She tosses the corset aside and passes me a pretty orange bralette that will go well with my brown slacks. I pull that over my head and get the girls situated, and then she hands me a flowy orange top. It’s cropped, so when I reach up, you’ll be able to see my midriff. It’s a little see-through, but it’s classy and pretty, and I actually like it.
“We have all kinds of costumes around here,” she says with a wink as I pull on the top. “It’s fun to play with them. This is a great color on you and matches your pants. Now, let me touch up your makeup.”
“You’re being really nice to me.”
She pauses and glances back at me as she opens her locker and pulls out her makeup bag. “Why wouldn’t I? I like you. You’re new here, and I was new here once, too.”
“How long have you been here?”
“About three years. I work reception some nights, and some nights, I’m in the playroom.”
I swallow hard. “Do you …?”
“Have sex with the members? Of course, I do. And it’s fun as hell. But it’s not for everyone. Rita doesn’t. I don’t think she’s ever set foot in the playroom, let aloneone of the private rooms. It’s whatever you prefer. Mr. Alexander is firm on everyone being comfortable.”
“Mr. Alexander?” I ask as she brushes some eye shadow on my eyes.
“He’s the owner. He’s hot, like,so fucking hot, but he doesn’t fraternize with the employees or the members. He’s professional. And he’s really, really good to his staff. Generous. He looks intimidating because he hardly smiles, but he’s fair.”
I nod, trying to take it all in.
“I don’t even know what my salary is.”
“Well, I know they’re eager to fill that spot at the bar, so they’ll go over it all with you soon. They’re generous. I don’t think you’ll do better on the Strip.”
She smiles as she steps back and takes in her handiwork.
“Okay, you’re ready. Have a look in that mirror and tell me what you think.”
I step over and then stare.Wow.My makeup isn’t over the top, but it’s bolder. The outfit is really pretty. I raise my arms, and sure enough, I get a full view of my midsection, bruises and all, but I’ll be careful.
“Come on,” Scarlett says. “I have to get back to reception, and you have a new gigto get to.”
I thoughtRita was going to cry when Scarlett introduced me. Max grinned, raised his chin in hello, and kept pouring drinks.
They’re both gorgeous. Everyone here is stunning. Rita’s a tiny thing, with bleach-blond hair and piercings everywhere. She moves fast, and the customers love her.
Max is a Greek god. He’s tall, wide, cut, and has the most perfect white smile I’ve ever seen. He looks like he should be on the cover ofMen’s Health.
And based on all the smiles, waves, and flirtatious kisses blown his way, he’s clearly popular with the ladies. I mean, what’s not to love?
“How are you with an old-fashioned?” Rita asks me.
“I’m great with it.”
She nods. “The guy at the end of the bar wants one.”
I glance over and feel my heart thump in my throat.
Holy fucking shit.
That man is … I don’t even know.
He’s sitting, but I can tell he’s a big man. His broad shoulders fill out his suit perfectly, his biceps bulging under the material. Tattoos peek up from the collar of his shirt and run down his hands to his knuckles. His dark hair is styled perfectly, while vivid blue eyes stare right back at me.
He wings up an eyebrow, and it shakes me loose from my stare.
He wants an old-fashioned, idiot.
