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None of the girls knew what Chance did, only Char had access to that information and she was tight lipped. All we knew was that he made Ocean Side a lot of money and I was expected to give him the royal treatment. What Chance wanted, Chance was supposed to get. After he first reserved a session with me, Char had asked me if I was interested in going to the sex club downstairs with my VIP clients and I refused. I had a feeling he asked her to see if I would change my mind. Gabe had been so pissed when I told him. He told me if Chance so much as stepped out of line, he would gladly stalk him home and “take care of him.” After I calmed him down, I told him I would handle it.When Chance came in the next day, I made it clear that sex was off the table and Char hasn’t bothered me since. Char leaned back against the counter, her eyes scanning the floor.
“You’re still not going?” Char asked. The hint was clear and I really didn’t care for it. She’s my manager, not my client’s.
“No,” I said.
“Time is money, Luna. You shouldn’t keep him waiting,” she reminded me. While that’s true with most of the clients, it’s not true with Chance.
“I know, Char. I know what my VIPs like and think you need to remember that they’re my VIPs, not yours. Have I ever struggled to bring in money?” I asked. She was really starting to irritate me and I was struggling not to let it show in my tone.
“Mm-hmm. Does that mean you’ve started sleeping with him?” Char asked. Her question was like a bucket of water on the flames of my irritation.
“I don’t have to sleep with them,” I snapped. I shook my head. I can’t believe she was back to this. I’ve almost been here for two years and she’s doing this again. I shook my head. “You know what? I’ll take another round, Randy.”
I kept my eyes locked on Char’s until he placed the shot glasses on the counter. I turned from her and threw them back. I normally tried to pace myself, but Goddess, she was pressing me. Her eyes were hooded as she leaned in close again.
“There’s nothing wrong with going downstairs and there’s nothing wrong with those who choose to. I simply wanted to know if you had changed your stance on the whole thing, which you clearly have not. Don’t go judging those that do it. No one is too good for money, Luna. How long have you been working here now and you still think you’re too good for it?” Char asked.
She wasn’t trying to pressure me, but there was a saying going around that said all girls eventually ended up downstairs. I didn’t want to be one of those girls. I don’t think I’d be able to come back from selling my body, because that’s what it would be, a transaction where they got my body and I got their money. I placed the shot glass down on the counter and turned from my manager. I didn’t think I was too good for it, nor did I judge or condemn the girls that went down there and sold their body. It just wasn’t for me and I wouldn’t forgive myself if I did. I’d drawn a line between my customers and I wasn’t going to change that for a few extra bucks. I think my sanity was at least worth that much. The thought of giving myself over to them for money made me feel filthy. Another thing I wasn’t going to do was sit here and let her judge me for it.
“If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got someone to service,” I spat.
I held my head high and walked away from her. I fought down the tears that threatened to come up. I had come a long way from where I was two years ago. I’d made peace with my night job and I took it as not only what I needed to do, but something I enjoyed doing. Eyes followed me as I walked past the doors on my way to my ever so patient client in room 2. It was the second largest room available and Chance’s favorite. When I stopped in front of the door, I took a deep breath and pushed it open. The VIP room was darker than the main area in the club. The only source of lights in the dim room were the neon blue lights that ran along the walls.
My hips swayed with each step and the sequin pieces of my skirt moved, making light droplet noises that almost sounded like rain on a tin roof as I moved. The music was muffled in here and I walked past the man sitting in the chair meant for the entertainment, meant for me. I didn’t stop until I got to the red suede sofa that ran along the back wall. I took a seat and looked at my thighs as I leaned back until I leaned against the soft material.
I lifted my eyes to where Chance sat, in my peripheral vision, I noted that his jacket was hanging by the door. My gaze trailed over his short black hair, gritted jaw, thin lips, and downcast eyes. The sleeves of his button up shirt was folded up, revealing the veins in his forearms.
“Up,” I commanded.
In an instant, his piercing gray eyes lifted and locked on mine. The corner of his lip twitched with the need to smile, but he didn’t deserve to be happy right now. I was in a sour mood thanks to Char. Common practice here at Ocean Side was to build up our VIP clients up, make them feel like they were gods gift to mankind, their god at least. But that wasn’t what went down between me and Chance, no. Thanks to Chance’s title, he was used to people kissing his ass and falling over themselves to do whatever they could to make him feel good. In here, he was just a man. With me, he wanted the opposite and that worked out today, more so than usual. I needed Chance to do everything in his power to make me happy.
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