Page 16 of Dust to Dust

Although tears sparkled in Brooke’s eyes, she replied, “And it will all be from you flashing your tits and dry humping.”

Once again, I laughed. “Damn straight.”

“Then let’s do this.”

After we parked, we crossed the street and arrived in front of the club. When we got to the front door, a beefy bouncer eyed us with disinterest. “Um, hi, I’m Isla Vaughn, and I have an audition.”

Turning his head, he spoke into the radio on his shoulder. “Paula, you have an audition here.”

“Send her in,” crackled the reply.

When Brooke started to follow me, he stopped her. “I need to see your ID.”

While my heart started beating out of my chest, Brooke appeared cool as a cucumber. “Sure. Just one sec.”

As she dug into her purse, I pinched my lips shut. The last thing I needed right now was to let my nerves cause me to verbally vomit. With complete self-assurance, Brooke handed him her ID.

I sucked in a breath as the bouncer studied it curiously. He glanced between it and Brooke. “Fine. You can go in.”

She flashed him a sugary-sweet smile. “Thanks.”

Grabbing her arm, I dragged her behind me into the club. When we swept through the entrance and into the main room, we both gasped. Part of the allure of Alainn was anonymity, so there weren’t any pictures of the interior online.

I’d had an image in my mind of what I imagined it looked like, which was based on club scenes from movies. I couldn’t possibly have envisioned the crystal chandeliers, white linen table cloths, and high-end furniture.Men in expensive tailored suits passed us, blinding us with their shiny Rolex’s.

“Holy shit, this place is posh,” Brooke remarked.

“It sure is.”

“Isla?” a voice behind me questioned.

I whirled around to see an attractive woman in her mid-forties staring expectantly at me. Nodding, I replied, “Yes, I’m Isla.”

She extended her hand. “I’m Paula. We spoke on the phone.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Her gaze flicked to Brooke. “And you are?”

Just as I was about to answer my sister, Brooke flashed her a megawatt smile, “Her stylist.”

A nervous laugh bubbled from my lips. “She’s my sister.”

Paula smiled. “I can see the resemblance. Your stylist/sister will need to stay at the bar. We can’t have non-employees in the back with our dancers.”

Brooke nodded. “Sounds good.” As she started for the bar, she shot me an intense look. “You’ve got this.”

“Thanks,” I whispered.

With Brooke heading over to the bar, Paula motioned me to follow her. We weaved in and out of the crowd. I tried not to flinch at each pair of breasts that were practically thrust in my face.

Instead, I drew my shoulders back and strode behind Paula like half-naked women were just another Tuesday occurrence.

When we entered the Employee Only entrance, I fought to keep the surprise off my face at how high-brow the dressing room was with the same marble floors as in the main room. I felt like I was stumbling around a mansion rather than a strip club.

Paula unlocked the first door on the right side of a long hallway of rooms. When we stepped inside a small stage with a pole sat in the middle of the room along with expensive looking leather couches.

“So, here’s what is going to happen. First, you’ll work the pole and do your dance for me. For the second part, one of the owners will do the private dance part of your audition.”

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