Page 41 of Craved By Lust

“So I’ve been told, but I said what the fuck I said.” I level them with a look and Dustin rubs his temples.

“As I was fucking saying, the playroom is not one for sex. It’s more like a lounge slash meet and greet bar. We just opened it to test it out, and we want you to manage it. It’s called Illicit.”

“Illicit?”

“Yes,” Rafe nods.

“And this place has nothing to do with sex?” I snort at the name, and they nod.

“Correct. Our new partner Romeo is against sex trade, but he wants the illusion of it. He wants to sell the allure of men and women that can arouse the customer with something as simple as their look, singing, acting, dancing, but not completely stripping. His motto is, ‘too much of a good thing will make his customers overdose,’” Dustin finishes.Hmmm…

“The bar is unique and meant for only the upper echelon of our clientele. Even the membership fees will be astronomical. All those working there will be called by some form of drug, alcohol, or illicit substance name,” Rafe follows behind him and I nod, interest piqued.

“And you want me to manage this bar? Why?” I ask, sitting back, and they glance at each other.

“Multiple reasons. For one, your looks fit the bill. I’ve heard from a few subs that you’d help with difficult customers,” Dustin voices, and I snort.

“So? Oh let me guess, you need someone who’s unassuming, but is able to make it so the customers don’t get to handsy with the product,” I raise a brow.

“Bingo. And honestly, I’m sick and fucking tired of your customers coming by. If you take this job it’s getting your customers out of my hair and you get to do what you want.” Dustin sits back, and I cock a brow.

“First, I’m not helping because I give a shit about them. I just hate trash people, and two, aren’tyousupposed to deal with customers who step out of line?”

“We are, but in your case, you’ve fucked half the clientele… it’s too many.”

“Fair…”

“Also, you said you don’t like trash people, so would that include yourself?” Rafe throws my way and I snort.

“Especially me. In fact, I’m the trashiest of ’em all,” I shrug, and Rafe burst out laughing.

“I like this guy, Dustin. It has to be him.”

“Well, are you down?”

“No,” I shake my head and stand.

“May we ask why?” Dustin grunts, frustrated.

“Because I don’t want shit to do with them bitches. All my time goes to my girl,” I answer completely honestly.

“It won’t take up much more of your time compared to the bar, since you’ll be working part time. The guy you’re working with right now was also recruited, so you can split the shift. It’s nota bad deal. It’s better than working at the bar and the women having access to you. On top of that, you’ll make more money than when you had a roster,” Rafe states and I pause in my thinking.Fuck…

In hindsight, I really don’t even have to do this shit. It’s not worth making my baby mad, but if I’m not even working at the club and I’m not dealing with the women on my old roster, then it really isn’t a bad deal like he said.

“When does the place open?” I sigh, resigned.

“In two weeks.”Two weeks… is that enough time to devote solely to Jessica? No, but still …

“Fine… I’ll think about it,” I nod and Rafe stands, pulling a file from the desk before coming over and holding it out to me.

“Here. When you have time, read it over and tell us your thoughts.” Looking down at the black envelope with blood-red letters that boldly spell

ILLICIT

I get the strange feeling that this bar will be much different than what the guys are letting on, but I take the file anyway.

“Yeah,” I sigh, walking out, not waiting for whatever the fuck they have to say as I make my way over to my Rolls Royce. I make the quick fifteen-minute drive to my condo, where I change to go see my baby. Just as I slide my skirt on, I hear my front door open and a gang of footsteps before I hear laughter and my television turns on.Jesus…

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