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I’ve never truly enjoyed working at Eternity. I mean, there are the perks like free booze and getting to look at beautiful women all day, but that isn’t really why I’m here. Since Echo started, I’m definitely finding more reason to want to go into work.
I’ve seen dozens of girls pass through here in the year I’ve been working, and none have hit me quite like her. Like so many of the other girls in the industry, she has that confidence of a woman who knows she looks good. There’s something else about her, though. Something in the way she carries herself, something in her eyes that speaks of strength.
It’s as I’m prepping the bar and thinking this that the woman herself steps up in her normal clothes, jeans and a light sweater. After the first week, she stopped dressing quite so slutty to come into work, and although the small dresses were fucking incredible, I like seeing her like this. The makeup that they do here is renowned for its intricacy, but there’s nothing like seeing a woman’s natural beauty.
“Hey there,” she says with a smile, and I feel my dick jump a bit at the sight. Her mouth is so expressive, her lips plump and perfect.
“Oh, uh, hey,” I reply, kicking myself for my own awkwardness. I’m a thirty-five-year-old man, for fuck’s sakes, not some horny teenager.
She starts to turn away before I remember, “Annika was looking for you.”
Echo stops and comes back to the bar. “Oh, yeah? Do you know what about?”
I shake my head. “I think she’s out back.”
Echo smiles. “Thanks, Kill. See you later.”
I cock my head to the side and watch her perfect ass as she leaves, adjusting my pants while I do it.
Gorgeous as she is, she’ll only serve as a distraction. If I’m ever going to get out of this place and do what needs to be done, distractions will be the last thing I need.
Sighing, I turn back to the liquor and my restock lists.
Nothing like a workplace crush.
Chapter Five
I’ve Had Better Days
Echo
For the next week, I don’t see Neil or the rest other than in passing. I’m used to being lusted after, not having to chase. It’s unsettling.
James is usually around, but I haven’t been able to get close to him. He seems to prefer the bigger girls, if what I’ve seen is anything to go by. Considering he’s the smallest of all of them, it’s pretty funny, really.
Neil hasn’t fucked me since my first day here, and even though I keep trying to catch him, it’s easy to get caught up in this old lifestyle again. I never expected it, but I’m constantly having to remind myself why I’m really here.
One thing I do love about working here is the costumes. Every afternoon I work, I spend it with Arturo, who really is a fucking asshole but is so goddamn talented it doesn’t even matter. I’ve washed more glitter and paint off myself lately than ever in my life. I can’t imagine what my shower drains must look like.
A majority of the girls here have ignored me for the most part, still deciding where I fit into the mix. Annika, a soft-spoken but stunning girl from Czech, always makes a point to greet me and exchange pleasantries, but nothing more.
The blonde swan from my first night—Savannah, I’ve since learned—seems to especially dislike me, but has mostly left me alone except for a few backhanded comments.
Whatever. I do not have time for fucking stripper politics.
It’s Friday and my two week ‘anniversary’ of being here. It’s the end of the night and I’m sitting at the bar with my drink, looking around the club for any last prospect before closing.
Though she hasn’t said it, I am pretty sure Dee is impressed with my hustle. I know many women who have gotten into stripping with no real clue what it’s really like. Being good looking has almost nothing to do with making money in a place like this. It’sallabout the hustle.
“Good night?” Killian asks me from behind the bar.
I turn around, satisfied there isn’t anything else worth working for tonight. I haven’t quite figured out why a guy like Killian is working in a place like this. He’s damn good looking and seems to work hard. Some of the things he says also hint that he’s way too smart to be a bartender, and I keep it in mind whenever I talk to him. I still don’t know where his loyalty lies with Neil, and I’m keeping on my toes at all times so as not to make any of the staff suspicious.
“Made out like a bandit,” I assure him with a smile, which he returns. “How about you?”
“Good tip night, can’t complain.” He nods at my outfit as he wipes down a glass. “And Ilikethis one.”
I look down, brushing my hands down the fancy bustier I’m wearing.
