“To be quite frank about it, we're desperate. We’re already understaffed today as it is, that’ll teach me to never let Joe do the roster again. Please, Quinn. I'll pay you double,” she offers.
Double?
I run a hand through my hair and blow out a breath. I really could use the extra money. “Yeah, okay. I'm on my way.”
“Thank you so much, Quinn, you’re a lifesaver. I really appreciate it. See you soon.”
“See you soon.” I hang up and toss my phone back onto the couch beside me.
Dwight is gonnaloveme.
I promised him I wouldn’t miss any more school and here I am doing exactly that.
I pull up my emails on my laptop and begin my message.
Dear Professor Evans,
I am afraid I will be unable to attend our one-to-one this afternoon as I’ve been called into work early. I'm very sorry for the inconvenience and for the short notice. Would it be possible to rearrange?
Regards,
Quinn Taylor
I grab everything I need, including my outfits for tonight at the club and shove it into my bag and leave my apartment.
Dwight’s not going to like me skipping his tutorial session, but when money’s involved, I need as much as I can get my hands on.
Chapter 23
Dwight
“Icannot believe you talked me into this,” I say, glancing to my right where Logan walks beside me. “After the other night I should know never to listen to you again.”
“You are indireneed of a night out, and what better way to do that than go to a strip club? It’ll be fun, you’ll see. What could be better than watching fucking hot girls in tight, barely-there lingerie, shake their tits and dry-hump a stripper pole?”
I roll my eyes and laugh as we come to a stop outside the club.Leather 'n' Lace, the name doesn’t really leave much to the imagination about what goes on here.
We step inside the club after paying the doorman, and head down the long narrow corridor that leads to a large room, small round tables dotted across the floor. I’m actually pleasantly surprised, the images I had in my mind werewayoff base. It’s not as dingy as I thought it’d be.
The whole room dimly lit, the main source of light coming from the large stage off to the right, a thick chrome pole stretching floor to ceiling in the centre, where a girl is currently grinding against it toGirls, Girls, Girlsby Motley Crue. She’s wearing a leather bra and lace panties, fishnet stockings and knee-high leather boots.
“Oh yeah! Rock night!”Logan shouts over the music, clamping a hand down on my shoulder and steering me to a small round table in the corner of the room.
A tall brunette wearing a strappy lingerie set that barely covers her takes our drinks orders and returns a few moments later and sets them on the table.
The girl on the stage drops to all fours and crawls to the edge of the stage towards a man who slips her a few bills into her thong before working her way back up the pole and continuing her dance.
“Fuck,” Logan exhales, reclined back in his seat with his eyes glued to the girl.
Sure, she’s beautiful, but it’s not doing anything for me, if anything I’m bored. Despite the few dates I did go on back in Florida, there was never any attraction on my part, in truth, I haven’t been attracted to anyone in three years, until now.
I know it’s wrong to want her, but I can’t help it. One look at Quinn and my mind fills with all of the things I want to do to her,withher, but I can’t let my fantasies become reality.
I want to kiss her and spank her ass in equal measure. When I got that email from her just before our session was due to begin I was both seething and worried. I was angry at the fact that she'd let me down and worried because I didn’t know if what she was telling me was the truth, and I’m still not satisfied she's telling me everything.
“Can I interest you in a private dance, handsome?” a petite blonde in a skimpy red bra and panties asks me, snapping me from my thoughts.
“No, thank you.”
