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“Yeah, but it was brutal for Alastair to get up for work on Friday. Also, I’d kind of like to have two days off in a row. I’ve worked here long enough.”
“I’ll have to ask one of the other guys if they’d mind switching,” Jacob said, eyeing me with caution. “But I should be able to swing it.”
“Yay, thank you! Plus, even though I won’t be working on Fridays, the plan is to spend money on the Bordello most weeks, so it’ll be a win-win.”
He smiled. “I take it you enjoyed it the last time?”
“Oh my God, Jacob. You have no idea what a pro that man is.”
“Well, he’s certainly had lots of practice,” Jacob said with a laugh.
I frowned. Jacob sobered.
“Honing his skills with meaningless hookups until the right man came along is what I mean.”
I smiled.
“Exactly. I’m not too proud to acknowledge my benefit from those”—I waved my fingers carelessly—“little flirtations.”
“All right. Next week I’ll put you on Wednesdays, and you can have your little meet-up with Mr. Kenney. Might I make a suggestion?”
Oh, saucy Jacob.
“You may,” I said, flashing him a coy smile.
Jacob leaned forward onto his elbows as if he were sharing a secret with me.
“You and Alastair might enjoy making use of the schoolroom set-up in the Bordello. I assume you’ve seen the desk and blackboard?”
I pictured Alastair as a strict professor worried about his student’s wandering eye. I didn’t hate it. “Can you book us for next Friday? Say, ten to twelve?”
“Done. Glad I could help,” Jacob said, with a devilish smile, his teeth sparkling in the lamplight.
I clapped my hands. “Thanks, Jacob. You’re the best!”
I couldn’t wait to tell Alastair. I hoped he had something to wear that would make him look like a professor.
* * * *
Alastair liked to come to the club on the nights I worked. He teased that it was to make sure I was good and didn’t get up to anything with the clients, but he knew how strict the rules were at Molly’s.
He liked to watch me prance around in my ‘uniform’ and see to the needs of other handsome men, while knowing he would be taking me home afterward and fucking me silly, worked up by the voyeuristic pleasure of it all. I definitely reaped the rewards of his little pastime, and I didn’t mind him being there. It fulfilled my exhibitionist and acting temperament, which was why this job suited me so well.
It was near to eleven one Tuesday when he showed up just as I’d stepped onto the stage. He looked tired but fine, in dark jeans and a tan linen shirt. When he saw me, his face brightened. He found a spot at the back, where he could watch.
“Well, gentlemen,” I said. “I’m going to tell some jokes.”
There was applause all around. Alastair joined in and whistled.
I gave him a saucy nod. “Okay, so three old ladies are sitting on a bench, feeding the pigeons.”
“Is that a euphemism?” someone yelled.
“Maybe,” I said. “Anyway. A guy in a trench coat comes along and flashes them. The first old lady has a stroke. The second old lady has a stroke. But the third old ladycan’t quite reach.”I grinned as groans and laughter erupted.
“What does a robot do after a one-night-stand?”
“What?” the audience shouted.
