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“Please, sit,” he says, gesturing to the chair facing his desk. “What’s wrong?”
“I just saw one of the bouncers stealing Shelly’s tips.” And you are just another pig of a boss who thinks that just because you’re superior to us, you can do whatever you want. But I keep that part to myself.
His face betrays his surprise. “Stealing?”
“Yes, stealing. He took her bag from her and pulled the money from inside.”
“That’s a very serious accusation, Lara. I’ll look into it. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
I bet you will… So typical. Men always protect each other. I wish there was something I could do to make you realize we have feelings, we matter, we hurt.
I wish there was a way to make you feel what we feel. I wish…
And that’s when it hits me.
Thereisa way. Didn’t he say just a few minutes ago how much he is willing to use my body? To “take me for a ride”. Well, Mr. Albrecht, if it’s a ride you want, it’s a ride you’ll get.
But it will definitely not be the ride you were expecting. Instead of fucking me and sending me on my way, I’m going to fuck you over. To break you down. Reduce you to nothing. Give you what you deserve.
Behind the bar tonight, Jamie taught me to stand up for myself, and it is only fitting that I apply what I learned with him.
I am not an object. I’m not here to be used and discarded. I am a person. I matter. What I want matters. For once, I want to feel like I am in charge of my destiny. To make him feel what it is like to be on the other side.
Time for someone to show the top dogs how us little folk live.
Jamie Albrecht, you are going down in style.
Oh man, can I really do this?AmI really doing this?
Taking a deep breath, I strut toward him, and without speaking a word, I spin his chair to face me, straddle him, and press my lips against his.
His hesitation is clear, but then his hands slowly settle on my hips, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I already know I’ve won.
So, he wants to fuck me?
We’ll seewhois going to fuckwhom.
Chapter 4
Jamie
ThisIhadnotexpected. As my tongue meets Lara’s, I slip my hands around her back, my fingers sliding underneath the hem of her corset, her skin warm against my cold fingers. Lara’s personality has changed to fit her new clothes.
When I saw her walk through the doors yesterday afternoon, I wouldn’t have been surprised if she was a virgin. The girl straddling my lap now… she is definitely no virgin.
My fingers slip beneath the booty shorts, pressing along the top of her smooth ass.
She moans. Her warm breath in my nostrils sends a shiver down my spine. Blood rushes to my groin.
She rocks her hips forward, shifting her body weight so her pelvis presses against my growing erection. The material of her shorts is so thin I feel the shape of her womanhood through my pants, and my heart races at the prospect of sliding the shorts to the side to find out if she is wearing panties beneath them.
Fuck. What am I doing? In five years of owning this club, I’ve never slept with one of my employees. Sure, I’ve fucked a female guest here or there, but a girl dropping in on a gentleman’s club for a Bachelorette party is very different from sleeping with the dancers or servers.
Despite my desire—fuck, she’s hot—I force myself to pull away, my lips wet from our kiss.
I blink, my breath exhaling between my teeth. “What are you doing?”
There is a fire behind her eyes that wasn’t there earlier. “Do you want me to stop?”
