It didn't take me long to change into my dancing outfit. There wasn't much to it. A skimpy pair of boy shorts with a G-string underneath. I had a white vest that went on the top half of my body, but it would quickly come off once I started dancing.
After changing, I shoved my clothes back into my bag and then started putting on my makeup. A little blush to highlight my cheekbones, some dark eyeliner to draw attention to my eyes, and gloss for my lips, and I was ready to go.
I slid my phone into the pocket inside my bag and then zipped up my bag before opening the door and walking out. I headed directly to the hidden room where Cam was. The door was locked again so I turned and looked at Kirk.
"Can you open it so I can give Cam my bag?"
"Just set it by the door. You can pick it up when you come back."
"I am not leaving my bag out where anyone can get to it. I'd never see it again." I gestured to the door and tried to sound strong to hide the fear flushing every inch of my body. "Just open it, Kirk. The sooner you open it, the sooner I can get out on the floor."
Kirk grunted but pulled the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. Cam let out a little squeak when Kirk slammed the door open.
I walked into the room and held out my bag. I patted the side of it. "Can you keep an eye on my stuff while I'm out on the floor? I don't want anything to get misplaced."
"Yeah, sure." Cam took the bag and set it down next to him. "I'll make sure no one messes with it."
"Thanks."
"Let's go!" Kirk snapped. "The boss is waiting."
Cam tucked in his lips when I rolled my eyes, but his eyes were dancing with laughter. I hoped he figured out I'd left my phone in the bag before someone else found it.
I turned and walked back over to Kirk. "Let's get this over with."
Dancing was so not something I wanted to do right now. I was totally not feeling it. I just didn't think Brasov would take no for an answer. Considering he'd taken me prisoner and intended to sell me, I had no idea why he'd want me to dance.
Had to be money.
It was always the money.
Chapter Nine
~ Andrew ~
As nice as The Refectory was, I was starting to rethink my opinion of the place. The guy who'd taken up position in my lap was three sheets to the wind. He'd been drinking champagne just as fast as he could swallow it.
I wasn't sure that was such a good idea. I knew I was slowly sipping my scotch, but I had a reason to keep my head clear. If this guy had to be plowed in order to do his job, he needed to think about getting a new job.
I pushed Donny's hands away when he tried to unbutton my shirt. Not only did I not approve of drinking on the job or of someone so young working in a strip club I also refused to take advantage of someone who'd been drinking.
It was like fighting off an octopus.
"Donny." I grabbed the man's hands and held them between mine. "Can I get a menu?"
"Oh." His brow flickered as he stopped fighting me. "You're hungry?"
"Not really, but I thought you might be. Can I buy you dinner?"
"We're not supposed to eat while we're working."
"Nonsense," Crosby said as he leaned toward us, having obviously overheard us. "We're buying. I'm sure your boss won't mind." He waved Clark over. "We need to put in a food order."
"Of course, sir." Clark smiled brightly. "What can I get you?"
"Do you have steak and lobster?" Crosby asked with a hopeful tone in his voice.
"Yes, sir."
