Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“Got it.” I open the locker and shove my bag inside. “Is it okay if I dress while you talk?”
“Be my guest.”
I peel my soaked shirt over my head, and hang it inside the locker. I’m hoping it dries at least a bit before I head home later. “Keep the cash from customers on you so you can make change. People order drinks from their stations and we bring them. If they haven’t paid by card—and most of them haven’t because they don’t want Club Deep on their billing statements—they’ll give you cash right then. You’ll drop that cash off at the end of the night with your code.
“Rule number two: No sex with clients on the clock. I don’t give a fuck what you do once you’ve punched out, but when you’re working, your time is my time. Number three: keep all the theme rooms stocked with supplies whenever you’re not serving—especially the orgy room. They use up a lot. And don’t interrupt any scenes that are taking place. Number four: wear gloves when you’re cleaning. That’s the down and dirty basics, the rest you can learn on the fly. That all sound good?”
Umm…okay? Why would I have sex at work? She said something about an O.R.G. room. I need to figure out what that stands for later. Gloves, yes. Always smart. I nod, trying to absorb everything. I’ve gotten on the low-slung black pants. They’re so tight that they feel like a second skin. The top is barely more than a bra, black with extra decorative straps that hug across my skin. They did tell me the uniform would be like this, but it’s a little strange now that I have it on. There’s a mirror in the locker and I glance at it. There’s a reason they’ve chosen this. It looks sexy.
“You’ll get a second uniform later so you can swap them out,” Rosie says. “Take a couple minutes and then meet me at the bar.”
“Okay.”
She leaves, and I fix my hair, wringing more water out of it. Wait...what?
Everything she just said to me hits at once. No sex with clients? Oh my god. Orgy not O.R.G. I realize that this is a very different club than I thought it was. This is a sex club.
I suppose it’s too late to turn back now.
2
Coming out of the locker room, I look at the club with new eyes. Clubs look different in the daytime—dead and empty, nothing is what it seems. And I was rushing through too quickly the first time to really take this all in. It’s…not what I had thought.
I see now the roped off areas against the walls, filled with strange equipment and people in various stages of kinky sex. But it’s more than just that. The entire center of the club is a massive dance floor. There are three bars surrounding it, and go-go dancers are on top of the bars and suspended in cages from the ceiling. One floor up, a balcony runs around the entire club. There are tables and couches scattered around up there, and I suspect that’s where the theme rooms are that Andrea mentioned. Just from here I can see a giant window into what looks like a room filled with trees. There’s another level above that, but I can’t see what’s up there from down here.
I take a deep breath and try to reassure myself. Okay, so this is a sex club. No big deal, right? It doesn’t change the job description at all. You’re still here to be a waitress, and that’s exactly what you’re going to do. You just might see more nudity than you thought you would.
Rosie sees me and waves me over to the bar. “Here.” She hands me a plastic card while shouting over the music. “Keycard. It’ll let you into the locker room, stock room, and to restock the theme rooms even if they’ve been reserved or locked.”
I nod. “Okay.”
“I actually want you to do that now. Come with me.”
We make our way across the dance floor to one of the staircases. Rosie leads me up the stairs and to a back corner where there’s a door that blends invisibly into the wall. I probably wouldn’t have noticed if Rosie hadn’t stopped in front of it. She waves her own plastic card by the door at hip level, and I see the outline of a sensor there. The door slides open, and I follow her inside. Again, the sudden absence of sound is jarring. “There are two stock rooms: upstairs and downstairs. It makes it easier to restock when you don’t have to carry tons of supplies up the stairs.”
The stock room is bright and clean, shelves filled with blankets, bottled water, chocolate bars, condoms, bottles of lube, and more. Rosie gestures to the computer in the corner and activates the screen with her finger. “The rooms up here haven’t been restocked in a couple of hours, so I want you to do that. I don’t think anything will be really low, but it will be good practice for you. There are seven rooms on this floor. You can’t miss the shelves you’ll need to restock.”