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Still, she knew better than to trust any of the people coming into Club Night, either at Candace’s invitation or because they paid her enough money to cover the costs of running the joint. Mitch did not see Irene again, but she saw the “lucky” young maid who had a week with a married couple in the Hawaiian isles.
Her name was Liv, and she was a busy woman, based on how often Candace squirreled her away for clients. The only time Mitch got to speak privately with her was when they bumped into one another in the restroom. The single-person stall was in a separate room from the wash area, and Mitch took her time when Liv entered. Mitch was still cleaning the dirt out from beneath her nails when Liv joined her at the sink.
“How much do you make?” Mitch candidly asked.
Liv didn’t look at her. “Ms. Lister pays me a fair wage for housework.”
“You know that’s not what I mean.”
The woman gussied up her hair and checked the status of her lipstick. “That’s not the question you should ask me.”
Their eyes briefly met in the mirror. “How much do you owe her?”
Liv left without answering.
Mitch had begun suspecting the setup from her second visit to Club Night.None of these women see a dime of what Candace is being paid for them.Why would a woman agree to that arrangement? Unless the alternative was worse?
When Mitch arrived for her third visit, Vanessa buzzing up a storm of affirmations and love in her texts, Candace approached her right away.
“You made quite the impression on one of my best clients the other night,” she said. “He wants a private show tonight. You’re being paid quiet handsomely.”
Mitch didn’t flinch. She already knew who Candace meant, too. Few men came through Club Night, usually with wives or girlfriends, but there had been a quiet fellow the week before who made sure to tell Vanessa that Mitch was “quite the catch.” Mitch was not disgusted by the thought of men being attracted to her – otherwise, she wouldn’t make it through most of her club performances. What bothered her was the prospect of being alone with this man without Vanessa’s supervision.
Not that Vanessa would ever sign off on this.
“Just a show,” Mitch said. “Tell him there’s no touching.”
The client wasted no time whisking Mitch away to his assigned room the moment he arrived. According to him, he had a late flight he needed to make shortly after he was finished here, not that Mitch gave a damn. She only cared that he kept his hands to himself… and was definitely interested if he left with one of the other women, like Liv. She hadn’t told Agent James more about her yet, mostly because Mitch needed context before sharing.
He was as quiet as he had been the week before. As Mitch introduced herself as Michelle and asked him what he liked, he only said, “Don’t take off your clothes quickly. I’m in a hurry, but I like mystique.”
Whatever.
The things I do to keep you out of legal trouble, Vanessa.Out of all the lap dances Mitch had given since coming under the tutelage of Vanessa Richards, this was the most uninspiring one. Usually, she chose to bestow the honor on a lucky person who had charmed her with either their unassuming humor or respectfully furtive looks. “Michelle” liked making other people feel special while enjoying a night on the town.
This was different. This was the kind of transactional bullshit that did not stimulate her.
The only person to walk in on them was Missy, who brought a tall drink to the client before stepping back outside. He was not interested in the drink he had ordered. Instead, he watched Mitch like she was a prize to take home to his family.
“This is fun and all,” he said, “but I was under the impression that you girls go a bit further, you know?”
“You have me confused with another woman in this club,” was all Mitch said.
“Really, now? Because this is one of the most expensive dances I’ve ever bought, and all it’s done is make me want more.”
Of course it has.Mitch was not about to take off her lingerienow,that was for sure.
He sipped his drink. “You know I’m in a hurry. I’ll make it quick.”
He’s telling on himself, isn’t he?
“Your boss doesn’t have to know.”
“She knows everything that goes on in here.”
“I’ve got two grand in cash. It’s yours for ten minutes.”
My going rate is still way higher than that.Should Mitch say that? Probably not on Candace’s turf.
