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And thanks to that, my dedication to my job, and my boss who is one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met, I’m able to afford a dorm room by myself. No need to share with anyone. There aren’t many college kids who get this luxury. Next year, I won’t be staying on campus at all. If everything goes well tonight, I should have a permanent job in the private rooms, making triple what I make now which means I’ll be skipping the apartment scene, and go straight to buying a house.
If my parents were alive, they’d be proud. Maybe not happy aboutwhatI do, but proud of all I have in life. I know that for a fact. They weren’t very judgmental and were always open-minded and supportive.
I shut and lock the door after entering my dorm room, dropping my bag onto the bench to my right and kick off my shoes. Stripping off my clothes on the way to my bedroom, I drop them as I go, leaving them where they land. Sunday is cleaning day, every other day I do what the fuck I want. I grab my favorite toy—the one that suctions around my clit so perfectly—from my drawer of goodies that’s beside my bed and bounce to the bathroom, ready to shower and get off all at the same time. I have only an hour to get ready, but I have a feeling neither of these things will take too long.
ChapterTwo
Ipush the car door open and step out, waving to the Uber driver before shutting the door.
“Thanks!” I call to him, and he gives me a smile in return.
The car stays in place until the back door is opened, and he only leaves once he sees I’m safely inside. Gary has been a regular Uber driver for me over the last couple of years. It just so happens he snags my requests when I put them in. At first it was purely coincidence; now he looks out for them. Over time, we got to chatting about all sorts of things, and I’ve found he’s become something resembling a friend.
“Ready for your big night?” Luiz, one of the bouncers here atThe Horsemen, asks.
“Sure am.” I grin at him before continuing down the hall.
This club is the safest in town, hands down. The doors are never left unguarded, even though they stay locked at all times. Our boss, Moscow—no, that’s not his real name—has dealt with more than enough stalkers over the years to know how to handle them. The guys who watch the doors get paid well and have to meet two criteria in order to even be considered for the job. Be no less than six-foot-five and have zero problem with beating someone with a tire iron if they step out of line.
I’ve been lucky enough to not have someone become obsessed with me yet, or so I think, but I’ve seen some of the other girls deal with it and it’s nothing less than stressful. This job isn’t always easy, but the money is worth it. If you get a job here and make it through your trial period, you usually stay.
At the end of the hallway, I take a right and press the button for the elevator. I did my hair and makeup at home, but always wait to change until I’m here because being in public in the outfit I have picked out for tonight is not a smart thing to do. Moscow tells all of his girls to change here, and never dare to walk around in anything less than what their great-grandmothers would approve of. Of course no one takes him literally, but the girls who come in are almost always in sweatpants and sweatshirts, even in the warmer weather.
The elevator doors open and I step on, pressing the button for the third floor. When it stops, and the doors open again, I’m met with a stern look from Eugene, one of our scarier bouncers who has only one eye and a missing tongue, thanks to a gang war he was in before he got his job here. He nods his head at me and I smile, walking by him and into the dressing room.
The area back here, including the elevators, are used by staff only. And up on the third floor, where I am now, you’ll only find people who work in the sex club portion. Security, bouncers, management, and the Dolls—the girls who get to have all the fun, a.k.a., me. Stripping is for the first floor, since it’s easier to kick people out on the street when they get out of hand, which tends to happen thanks to the full bar and five stages.
Did I mention The Horsemen is one of the best clubs to get a job at?
“Vixen!” Missy screeches, running over to me. Her bare tits jiggle and bounce on the way, considering she’s topless, which is a normal sight to see around here. I’ve seen more boobs than I can count. Missy wraps her arms around me and gives a little squeeze, smelling like vanilla. “I am so freaking excited you finally made it here!”
“Girl, me too,” I say, placing my bag onto my vanity. It’s pink with gold trim, and my name has been placed on the top portion of the mirror in a bright sparkly gold vinyl. I glance at Missy who is back in her seat, two tables down. We’re the only two in here right now. The rest of the girls are probably checking their rooms already. “I can’t believe this is real,” I say mostly to myself, but loud enough for her to hear.
She gets up, tugs on her sheer white lingerie top before stepping into her heels. “Well, you better believe it because it’s happening.”
She places a kiss on my cheek as she walks by, leaving the room and me alone.
We each get our own room to run on the nights we are hired for. For me, it’s Wednesdays and Fridays. There is one other girl who will use the room I’m in on the days I’m not here, minus Mondays when the club is closed. I don’t know her too well, but I know her enough and Missy said she’s cool, and I trust her and her judgment.
Missy is in her late thirties but you’d never know it. She looks as young as me, but she’s been like a mother to me since getting this job. Showing me the ropes and making sure I hang with the right people. So when she says someone is cool, I believe her.
Which is good because I don’t want to share a room with someone who is going to do some shady shit. I don’t want to go in there and find cum on the chandelier.
Yes, Moscow has people who come in and clean and they do a good job, but us girls who work in those rooms do better to make sure we clean up after ourselves. It’s only right. Because yeah, some wild shit happens in those rooms.
The sex club portion of The Horsemen is on the third floor, along with half of the fourth floor which is for the extra kinky folks. There are fifteen rooms on this floor, all with different “themes,” if you will. Clients have to schedule their room ahead of time to get the one they want. We do accept walk-ins, but they aren’t guaranteed to get what they’re looking for as the room may be booked. If you’re really into getting spanked by a naughty nurse, you better book that shit ahead of time and be specific about your wants. Pretty much anything goes here, as long as you plan ahead.
Missy, for example, plays the innocent virgin who loves a good fucking. The men get out their fantasies with her because their wives can’t handle the fact they don’t want vanilla sex. Is it right? No, not really, but who am I to judge? It’s not my life. Besides, maybe some of these guys’ wives know about them coming here and are cool with it.
In Kia’s room, one of the girls I’ve only ever heard of, you’ll find so much rope you won’t know what to do with it. She’s a master with knots and will have you tied up in record time, begging her to let you come.
Tiana’s room is referred to as the torture chamber because the guys who go to see her get off on pain and she loves inflicting it.
My point is, this club is completely non-judgmental and caters to just about any kink you can think of.
Since I’m new and still learning the ropes, I don’t have a specific theme to my room yet, instead I’ll be offering basic BDSM stuff until I’m confident in what I’m doing and my clients show they’re satisfied. Then, I can come up with my own idea for what I want to do, though I may leave it like this even after I’m out of my trial phase. I kind of like not knowing what I’m going to get, thanks to getting most of the walk-ins. At the same time, that also means I get a lot of the crazy guys who get pissed when they can’t get what they want. I never feel unsafe though. Each room has someone watching it at all times from the opposite end of the two-way mirror that is in each of the rooms.
Focusing in the mirror, I touch up my makeup before pulling my hair back into a tight, high pony tail that still hangs to my shoulders. Men love my long hair. I go in with it up on most days and leave with it down and messed.
