Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Where are these guys, anyways? Sighing, I look down at myself. Well, I’m certainly dressed for the part of a seductress in my shimmery bra top and naughty g-string. The tiny bits of fabric highlight my big breasts, not to mention my round ass and narrow waist. Plus, I’ve topped it off with a pair of matching, nude-colored heels that make my legs look a mile-long, and done my make-up so that it’s subtle, yet glamorous at once. These guys won’t even know what hit them, and I smile secretively to myself, brimming with anticipation.
At that moment, the three men stroll into the lounge and the breath catches in my throat because goodness, they’re handsome. Brad, Casey, and James seem even taller than before, their ebony hair glinting in the low lights. They’re dressed in dark suits which highlight broad shoulders and wide chests, and I can’t but help peek at their groins. Their suit pants are loose, so it’s tough to discern, but I can faintly make out the imprint of a snake on Brad’s thigh and my mouth goes dry. Holy cow, it reaches almost to his knee and my thighs squeeze together as a rush of pleasure makes my pussy run.
But I have to play the part of a sexy hostess because I’m the one who instigated this encounter, after all.
“Hi,” I murmur, standing to greet them with a sweet smile. “It’s so nice to see you again.”
The men tower over me before leaning forwards to kiss my cheek.
“Hi yourself, sweetheart,” James rasps, his blue eyes trailing all over my nearly-nude form. “You look gorgeous.”
“Oh thank you,” I titter while looking at him from beneath my lashes. “I’m glad you like it. But would you like some food? Drinks? My friend Peyton is working the bar today, and I can ask her to bring something over.”
Sure enough, the pretty blonde waves from where she stands, a bowl of mixed nuts ready. But the three men shake their heads, their hungry gazes only for me.
“Naw, why don’t we get started honey?” James rasps while patting the cushion next to him on the couch. “Tell us a little about yourself.”
I giggle while sinking into the soft seat.
“I had no idea you were interested in conversation, boys,” I coo. “But there isn’t that much to know. I have a job at a company in the city, and it’s just your usual boring stuff. Nothing to write home about. As a result, I thought I’d check out Club Z to spice things up.”
Casey arcs a black brow at me.
“But why are you doing this sweetheart? You’re a beautiful woman, and there must be tons of guys after you all the time.”
I bite my lip, blushing a little, because it’s true. There are a lot of men who’d like to take me out on dates, but that’s the problem. A lot of those men aren’t into “dating” per se. They just want a solid fucking before dropping me off back at my apartment, which makes me roll my eyes. But is that really appropriate to reveal on this first “date,” so to say? It feels like it’s too much information, so I merely smile and prevaricate a bit.
“Oh you know how work is,” I murmur. “My office is full of women so I never meet anyone. And I’ve found on-line dating to be really disappointing, so I decided to check out Club Z and see what a different setting can do.”
The three men nod, although I can tell they’re not fully satisfied. It’s something about the way their blue eyes gleam, not to mention the coiled power in those broad frames.
“So you’re working at Club Z part-time?” Brad rasps, his eyes trailing over my form. “It’s the 9-to-5 during the day, and then here by night?”
I almost nod yes because that’s one way to describe it. But something tells me not to gloss over the truth, so I shake my head.
“Well, ‘work’ is a loaded term,” I murmur. “It’s not ‘work’ to do this because I enjoy it, but I guess from a technical perspective, I’m not exactly working, since I’m not getting paid. Club Z said that sometimes there’s a trial period for new girls, so I’m in an exploratory phase, you could say.”
Brad’s eyes glimmer with amusement.
“So you’re an unpaid volunteer?” he rasps. “Shit, I need to talk to management here because they’re clearly not treating you right.”
“Or fairly,” Casey growls, his blue eyes darkening. “What the fuck? I didn’t even know volunteers existed except in high school.”
I shake my head quickly because the truth is that I’m using Club Z, and not the other way around. I’m using this establishment to find three men for my scheme to tempt Bruce, but it’s quickly spiraling out of control. I definitely don’t want James, Brad, and Casey to approach management on my behalf because it’ll only lead to more uncomfortable questions.