“Is everything okay here?” My boss Eliza interrupts.
Oh no. I’ve hardly seen her out on the floor since I started and she chooses now to show up. She glances between the two of us in question.
Cameron regains his composure. “I was just asking Vivienne to give me a lap dance.” He fakes a smile.
My mouth drops open in horror. What the hell is he doing?
Eliza smiles warmly. “I’m sorry, Vivienne doesn’t work in that part of the club, although I’m trying to persuade her.” She puts her arm around me affectionately.
Cameron narrows his eyes at me in contempt.
“I just work at the bar…” I interrupt.
“I can get someone else to give you a lap dance, sir?” Eliza smiles warmly.
Cameron’s eyes meet mine. “Yeah. That would be fantastic.”
I glare at him.
“I’ll make sure you are well looked after tonight, sir.” Eliza smiles. “Take a seat down in chair two and I will have one of our best girls on your lap in just a moment.”
His eyes hold mine for a moment before he smirks and disappears down the stairs.
My anger starts to boil. So he expects me to watch him get a lap dance from another woman?
Like hell.
“I will do his lap dance, Eliza.”
She frowns. “Are you sure?”
“Yep.”
“Do you know what to do?”
“Yes, I sat in on Ebony’s class the other night before my shift.” Thankfully Ebony teaches lap dancing classes once a month for the new girls, and I just happened to arrive early.
She smiles and grabs my hand in hers. “You’re going to love it. I can’t tell you how excited I am for you.” She glances down at me. “You will have to go and get the correct uniform on.”
I nod. “Okay.” I turn my attention back to Cameron as I watch him down on the level below, talking to a girl as she gets his drink. He listens attentively to something she says and then he smiles sexily before he falls into the large, leather chair and makes himself comfortable as he waits for his private dance.
Asshole.
I’m raging mad. I couldn’t see him tonight, so he comes here to fuck an Escape girl on the sly.
Oh, he’s something else.
He may not survive this. He may bleed to death when I bite off his dick mid dance.
I march to the dressing room where the assistant is folding clothes.
“I need a lap dancing uniform,” I snap.
She frowns.
“Please,” I add. Oh hell, this isn’t her fault. What’s wrong with me? “Sorry for being rude.”
She is in her fifties and kind looking, curvy, with a perfect silver bob hairstyle. She’s also very well dressed. “Are you okay, dear?” she asks.
I nod as I try to calm my anger. “Yes…” I pause. “I’m just having a really shitty night, you know?”
She smiles. “Oh, I know.”
I smile back. She’s nice.
“What size are you?”
I look up to the clothes hanging perfectly on the rack and I blow out a breath. “I don’t know.”
“Undress and put this on.” She hands me the cream, sheer, small organza top, and I stare down at it.
“I don’t think I can do this…” I sigh.
“Sure you can.” She hands me a pair of skimpy leather shorts and I glance around, looking for a change room.
“Just dress here darling, I’ve seen it all.”
Oh man. Okay. I slide my leather skirt down my legs and stand before her in my lace panties before I slide the short hot pants up and into place. I turn and glance at my behind in the mirror. “Oh jeez. These are skimpy.”
“That’s the plan, love.” She laughs. “Take your top off.”
I close my eyes. I can’t believe I’m taking my clothes off in front of this woman. I glance around nervously and slide my leather, lace up top off over my shoulders. I stand before her, topless and vulnerable. No other woman has ever seen my boobs before. Not even my mom, I don’t think.
She smiles. “You are lovely and have nothing to be ashamed of.” She hands the top to me and I take it, sliding it on. It’s so short that the bottom of my breasts are peeking out from underneath it. She straightens my wig and passes me a lip-gloss. I turn to the mirror and reapply.
I blow out a breath.
“Any man would be lucky to lay eyes on you in that,” She says softly.