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All of Mitch’s accolades made for good publicity, though. When she showed up for a private bachelorette party the following weekend, she wasn’t shocked to discover that she was introduced as a woman voted “the best submissive pet in the world.”
In truth, working in Candace’s club wasn’t the worst job Mitch ever had, let alone on the circuit. Her “residency” was a mix of performance art and playing the role of a seductive hostess who made Candace’s friends happy. To stay true to her persona, Mitch did not wear many clothes to these events. Even if she showed up in a dress, it was gone within the hour. If a discerning guest requested to see her naked, Mitch proved how unshy she was in front of strangers. But, for the most part, she kept to herself, especially on her break, when she was allowed a drink from the bar to keep her loosened up.
Her goal wasn’t only to keep Candace happy. It was to scope out what was happening beneath that woman’s professional roof.
Sex work was rampant in Club Night, but that was true of every upscale, invite-only club Mitch and Vanessa were a part of. Mitch wasn’t the only professional performer who occasionally came into the club. Right before Thanksgiving, she was asked to dance with an escort brought in by one of Candace’s friends. When Vanessa heard about it, she merely snorted.
Because Vanessa often wasn’t there. On average, she only came along once every other weekend. According to her, it would be too suspicious and prevent Mitch’s meddling if her partner was thereeveryweekend. Besides, Vanessa’s presence guaranteed a more involved performance. People wanted to see the couple in action, either on the stage or in the sunken seating area.
That was where Mitch faltered. It was difficult to not succumb to the usual lust and desire that overcame her when her partner’s passion exploded all over her. How was Mitch supposed to remember faces, names, and other details when she was wrapped up in Vanessa’s world?
It made audiences happy, though.Except you can’t be here all the time, Van.
Candace often paid Mitch more attention when she was alone, too.
“People like you,” she said over drinks at the bar when her two business associates were preoccupied with Thalia and another hostess named Kelli. Mitch could hear one of them from down the hall and had to push back the inclination to wish that was her. “I’ve got friends who don’t like to leave their houses stopping by because they love how you make them feel.”
Mitch didn’t dare meet the gaze of the bartender.She’s the only one who doesn’t change from week to week.Missy, Thalia, and the stoic bouncer weren’t here every time Mitch was around, but the bartender? Like clockwork, she was either cleaning the bar or serving drinks. The only time she was gone when Mitch arrived was when she was locked up in one of the back rooms with the special guest of the night. When the bartender eventually emerged with lipstick on her neck and a button in dire need of fixing, she snapped at Mitch to“Shut up and close your damn eyes.”It was reported to Agent James at their next meeting.
“How do I make them feel?” Mitch asked over the rim of her martini glass.
Candace grinned. “Like they’re luckiest people in the world.”
Mitch knew when to flash her most flirtatious smile. “I’m told I’m a real tease.”
“Is that all you are, though?” Candace took up every inch of space at the corner of the bar. “I don’t know how much Vanessa gets you, but I bet I can get you more.”
It took Mitch exactly one second to realize what Candace was talking about. “I don’t think it’s the best idea. Vanessa and I are one when we’re playing. If she’s not around to indulge with me, it defeats the purpose. Besides…” Mitch finished her drink. “I think you underestimate how much I can make in ten minutes.”
“In tips?”
“In upfront payment.”
Mitch hoped that her deadpan delivery drove the point home. Even better if Candace didn’t bring the subject up again.
Yet this still wasn’t what the FBI was looking for. Slapping Candace’s wrist for running a glorified brothel for people who had a barter-sell kink wouldn’t get her for the life-ruining shit that even Mitch was suspecting as she looked around the club. Right now, Kelli came out of the back room with her client, eyes glazed over and a distinct hobble in her step. She bowed in Candace’s direction on her way to the bathroom. The client was soon scarce.
“Why did you really hire me?” Mitch asked. “If you wanted a hot ass to dance around the room and flirt with everyone, you could easily train someone like Thalia to be perfect at that. I bet she’d love it.”
“The people who come to my club aren’t looking for desperation like Thalia. If I want them throwing money around here like it’s their life’s work, then I wantyou.”
“I don’t think you realize how desperate I am, then.”
“You’re not desperate. You’re the perfect submissive.”
Mitch passed the empty glass to Thalia, who came by with a tray and departed with the glass to the back washroom. “I merely live as I see fit.”
“That’s what I want for my club. I want you.”
Mitch continued to play with fire as she said, “Only for your club?”
Candace slipped off her stool. “If your real reason for being here is to get tome,Michelle, then you have quite the mountain to climb before you.”
“But I hear I’m perfect.”
Candace stood beside Mitch, refusing to touch her, but present. “You are. That’s why you’re dangerous.” She walked away. “I’m not stupid enough to believe that perfection exists.”
Mitch wasn’t often asked to join someone in a room.I know what goes on back there.The kind of thing that went on in Mitch’s own bedroom a couple of times a week, except without the trust and inherent love that existed between her and Vanessa. Not that Mitch neededloveto have a good time.
