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As Liz packedher bag at the gym, the sun set. She bid her usual goodbye to her emotionless manager and walked outside, pulling out her phone. She put Sinsations into her GPS and walked in that direction, her head spinning with her thoughts.
Knowing her customer service skills, that’s probably what he was going for. Greet the guests, watch them move around the club, and report anything suspicious. That or a waitress. What could be better than eavesdropping on conversations while you bring mobsters a snack?
The club was illuminated by purple and red lights. Cars lined the parking lot, and almost every space was taken. Liz looked at the line outside, men of all ages waiting to get inside.
She approached the bouncer and yelled over the music. “I’m here to work!”
The bouncer looked her up and down and scoffed, waving her inside. Liz made a disapproving face at him and walked in. Her mouth dropped open at what she saw.
Dancers effortlessly slid down poles from the ceiling, their lingerie twinkling in the strobe lights. Men waved dollar bills and hollered at the women, calling them all sorts of pet names. She then noticed the rooms on the sides of the main floor.
Red velvet curtains covered the various rooms, and she heard laughter coming from the one to her right. She looked over and saw a woman entering the room, pushing the curtain to the side. She caught a glimpse of men at a poker table, smoking cigars and talking shit to each other.
Looking to the next room, she was even more shocked. A woman exited the room, and Liz locked eyes with a naked man sitting in the room, two women kissing all over him and a third with his cock in her mouth. He smiled slightly at her and gave her a wink.
“What can I do for you, honey?”
Liz turned to see a gorgeous brunette leaning against the bar, smiling at her. She was dressed in a red teddy with garters holding up black stockings. Her breasts were curved perfectly, pushed up for maximum cleavage.
“I’m looking for Ben!” Liz shouted over the music. The woman beckoned for her to follow, and Liz trailed behind her, glancing around at the chaos surrounding her.
The woman led Liz to the back and down a hallway, where she knocked on a door. She heard Ben yell for her to enter.
The woman opened the door for Liz and let her enter the office. It was larger than Liz expected, with a long desk facing the door. Ben was in a suit and sat typing away at the computer. She had never seen him in formal attire before.
He turned in his chair and smiled, extending his arms out to the sides. “Welcome, Elizabeth.”
She rolled her eyes. He was much hotter when he didn’t open his stupid mouth. She put her bag on the floor and looked at him with her arms crossed over her chest. “What do you want me to do?” she asked in disapproval.
“You ...” he said, walking to a closet on the side of the room, “are going to be …”
He threw something in her direction. She caught it and held it up. A form-fitting black dress with lace cutouts on the torso. There was barely any fabric on it to cover her skin.
“There is no way I’m ...”
“Yes.” He closed the closet door. “You are going to wear that.” He held up a pair of classic Christian Louboutins and waved them at her, placing them by her feet. “And these.”
“But I ..."
“Ah-ah,” he interrupted, waving a finger at her as he sat in his chair. “Remember what I said about refusing me?”
She pursed her lips and picked up the stilettos, sighing. “Where’s the changing room?”
He shook his head, looking at her intensely. “Changing room?” He laughed. “No, no.” He pointed to the floor. “You change here.”
“In front of you?” she said, shocked.
He shrugged. “I have to be sure you’re not wearing a wire. Besides …” He glanced at her body. “I’ve already seen what’s under those clothes.”
Liz stifled her urge to protest. This went against her every instinct.
“Besides …” he said with a deep exhale, “you’re way more gorgeous than any of them.” He motioned in the direction of the dance floor. “The pole twerking bimbos out there.”
Her face blushed hotly. She struggled to decide what she should do. Compromise her morals for a man who was highly skilled in flattery? Her mind flashed back to him naked in her apartment. She could feel her body heat with the thought of his physique pressed against her.
“Fine,” she said, taking off her shirt in a huff. She looked up from the floor and saw his hands folded together in front of his face, his eyes peering up at her with intrigue. She felt a shock run through her body. She looked down, relieved that she wore her black balconette push-up bra today.
