves pretty things even if they save up.
But I’m not stupid enough to say so. I’m too aware of the delicate nature of my position here—and I’m terrified Giulio brought me over here to prove a point.
Scratch that, Iknowhe brought me over here to prove a point. I just don’t know what point that is yet.
Mark scowls at being denied his request. “This whole thing ruined my evening. I don’t know if I ever want to come back here, if this is how paying customers get treated. I might find some other club to frequent.”
Giulio takes a sip of his own beer. From this close, I can see his lips twitching as he drinks, like he’s suppressing a smile—because of course, he doesn’t actually care about Mark’s money. There are enough horny men in town to keep this place steadily supplied with business.
And, realistically, I know that even if the place were half-dead, it wouldn’t make a difference. I didn’t pay as much attention to my father’s business as Lucia did, but I am fully aware that all that dirty money has to get laundered somehow. What better place than a cash-heavy operation like a strip club?
Giulio sets his drink down again. “Yeah. Like, um… sorry, can you remind me which other clubs are in the area? I don’t keep tabs on the competition.”
This turn in the conversation surprises me, especially since I know he has to be lying. I expected Giulio to try to calm the guy down some more, or to tell him it’s his prerogative to go elsewhere. I glance at him, trying to get a read on him but having no idea where he’s going with this.
Mark starts fidgeting. “Uh, um. Y’know. There’s… Ecstasy.”
“Isn’t that place on the other side of the city?” Giulio asks, still sounding casual. “I mean, I wouldn’t do a one-hour train ride for a lap dance, but maybe you live closer to there?”
“No, I meant… Raven Club. That one’s closer.”
Giulio nods. “Yeah, that’s true. But they charge a fucking thirty-dollar entrance fee, and it doesn’t even include drinks? What’s up with that? And man, do they get fucking nasty if you so much as lay a hand on a girl. Also, I don’t think they ever remove their underwear there. Fucking prudes.”
It sounds worlds better than this place.
Mark’s scowl deepens. There’s a reason he’s coming tothisclub, with its run-down atmosphere and shitty bar.
Giulio’s grip on my waist tightens for a second, then he switches to stroking my side with his thumb, almost absently. “Tell you what, Mark. I obviously don’t care if you come back here or not, and I’m pretty sure you aren’t going to find a new home base. But I don’t like customers leaving unsatisfied. Pick one of the other girls, and I’ll have her dance for you at Stef’s rates. Tonight only.”
Unsettled, I squirm in Giulio’s lap, and I’m dismayed to realize that the way he has me positioned has led to me leaving a prominent wet spot on his jeans. I’m going to die of mortification before the end of the night.
Mark’s face has gone red with humiliation. He can either accept Giulio’s offer, and Giulio’s judgment along with it, or leave… and potentially never show his face around here again. I hope he chooses the latter. He’d save himself a lot of money too, and maybe that would help Mark afford somenicerthings.
But Mark says, “Okay. Can she do it?” He points at me.
I blink at him, and I curse myself for not realizing this was a very real option the whole time. Why else would Giulio have brought me along, if not to display me in front of a pissed-off patron? Never mind that I wouldn’t know how to do a lap dance if my life depended on it, never mind that I’mdripping cumonto Giulio right now…!
I look in alarm at Giulio, too afraid to argue with him but at the same time, terrified he’s going to agree to have me service this asshole who terrorized Stef.
To my surprise, Giulio waves his hand dismissively. “Nah, you don’t want her. She’s newer than Stef and hasn’t had any training at all. And I gotta be honest, she is pretty bad at pretending to be into it.”
My cheeks burn, and I don’t even know why. It’s not like I’m insulted by the declaration that I’m new, or that I haven’t had training, or that I’m terrible at this. I’m glad I was dismissed out of hand. But at the same time, it makes me feel useless.
I don’t even have any use in a strip club other than to spread my legs and maybe be made a mother.
“She’s hot. I don’t mind if she ends up falling on me or something,” Mark answers. “Andyoulike her, right? She’s gotta be good.”
Giulio covers his mouth to suppress a laugh, but that doesn’t actually disguise the sound. After a while he gives up, laughing openly. “Yeah, sure, why not? Get up,Nessa, and give Mark Smith the lap dance of his life.”
The humiliation hits me even harder. I stare at Giulio, silently begging him not to make me do this, but he only grabs my waist to push me off his lap. There’s a prominent dark spot right where I was sitting.
Logically, I know it’s hard to see in the pulsing lights of the club, but I’m all too aware of Giulio’s cum dripping out of me as I stand up. I stare like a deer caught in headlights at Mark, and he gestures impatiently to his lap.
I’ve never seen a lap dance, let alone tried to give one, and I don’t even know where to start. I glance helplessly behind me at Giulio, but he only makes a shooing gesture with his hand.
I can’t cry. That’s the whole reason this is happening to begin with. I have to keep myself under control. I have to pretend like this isn’t utterly humiliating.
