Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,39
we get inside. Lucian vetted that guest list harder than he’s ever scoured through one before. He only invited trusted clientele and acquaintances to that level of the club tonight.”
I bristled at that news, even though I had expected it. Not everyone had the Devil stalking them, trying to make them into his newest slave. Lucifer hadn’t attempted to reach me beyond pulling me to him during stasis, which was strange, but he was terrified of Lucian and Spyder. Eventually, he would get tired of playing with me.
We entered the main club, and I peered up at the staircase leading to Lucian’s office, remembering the time I’d spent there. We’d wrecked it several times, yet every time I’d gone there, it was in pristine condition. The man loved organization and cleanliness. How he’d fallen for the hot mess express that I was, was a mystery.
Not bothering to waste time, I headed down the stairs that led into the darker side of his club. Entering, the staff stood at attention, watching me for any sign of weakness. The men that had acted as my shadows scattered, leaving me on my own.
“Danika, Amber, and Jasmine, with me,” I ordered, turning to look up at the window where I could feel Lucian staring at me, even through the darkened glass. How many times had that man fucked me against it, forcing me to think that the club below could see him railing me from behind? How many times had I come for him getting off on it and never told him? He had no idea of the monster he’d created, but he would soon enough.
The girls fell into step with me as we approached the bar. I nodded at Morris, the bartender, who was shirtless with barbells in his nipples, glinting as they caught the light above. Devlin sat on a barstool, his eyes raised to the window, making me wonder if Lucian’s men could see through it, whereas other creatures couldn’t.
“Morris, you procured the herbs, whiskey, and aphrodisiacs I requested for tonight, right?” I asked the moment I’d reached him.
“Yes, ma’am. There’s enough for three hundred people. Question though, isn’t the room limited to only one hundred guests?” he pried, scrutinizing me before flicking his gaze up to the window.
“It is, but most of our clients are immortals, and they’ll need more than the humans we’re supplying to whet their appetite before they head into the other rooms of the club. Are the girls ready for the stage, Danika?”
“Yes, Mistress. They’re in the uniforms you acquired, and I have instructed the men joining them on what to do for the show.”
“Servers are prepared as well?” I asked, directing the question to Amber.
“We’re ready, and they’re dressed to serve those who require their specific service. Some are clothed to indicate they’re off-limits, and the others who are open to being the entertainment are wearing the colors corresponding to their agreed-upon uses. We are distributing the menu to the one hundred guests allowed inside. As long as they follow the menu chart, they shouldn’t have an issue finding willing participants for the night. Men and women alike are wearing similar outfits so that all appetites are available to be satisfied.”
“And the others? The swings and poles are all set?” I asked, watching as Jasmine smirked.
“Dancers are at the ready below, as well as above. The ones for the bar are in costume and will enter after the guests arrive. The ones wearing body paint are receiving finishing touches, but they’ll be done in time for the doors to open.”
“Good, that’s good, everyone. Miller, help Morris prepare the trays, so the girls need only to carry them to tables when it is time. Let’s kill the lights and double-check that each of the sequences is prepared for the shows. Tonight needs to go off without a hitch, and the protective measures I’ve added need to work. It will prevent our girls from being abused or accidentally taken to feed the wrong clientele. Lucian is entrusting us to run the show, and I don’t intend to let him down.”
Tapping the bar, I watched Morris pour the amber whiskey into the glass before he pushed it to where my fingers sat. My eyes slowly flicked to the double-sided window of Lucian’s office, finding him visible as he studied me. I held up my glass to him, and he lifted his in return before we both downed our drinks together.