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I nod my head but it turns into a comedic sort of nod-shake-circle. I’m unable to speak. Vixen takes my hand and leads me to the sink, turning on the water and wetting a paper towel. She presses it gently to my forehead.
“Just breathe,” she murmurs. “In and out. Everything’s going to be okay.”
I take a deep breath, then another, and another. Vixen rubs soothing circles into my back as I try to calm down. Eventually, my heart rate returns to normal and I’m able to speak again.
“Thanks,” I say, my voice hoarse. “I just…need to get it together.”
Vixen nods understandingly. “I know this place can be overwhelming – even when you’ve worked in clubs like this before, you still see something new at least once a week that makes you question your sanity and your morals,” she jokes. At least, I hope she’s joking.
“I’m just not used to this level of...intensity,” I reply, my voice shaking slightly. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”
Vixen nods, her expression turning serious. “Yeah, I know what you mean. It takes time to adjust. But you’ll find your footing eventually.”
I give her a small, grateful smile, ignoring that voice in the back of my head reminding me that I’ll only be working here for a few short weeks.
“Thanks.”
“No problem,” she says, patting my arm. “Now go freshen up and get back out there. You’ve got this. I’ll drop you in a change of clothes.”
Feeling a bit more steady, I nod and make my way to one of the stalls. As I strip off my clothes and wash myself down, my mind drifts back to North’s offer. The thought of watching him work, of seeing that intense focus and control up close, sends a shiver through me.
But I can’t. It’s too dangerous. Too risky.
I’m already in over my head with this job. The last thing I need is to develop a crush on my boss.
I finish cleaning up and put on the fresh set of clothes Vixen left for me, trying to push the thought of North out of my mind.
My new outfit is thankfully a one-piece, a silk slip similar to last night’s, but this one a deep midnight colour. It is backless with thin straps that criss-cross over my shoulder blades, and it’s even shorter than the ice blue lace number – barely skimming my ass. Although it doesn’t have any peekaboo lace. Thank god. Instead, a pretty floral pattern is embroidered on the top in asparkling, fine silver thread. It comes with another matching thong too, much to my relief.
It gives me a little more confidence than the two-piece did.
“Ready to come watch me work?” Vixen asks when I step out into the changing area. She’s changed into a different outfit too, and this one makes my eyes pop.
Her outfit is a red leather corset, laced tightly up the front. It pushes her breasts up and together, creating a deep valley of cleavage that I can’t tear my eyes from. The corset is paired with a matching thong that hugs her hips, and fishnet stockings that accentuate her long, toned legs. She’s also slipped on a pair of red stiletto thigh-high boots that give her an extra boost of height.
“You look amazing,” I say, unable to take my eyes off her.
“Thanks, babe,” she says with a smirk and a wink. “Looking pretty smoking hot yourself. Come on, let’s go.”
We head out of the changing area and into the bar which is suddenly full of members. The air is thick with smoke and the sound of heavy bass is thumping through the walls. I can barely make out the figures moving on the stage in the centre of the room, but Vixen squeezes my arm before pushing through the crowd, climbing up onto the glass stage, and performing some kind of erotic dance.
I get a pang of jealousy as I watch Vixen move on stage, her hips swaying to the beat of the music. But I quickly push it aside, reminding myself that this is what she does for a living, and she’s damn good at it.
The crowd is going wild, cheering her on. There’s lust in their eyes as they watch her, and it makes my stomach churn with a mix of excitement and nerves.
As Vixen nears the end of her dance, she locks eyes with me and smirks. I gulp, wave to her, and scurry behind the bar where I’m safe. Frost makes a point of inhaling deeply when I pass, soI ‘accidentally’ slip and dig my elbow into him. It feels good, but it’s a veryCandymove. Not something good girl Grace would do.
I start serving right away, even though there’s only a few customers waiting, most still watching Vixen as she pulls someone from the crowd onto the stage with her. I gulp at the long plaited bullwhip in her hand. Fucking hell, what is she going to do up there?
“What can I get you?” I ask the first customer, before immediately getting to work, grabbing his order for him. He pays on the cashless screen with a tap of his wristband and disappears into the crowd.
I plaster a smile on my face and serve the next person, and the next, and the next. Anything to stay busy.
But when Vixen suddenly cracks her whip through the air, the unexpected sound makes me jump. I teeter on my heels, threatening to fall and roll my ankle, when a firm but icy hand grabs my elbow and steadies me.
“Easy, Bambi,” Frost says, with considerably less snark than he usually addresses me with. I’m so shocked, I gape at him, running my tongue over my bottom lip while I contemplate what to say.
His ethereal silver gaze watches me intently.
