“This is the VIP room,” Sebastian says, and I almost miss the last step, as he turns on the lights. My eyes widen, as I take in the huge room. It’s an exact replica of the main room downstairs, only there is one stage here. It still dominates the room, and I smile, knowing I’ll be up there soon. “Only a select-clientele book this room, since it’s charged per hour, plus an additional five grand.” Meaning, only the high rollers want this room. “It’s mostly used for larger parties.”
Still taking in the room, I notice the huge sectional, sitting in front of the stage. There are tables and chairs spread out, and there is even a fully functioning bar. Thinking about how large the groups must be to book this room, I ask, “One girl handles all of this?”
“No. The larger the group is, the more girls that we require to entertain the clients.”
“Makes sense.” Turning towards him, I have to open my mouth to suck in air. Fuck. He’s to goddamn good looking. Shaking myself out of his trance, I ask, “What other requirements are there, other than having the cash?”
“They have to be approved by me.” He says, as he places both of his hands in his front pockets. How am I just now realizing what he’s wearing? It must be because I was so shocked by how my body reacted to him. Either that, or how entranced I seem to be around him. The black suit makes him seem more refined and professional, and quite honestly, I really like what I’m seeing.
His eyes narrow at me, and I quickly avert my gaze. “So, you’re the person that runs the VIP room, and then who books them, right?”
“Yes. This is my part of helping run the club, and Viktor handles everything else.”
Keeping my eyes on the wall on the right, I ask, “How long have you worked here?”
After a few moments pass, I slowly look back at him, wondering why he’s ignoring my question. Once my eyes meet those intense green ones, I swallow, feeling my stomach clench with an ache I’ve never felt before. His eyes have me locked down, as if I can’t move without permission. It’s sort of freeing actually, but it shocks me more than anything.
No one, not even one single man that I’ve ever been with, has ever made me act like this before.
Gazing at Sebastian, it makes me want to get on my knees and tell him to do whatever he wants with me. Especially, as he takes a hand out of the pocket of his suit, touching his lip. Fuck, those lips. I never thought a man’s lips could be beautiful, but now, I digress.
I wish I had his lips on mine.
All over my body would be nice, too.
Before I realize what’s going on, he walks over to me, and I begin to pant, as he comes closer. What’s happening here? Can he feel this sudden attraction, too? The look in his eyes tells me that, yes, he can. God, those green eyes shine back at me with lust, want, and need.
Fuck.
I want to fill that need.
I want to give him every single thing he wants.
As he reaches me, I can’t take it anymore. I glance down, unable to hold his gaze any longer. It’s like something inside of me is telling me to look away, and the vibe he’s giving me lets me know that I made the right choice. Honestly, I’m not sure what is going on here, but I sense something in him that I crave.
Like a moth to a flame, I want him to burn me. I want him to do every single thing my mind has ever dreamed about.
When his fingers touch my chin, lifting it to look up at him, I’m helpless not to follow the silent command. Meeting his gaze, my entire body breaks out in goosebumps. A rush of adrenaline flows through me, making me feel as if I’m suddenly warm all over. My stomach clenches with want and need, as my pussy is suddenly soaking wet and ready for him.
All. With. One. Look.
His gaze holds mine for a moment, before I notice his jaw clenching. “Go home, Trixie.” Frowning, I start to ask why, but he quickly cuts me off. “Go. Home. Now.”
My body jerks, as if someone electrocuted me, but I do as I’m told.
I turn, and then I quickly leave.
I do exactly what he commanded of me, and I don’t even wonder why I did it, until I make it to my apartment.
Present
Walking into the dressing room, I quickly find my station, and then sit down. The room is filled with beautiful, half naked women, but that doesn’t surprise me. It’s a Saturday night, so it’s busy as usual. Glancing around the room, I take in the dark purple walls, the clothes racks, the lockers, and even the wall of shoes. I look at all the vanities, realizing for the first time, how many women have been added in the past five years.
It makes me sad, knowing how happy these girls are, and I’m just … not.
Dancing used to be such a rush for me. It used to fill the void inside of me. It used to make me feel alive. Now, it’s just a job. I don’t even need the money anymore. In fact, after I worked here for a year, I had enough money to stop using student loans. I had more than enough to cover the rest of my college education, bills, and pretty much anything else I had to pay for. All the money I make now, just goes straight into my savings.
Glancing at myself in the mirror, I hold my gaze, wondering what’s happened to me. I used to love coming here to
