Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Tam might have had no choice in coming to this place, but she certainly wasn’t going to stand here and be insulted. “Fuck you, you plastic bag of bones. I didn’t ask to be here either but if you say one more thing, I will kick you square in the face.” She took a step forward and Natalia took one back.
Tam was halted when Seamus gripped her by the forearm and squeezed until Tam whimpered in discomfort. “Behave.”
“But she’s the one who—”
The look Seamus gave her was enough for Tam to bite back her words. When he released her, he turned to the brunette. “Natalia, come with me while we have a little chat. Tamryn, you stay put.”
Tam watched as the two walked into another room. Now would be a good time to escape. But then she remembered Seamus’s warning. She had a feeling that he meant every word he’d said.
Still, she looked longingly at the door. As much as she hated to agree with that hateful woman, Tam didn’t belong here, although she wasn’t sure what here was exactly. Seamus mentioned this place needing girls, but for what exactly?
Tam was surprised when Seamus and Natalia returned only a few minutes later. Seamus’s expression remained neutral while Natalia looked as if she’d just sucked several lemons.
Seamus turned to Tam. “Welcome to your new home, Tamryn.”
4
The person staring back at Tam in the mirror was a complete stranger. Her locked hair that once fell to the middle of her back had been cut off, leaving short springy curls that fell just below her chin. Her eyebrows had been skillfully threaded and her skin glowed like it hadn’t before from expensive facials. Her makeup was expertly done and she wore a mauve bandeau bodycon dress that barely reached her thigh. It clung to her curves like a second skin and she might as well have been naked, but she wasn’t wearing any less than the other ‘hostesses’ surrounding her.
A hostess.
Three months ago Tam wouldn’t have believed that she’d be working at a club so exclusive that it was by invitation only and said invitee had to belong to a certain income bracket. It went without saying that these guests were given the best of everything from top shelf liquor to entertainment. At the Devil’s Den, as it was fondly named, one could indulge in their wildest fantasies knowing the staff and others who were members would remain discreet.
The hostesses were among the most beautiful woman in the world, who provided companionship for men or women in some cases. Sometimes a patron only required the hostess’s company for a drink or an ear to listen to. But other times, they requested more, and that meant the hostess had to earn their money on their backs, basically making them high-class call girls.
When Seamus had brought her to this place she didn’t understand why at first, but it had become clear soon enough. Tam’s first instinct was to resist and figure a way out, but as Natalia explained how the entertaining at the Devil’s Den worked, Tam realized she might not get any better options. Besides, she had nothing, and nowhere to go.
The actual club was only a small part of the resplendent building in which it resided. There were twelve levels. The first floor was the lounge and game room and a restaurant with its own world-renowned chef. The basement was the pleasure dungeon for the patrons with more extreme tastes. The club took up the second floor and the third floor held conference rooms where businessmen sometimes needed to conduct secret meetings away from the watchful eye of the SEC or the FBI. It was a judgment free zone. Above that was a private library with another lounge and bar for guests who sought some peace and quiet. The next couple of levels were private rooms where hostesses took their guests and the remaining floors were private apartments for the hostesses.
It was a requirement for the hostesses to live on the property for security reasons. Hostesses were given a monthly stipend for living expenses. The new women were taken on a shopping spree and given a full makeover to show them how they were expected to look when they worked. But it didn’t just include makeup and new clothing. The hostesses were given elocution lessons, taught how to sit and the proper fork to use in a fancy dining setting. They were even quizzed on politics and world topics of interest so that they’d be able to hold intelligent conversations with the members. There were even required to take yoga and be well versed in the Kama Sutra.
Natalia’s reasoning was that she wanted her girls to be as worldly as their clients while being able to give them the time of their lives in bed if the occasion arose. Even though the men paid a monthly membership fee to access the building’s amenities, they had to pay extra to spend time with the hostesses and the longer they spent with them, the more they paid. The more intimate encounters cost more. The money the hostesses earned was split between them and the house 60/40 with the larger portion going to the house. Natalia said that it was only fair since the hostesses were given a monthly allowance along with free room and board.