AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She stared back at him as she slowly began to unbutton her pants. She watched him inhale as he leaned back in his chair and put his hand over his mouth, rubbing his face as he watched her. She could tell he was trying hard to hold back.
The feeling of power and control consumed her. That, mixed with anger, took hold of her, and she finally knew how to gain the upper hand. She turned around and looked back at him, slowly peeling down her pants. She revealed her black lace thong hugging her ass. He moaned slightly, a smile creeping across his face.
She smiled back, turning to face him. She watched as he adjusted his cock in his pants. She wondered how hard he was right this second. If her stripping could turn him on this much, what would her touch do to him?
She restrained the thought as she reached around to unhook her bra, pulling the straps off slowly and dropping it to the floor with one hand. His mouth parted as he eyed her. He looked like he wanted to snatch her up, take her body for his own, and ravish her.
“Like what you see?” she asked with a smile on her face. She watched his eyes fall to her breasts as he let out a slight moan of approval.
She turned to the side and bent down slowly to pick up the dress, her back arching on her way back up, hands on her thighs.
“See any wire?” she said, turning in a circle slowly and pushing her hair off her shoulder.
“Panties,” he said, pointing at her underwear.
She hooked her thumbs onto the edge of her thong and pulled them halfway down her legs, dropping them to the floor. His eyes darted to her pussy, and she watched him peer at her. He wanted her, needed her,cravedher.
She placed her hand over her pussy and parted her lips slightly. “No wire,” she whispered.
He inhaled deeply and nodded his head. “Get dressed,” he ordered, turning back to his computer.
She furrowed her brows, puzzled. She was sure he was going to take her right there. Maybe his attraction to her was the same he felt for all the girls. She was just the newest addition to the pack.
She slipped on the dress and adjusted the corset to hold her breasts tightly. There was barely any coverage of her nipples, and most of the dress was see-through lace. Next, she buckled the heels around her ankles. Standing four inches taller, she adjusted her wavy hair to hang over her shoulders.
“Well?” she asked, hands on her hips.
He glanced at her and smirked. “That’ll do,” he said, turning back to his computer.
“So what am I supposed to do now?” she asked, irritated.
He swiveled in his chair to face her. “You’re a champagne girl. Get it from the bar, take it to the customers, pop it, and look sexy. Simple.”
“And what about the people I’m supposed to watch?”
He stood from his chair and adjusted his suit. She could see his biceps barely fit in the sleeves. “There are six or seven of them in total, placed on various shifts. You watch their movements. Overhear their conversations. Offer them champagne throughout the night, make them feel …” he looked at her legs, “comfortable.”
“If they work various shifts, how long am I going to have to be here?” she asked, slightly panicked.
“As long as it takes,” Ben said, exhaling.
“I can’t take off that much work!” she said, throwing a hand out to the side. “You know how badly I need that money. My rent has been overdue for months now, and I can barely afford an apple for lunch.”
His brows raised up in shock. He seemed appalled that she was overdue on rent and truly that broke. She guessed that he had never seen poverty a day in his life, or hard work, for that matter.
He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a large bankroll. Liz’s eyes widened. She had never seen that kind of money up close. This was something she saw in movies and heard about in rap songs. This couldn’t be real life.
“One thousand, two thousand,” he said, counting the hundred-dollar bills in his hand. He worked his way up to eight before he walked over to her and took her hand. He opened it and placed the cash in, closing her hand with his. “That should be enough for now,” he said, turning back to his desk.
Eight thousand? Liz thought, looking down at the crisp bills in her hand. Her rent, and all the late fees ... since she hadn’t known she was hacked ... was only about four thousand dollars. She opened her mouth to tell him but decided this could be more useful stashed away somewhere, especially if she somehow could get out of this arrangement.
She quickly stuffed the bills in her bag and looked at him. “So, what do I do first?”
He rolled his eyes and turned around, hands on his desk. “Walk with confidence. The more you sway your hips, the more your breasts will jiggle. Customers love that. You’re going to be the new girl, so all eyes will be on you. Flirt with the customers. Own your sexuality.”
“And for the members of the family?” she asked.
“They’ll be dressed in black suits, monitoring various corners of the club. You’ll know them when you see them.” He leaned up from his desk and crossed his arms. “Don’t pay them too much attention. You’re supposedly here for the guests and hard cash. Eavesdrop when you can, but Elizabeth ...”
