and the smell of ylang ylang, sandalwood, and patchouli stirred up the lust of all who entered the place, while simultaneously attempting to mask the unmistakable aroma of sex and pulsing pheromones. I tried not to think about it so often, but it wasn’t odd for me to enter the club and immediately become wet and aroused. That by itself made my current situation that much more difficult to bear.
"How are things going with Kevin?" Suzy asked, pulling me from my thoughts as she looked in the mirror and carefully applied a set of false eyelashes to her left eye. The results were amazing as she leaned back and blinked, taking in her reflection. It was no wonder that Suzy was approached to work here by one of the owners. My good friend and roommate stood about 5 inches taller than me and she looked like she had just walked off the runway at the Victoria's Secret fashion show. Her high, full breasts were a marvel and it made sense why half the men in the club immediately turned their attention toward her stunning figure. Even fully clothed, Suzy was the woman every guy in the club wanted and she was completely out of reach for them.
“Ugh…Kevin. Well, that’s over.”
When I had left our apartment for work earlier in the day I had been on the phone with Kevin, hashing out an argument we had continued from the night before. In the end it looked like we weren’t going to be able to come to any sort of agreement.
Suzy looked my way and gave me a sad frown. Pulling me close, she gave me a hug, careful not to smudge her carefully applied makeup. She had a super thick cat eye look going on tonight and it made her look twice her normally sexy self. She was in school to be a makeup artist so she was always trying out new looks that never failed to impress the clientele at Club V.
“Thanks,” I said as I pulled back from the hug. “I’m just going to freshen up a little bit and then I’ll be out there to join you.”
“See you in a few then,” Suzy said as she stood and smoothed out her tight miniskirt and pulled back the curtain to head out to the bar.
I turned and looked at my own reflection. No one else was coming on shift soon so I had the place to myself and could check out my appearance without anyone witnessing it.
My long, wavy blonde hair was down, the way I usually wore it and had a tousled kind of beachy look to it. No wonder Tommy had reached for me. I had to admit it was about as sexy as my hair ever looked and it made me grin. My hazel eyes, flecked with green looked a little mysterious and were just unique enough that I always got compliments on them, especially in the low light of the club. The sconces, bar, and table lighting provided just the right amount of luminescence to make them sparkle brightly. I had been told more than once that they were mesmerizing and I always tried to do my eye makeup in green and gold tones to accentuate this feature.
My high cheek bones, inherited from my grandmother, didn’t hurt my overall appearance either. I had no need for contouring as it was already there and I was grateful for that small, genetic mercy. A mole above my upper lip had been an annoyance to me as a child, but now it was the sort of provocative beauty mark that men and women alike complimented me on constantly.
I stood then and frowned. The one thing I would change about myself if I could was my height. At five feet, four inches tall I was one of the shorter women on the bar staff and it made reaching things on the high shelves a job for Suzy instead of me. But my weight was in check and my hips flared to a kind of curve that I knew caught the eye of many people I walked past. My breasts were the show stoppers though. I might have been on the short and smaller side at 125 pounds, but my 38C breasts were something I took a lot of pride in showing off whenever I could. The club allowed Suzy and I to wear our own clothing instead of the standard club issued uniforms and she and I usually chose tight, extremely low cut tanks or scoop-necked t-shirts. It was one of the more comfortable things about our job—we got to be the fun girls at the bar and most of the time it didn’t even feel like work.
I smoothed out my own miniskirt and turned to take a look at my backside.
“You’ve got a fabulous ass,” I said to myself with a laugh and turned to make my way back out to the bar, for another night at Club V.
2
“Who’s ready for another round?” I called across the crowded bar, waving a large bottle of reposado tequila toward the patrons with a wink. I received a few ‘whoop’s’ and nods and after I had poured another 12 shots I returned with a $50 bill between my now sweating breasts, placed there ever so generously by Tommy along with his business card, to stand beside Suzy who was adding drinks to a tab.
“Seriously, the ad must have worked. I cannot believe how many new faces I’m seeing here tonight.”
Suzy was right. The place was buzzing with the energy of new visitors to the club and I hoped it meant that plenty of them would be signing up for membership. I knew that once a lot of these people got a taste of what the club had to offer they would have a hard time not returning to scratch the itch it inevitably infected them with.
“You’re doing a great job,” I said, bumping her with my hip. “Really, the place hasn’t been like this in a long time and I think Stew is going to noticed we’ve stepped up to the plate.”
“Look who’s talking,” Suzy said as she grinned and looked down at the $50 bill I pulled out of my cleavage. “Girl, they love you here. Don’t you ever forget it. They couldn’t ask for a better bartender than you. You’re going places.”
I smiled, happy that the strange feeling in my stomach from earlier in the night had left me. I was still uncertain where it had all been coming from. Maybe it was nothing more than my run in with Kevin on the phone that had made me feel funny about coming into work tonight. Either way, I put the thoughts aside and focused on what was in front of me. Suzy was right—I was making tips hand over fist and at this rate I would be able to pay down double on my loans this month. I knew how lucky I was to have this job and there was nothing in the world that was going to lure me away from the club.
“Ladies!” My brief reverie was over as our manager, Stew, made his way through the crowd and behind the bar. Stew was a massive guy at 6’7’ and 290 pounds. A former linebacker, he was now in charge of all the sales here at the club.
He looked around and motioned a hand down the length of the bar. “You two are amazing. Thank you so much for taking on the extra burden of all the new patrons. I don’t think the owners knew just how well it was going to pay off when they placed that ad, but here we are and it looks like it’s going to be amazing.”
“Happy to see it,” I said with a genuine smile.
“Now that I’ve sufficiently oiled the cogs, I do have a favor to ask you specifically, Samara.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Okay?”
“I know tomorrow is your day off, but—”
“Do you need me to come in? That’s no problem.” I blurted the words out. I was always happy to pick up an extra shift.
Stew shook his head. “Well, not exactly. I’m going to bump Lori up to help out Suzy tomorrow night, but I was wondering if you would be able to go to the New York location tomorrow night? They have a big event and combined with the added traffic because of that ad campaign, they need as many hands on deck as they can get. You’ll be paid time and a half.”
My eyes went wide. I had never worked at the New York location of Club V before. I hadn’t ever stepped a foot inside the place, but I knew about it by reputation. And the reputation
