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“I don’t do the champagne room,” I said, and it was almost regretfully, for once.
“I do,” Corona, the one on his lap, said seductively.
“You could get both of us for the price of her,” Melly, the one at his back, added.
I shrugged and turned away.I wasn’t being coy.I just didn’t do it.Sure, it was more money, but things got out of hand in there.I’d learned that valuable lesson on my first day, and hadn’t gone back since.It was easy enough to persuade anyone who asked to take someone else.Someone cheaper and more willing.
“A lap dance with the curtain drawn, then,” he offered loud enough to be heard over the distance and music.
I almost turned back.It was half tempting, but I didn’t do lap dances either.Those were harder to avoid than the back room, but I’d gotten good at avoiding a lot of things.My shift consisted solidly of stage dances and handing out cocktails and cigarettes between sets.
Some, well, quite a few, took a liking to me specifically, and tried to press the point.I’d learned to dip out of those situations artfully, and found the proper ass to fit the proper lap whenever asked, and if that didn’t work, I just pointed out that I was quadruple the charge, and that tended to solve the problem.
I thought the matter settled, but as I was handing out another round of cocktails, an agitated Corona tapped aggressively on my shoulder until I gave her my attention.
“That Russian business guy wants you, and he’s not budging.He’s a high roller.Benny lets you get away with just about anything, but if you piss this guy off, I guarantee even you will catch serious hell for it.”
I sighed.The bossy Russian did not like to hear no.Somehow I wasn’t surprised.“I’ll go talk to him after I hand out these drinks,” I told her, my tone bland.Corona had an appetite for drama, and I made a point of never feeding it to her.
I finished with my drink orders, grabbed a bottle of our best champagne and two glasses, and headed straight for trouble.
The bossy Russian was all alone by then, lounging back against a cushioned bench, his eyes all over me.
Each of the VIP sections had its own table with a pole for private dances.I set the bottle and glasses on the table, giving him a tentative smile.“Champagne?” I asked.
“Only if you drink it with me,” he said, eyes heavy lidded.
I poured us both a glass without another word.I didn’t drink a lot on the job, and I never got drunk, and unlike most of the girls, I never used drugs, but I wasn’t opposed to a glass or two of champagne, or even the occasional shot of liquor to take the edge off.
“Tell me your name,” he ordered.
I smiled.“Delilah.”
His eyes narrowed.“Your real name, not your stripper name.”
“Delilah is all you’re getting tonight,” I told him resolutely.
“How about a private dance on the pole, curtain drawn,” he offered the compromise as more of a statement than a question.
I smiled.That I could do.“Only if you promise to behave yourself.”
“That’s no fun,” he shot back in that sexy as hell accent of his.
He had a point.I took a long drink of champagne and closed the curtain.
“Clothes off,” he ordered as I stepped up onto the table.
“Are you always this bossy?” I asked him, taking another drink.
“Pretty much.Everything, even the G-string.Off.”
“I keep that on.One of my rules.But the rest is negotiable.How do you want it?Should I take them off while I dance, or do you just want me to strip down now?”My tone was challenging and more than a touch sarcastic.
He didn’t take offense.“Strip down now.”He stood suddenly.“I can help.”
I found myself tempted, more tempted than I’d ever been, to cross that line.I wanted his hands on me.The very thought was more intoxicating than the champagne.
“Rules,” I reminded him.“No hands on the girls, remember?”
