“Are you sure you want to do this? You can’t even take the rest of your clothes off.” She motions towards my bra and panties.
“I can.” I put my dress in the chair behind me and begin to unclasp my bra.
“Put your dress back on.” She lets out a long sigh.
I realize I’m not getting the job and I start to panic. I’m desperate.
“I can do this, I swear,” I hurry to say. Gah. I’ve messed this up and I need it so bad right now. What is wrong with me? Of course I have to take my clothes off for this.
Fear swamps me and I think for the thousandth time, how did I get here? Then it’s followed quickly by the memory of my brother once again getting himself in too deep.
“I’ve seen enough. This might actually work.”
I’m shocked as I quickly put my clothes on and instantly feel better. Please, I silently beg.
“The shy innocent thing sells.” She scribbles something down on the paper. “I have a bachelor party tonight. You only have to strip for him and the panties stay on.” She grabs another piece of paper and starts to write more. “I’m giving you a chance, so don’t screw it up. I’ll send a driver for you and you’ll have a bodyguard.” She reaches out, handing me the paper. I take it from her hand with shaky fingers. “Light makeup and play the innocent thing up.”
That won’t be too hard since there’s no playing.
“Thank you. I really need this.” I swallow hard as I clutch the paper to my chest.
“Word of advice. Never let anyone know how desperate you are.” I nod. “The name Bambi fits you. I like it.”
I realize she thinks it’s a fake name and I feel so dumb. I guess I should’ve given her one, but it’s too late now.
“Is there anything else you need from me?” This is all happening fast. Shouldn't there be paperwork and something I need to give them? She didn't ask me for my ID or anything. I know all this is legal in Vegas, but for some reason this doesn't feel above board. I guess what I need money for isn’t exactly legal either. My brother is in deep with a loan shark and is running out of time.
“Don’t fuck this up. You only have to dance for one person, so it’s a good way to test the waters.” I look down at the paper and my eyes almost pop out of my head when I see how much I’ll be getting paid.
“I don’t sleep with him, right?” I blurt out, because why else would I be getting paid so much?
“Not this one.”
“I can only dance. I don’t think I can do other things.” There’s no way I could sleep with a stranger. I have to draw a line somewhere and I’m already way out of my element.
“That’s what everyone says until more money starts rolling in.” I shake my head. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. We’ll see if you still have a job come tomorrow. Then we’ll worry about the other details.”
“Thank you,” I say again, tucking the paper into my purse.
“There is more where that came from,” she calls after me as I walk out of her office.
I make it outside the building before I’m pulling the paper back out to read over everything she’d written down. Two thousand dollars for a private lap dance. That’s nothing compared to the ten dollars an hour I make at the movie theater. And this is only an hour of work.
“Bam,” my stepbrother calls, and I turn around. He’s in a different car than the one he dropped me off in. “You good?”
Am I good? No. He got me into this mess and I’m nowhere close to good.
“Whose car is this?” I ask, walking over to it.
“Get in,” he orders without answering my question.
“Is it stolen?”
“Get in the fucking car. Jesus.” I do as he says, not wanting to have a fight with him in the street. “You get the job or not?” He cuts right to the chase as his hands clench the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turn white.
“Yes.”
“I knew you would.” He pulls out of the parking lot and looks pissed, but this was his idea to begin with. He needed quick cash, and this would get us that. “When do you start? The sooner the better.” How do I always let him get me into these messes?
Probably because I owe him. If it wasn't for Jero, I would have been on the streets or in the system a long time ago.
“Tonight.”
He glances over at me and tugs the end of my long braided ponytail. “We have some work to do then. I promise this won’t happen again.”
It’s his mess, but I’m the one stuck cleaning it up. Maybe it’s mine too because he makes me feel that way when he brings it to our front door. He said he had to get the loans because he was on a hot streak at the casino, but of course he lost it all. Bills needed to be paid to keep a roof over our head and my current job is a drop in the bucket.
“I’ll walk a straight line after this, Bam, I swear. We just need to get the five grand and I’m done.”
I’m not sure if he’s trying to reassure me or himself, but for once I actually don’t believe him.
* * *
Filled… coming September 18th!
THICK
by Alexa Riley
Teeny has just moved into a brand new place and curiosity has gotten the better of her. When she meets her new neighbor she’s not prepared for how big or how hot he is. The gentle giant has her fantasies running wild and she’s learning what it means to love thy neighbor.
Bull has always been the biggest in the room and it’s annoying. He’s a former security guard who now does online consulting to stay away from the stares. But when his young little neighbor wants to make friends he can’t help himself. He’s tearing down all his walls and breaking the rules just to have a shot at what he never thought was possible.
Warning: Will Bull be too big to make Teeny his? Will it somehow work anyway? You betcha! Find out what happens when this bull meets his china shop…because it’s wild!
Chapter 1
Teeny
“Can you put that on there?” I point to where I want the next batch of boxes to go before I trip right into one and almost fall over it.
My phone slips out of my hand and goes flying into the air. One of the movers grabs me by my shirt right before I face plant onto the ground for the second time this afternoon.
“Jesus, kid,” the guy says as he gives my shirt a good yank and puts me back on my feet.
“Thanks,” I tell the older man, who looks like my great uncle John on my dad’s side.
His name tag reads Paul and tells me he’s the owner. He lets go of my shirt when he sees I’ve got my feet back under me.
“Thank me by parking yourself in a chair until we’re done here.” He points to my daybed that’s set up in the living room. It can work as both a bed and sofa since the one bedroom I have is going to be my office. I don’t need a lot of space, but somehow I have a lot of things. Maybe I should have let some stuff go. It doesn’t help matters that my parents are downsizing and let me have my pick of a lot of stuff before they move.