“No. I’ve workedin a few bars. I’m good, I promise, and I’m fast.”
“No, no, honey, wedon’t do fast here. The idea is for the men to stay as long as possible. To relax.To slow down. That’s what you’re going to be here for. I don’t want speed. Youwill take your time, move your body, and make every single guy wish they weretaking you home instead, understood?”
She jerked herhead in what she hoped was a nod but doubted it looked that graceful. In truth,she wanted to run back home, but she was a fighter. With a mother who sleptaround and rarely remembered her, she’d gotten used to sticking up for herself,and she wasn’t going to stop now.
“I will leave youto it. Enjoy this experience, Claire.” Gabriel placed his hand at her back. Thetouch was fleeting but his hand was gone within the next second. She watchedhim leave the room. Turning back to Casey, she found the woman watching her.
“I think the bestthing for you to do is to take your allotted tray and get to work. Don’t stareat the clients. Just serve them and leave. Smile and be gracious. Whatever yousee, you don’t see. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“Good. If yousurvive the night, we’ll see how long you can last.”
With a tray in herhands, Claire squared her shoulders and prepared for the night. She could dothis. Even with her black eye.
Heading out intothe main bar, the lights were dark and she entered the first room, coming to animmediate stop. This wasn’t like any strip club she’d ever seen in the movies.Three women were all dancing together but that wasn’t all, they were teasing,kissing, and making out. The men and even women were watching, like a visualorgy.
“Don’t just standthere, serve!” Casey hissed at her and she quickly jumped into action.
Moving to thefirst man, she took the orders, and she made sure to take her time, working theroom, bringing back orders.
She met Daniellawho worked as a bartender and was dressed in the same way as Claire. When oneroom was done, the next room was where she needed to go. Each room far morerevealing than the last. There were some places where the men were enjoying adrink and conversation, but until her black eye healed, she was told to leavethem. Casey’s orders.
By the end of thenight, it was nearly four in the morning. She was tired, her feet were killingher, and Gabriel waited outside.
She climbed intothe back of the car and settled beside him without a word. There was nothing tosay to him. What went on in the club would remain private and she wasn’t goingto break his rules to ask him questions.
Sitting back inthe car, she removed the heels and groaned. She needed to get used to theshoes, the clothes, and what she was going to see. She wasn’t a prude. None ofwhat she saw tonight disgusted her; if anything, it intrigued her.
From the momentshe’d lost her virginity to Tony, she’d found sex to be … boring. She’d had twopartners. David, who was her date on prom night, and that had been awful. ThenTony, who only fumbled in the dark. She didn’t exactly see the whole addiction tosex, but tonight, her body had awakened and she couldn’t help but wonder whatit would be like to be with a man who knew what to do.
Chapter Three
Two weeks later
“She’s hard-working.The men love her. I’ve had a few inquiries as to if she’s for sale for thenight,” Casey said.
Gabriel wasn’treally paying attention. Instead, he watched the monitors as Claire worked theroom. The bruise around her eye had finally faded. He’d already located her exand at this moment. Tony was being dragged into one of his casinos for a nicetalking to.
He shouldn’t behere.
For the past twoweeks he’d dropped her off, he got a basic update on her progress from Caseyand left. The dresses she wore were all the same as the first night, just different colors, each one designed to enhance herbeauty. All of his waitresses were dressed in clothes that complemented theirfigure.
Claire was allcurves. A nice pair of tits, hips, ass. Just watching her, he wanted to fuck her.
He’d found himselfarriving home more often than not wondering what delight he’d encounter, onlyto see she’d stopped dancing in her underwear. She covered up and was rarely inhis apartment. He had men following her. She was interviewing for other jobsbut hadn’t said anything to Rhianna about it.
His curiosityirritated him. For the longest time, he hadn’t cared for this woman. With herbeing in his home, part of his world, she’d started to invade more of histhinking space and he needed her out of it. This was for himself only.
“She’s not forsale.” He stepped away from the monitors and left the building.
Sitting in theback of his car, he pulled out his cell phone and saw the confirmation thatTony was indeed waiting for him.
He gave the ordersfor where they were to take him and with that, he sat back. Glancing down athis cell phone, he checked over his sister’s social media accounts. Every nowand then, he liked to make sure she wasn’t getting into trouble and as he did,he started to notice the pictures of Claire. There was one taken this morning.They were lying on the sofa, smiling, clearly with their legs across the backof the sofa. There were several like this through the years. Not all of themwith a nice, black leather sofa.
There were acouple of them at parties. He noticed one with Tony and Claire. The coupledidn’t exactly look happy. Claire leaned against Tony, but the man in questionappeared to be looking at another woman’s ass.
Claire had a greatass.
He closed his cellphone. He didn’t need to go through pictures to look at Claire. She waseverywhere he fucking looked. He hadn’t been with awoman since she’d been in his world and with his sister also hanging outregularly at his place, well, it was making things difficult.
He arrived at thecasino and went straight down to the basement again.
“Look, I don’tknow what this is about. I swear I didn’t do anything. Someone’s
