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He nods and I see his jaw flexing. “I’ll let you go. Have a good evening.”
“You, too.”
I wring my hands together as I watch him turn away from me and walk away. I have the overwhelming urge to call him back but what would be the point? Too much has happened for us ever to salvage a friendship from this mess.
The third floor isn’t what I imagined it to be. There’s a small bar area with stools for those wanting to sit. An array of top-shelf alcohol and champagne, and the glasses here are all real crystal. It faces a small dance floor with a stage behind it and has a huge cross in the middle. Around the outside of the room are booths of seating.
The décor is all black and the lighting is moody and chic, giving the customers privacy. I try not to stare when I see a movie star, known as a heartthrob to millions of women, with his tongue down a man’s throat. I have no interest in who he wants to be with but find it sad that he keeps it a secret, or maybe he wants it that way. I have no idea and as I see more and more famous people, I wonder how they manage to keep this such a secret from the world. Mixed in with the famous are the regular rich people from old to young, male and female alike.
Tonight, I’ll shadow Chantelle, who has worked this floor for six months. She’s lovely with red hair and brown eyes. Every part of her petite body screams sex and she uses it with an ease that I wish I had.
“When you deliver their drinks, they’ll sometimes try and cop a feel. If you don’t feel comfortable with that, let one of the bouncers on the floor know and they’ll have a word. Everything up here is consensual, and respect is to be shown at all times. They’re aware of that, but some do try and push the boundaries, but Harry is strict about it.”
“He seems like a nice man.”
“Oh, Harry is great. They all are, although Beck is my favorite. He’s wild in the sack.”
I feel my eyes widen in shock. “You’ve had sex with him?”
Her laugh is light and tinkling. “Yes, a couple of times.”
A thought pops into my head and the question is out before I can think better of it. “Do all the owners play at the club?”
“Everyone except Harry. As he runs it, he likes to keep things separate.”
“Oh.”
Chantelle wraps an arm around me and smiles. “Come on, Vi. Let me show you the ropes.”
I spend the night serving drinks and receiving inquisitive looks and compliments from the members. Some of them want to chat and flirt and up here it’s encouraged, but so far none have pushed my boundaries past what I’m comfortable with. A squeeze on the ass at worst and even that stopped quickly after one of the bouncers had a word, although that wasn’t my doing.
My tips alone have doubled my wages for the week and all I’ve done is smile and deliver over-priced alcohol to tables.
Around midnight, things begin to get a little wilder. Two men and a woman were putting on a show in the middle of the dance floor. I see the movie star who was kissing a man earlier with his hand up the woman’s skirt as she leans back into another man who I think is an NFL player. His hands are caressing her exposed breasts as movie star man fingers her to a loud orgasm. I’ve watched porn, everyone has, but this feels different, more real. Probably because it is, and I find myself intrigued with how my body is responding. It feels wrong to enjoy it but at the same time so right.
Exposed pleasure is visible on the woman’s face as she lets herself go, not caring that others are watching or perhaps that’s only heightening her pleasure. All I know is it’s hot and makes hot arousal pool in my belly.
“Does it turn you on, Lottie?”
I jump, almost losing the tray in my hand at the whispered words against my ear.
Linc steadies me with a firm hand on my bicep and I right the empty tray. His eyes are on me, and they are full of dark desire.
I don’t want him to know how much this affects me. “I was just intrigued.”
“Hmm.”
His hand skims my exposed spine, slowly dipping lower until his fingers are on the curve of my ass. I shiver as goosebumps erupt on my skin.
“Are you cold, Lottie?”
“No.” My voice sounds breathy and soft, and I swallow to clear it.
He takes my hips in his hands and spins me to face the trio of people who are now naked in the middle of the room. I feel the solid warmth of Lincoln at my back, the hard ridge of his erection through his suit pants pressed where his hands had been moments ago.
“Watch as he makes her come again and again on his hand, his face, and then his cock.”
I watch transfixed by the erotic sight before me. Movie man is on his knees between the couple, his mouth moving from the NFL guy’s cock to the woman’s, who I have a feeling is a politician, pussy. All three look enthralled as if they’re the only three people in the room.
