Page 1 of Turn Me On
prologue
Charlie
“He did what?”Olivia asked, jaw resting firmly on the marble-tiled floor of the lounge.
My sweet friend was easily shocked. After spending almost every Friday night here for the last twelve weeks, I didn’t know how that could be, but it was endearing.
I giggled—a signature sound that everyone in The AfterGlow recognized, of which I had no doubt. After three years of working in Vancouver’s premier adult lounge, this place was like a second family. “He sent the video to my dickbag ex.”
“No fucking way,” Lilah—my other closest friend and fellow AfterGlow employee—chimed in. “Rider would nevercompromise you like that. Well, not using a private video, at least.” She smirked.
I grinned. “Oh, that’s the best part. You can’t see any of me. Not my face, not my…you know. It’s just him eating me like I’m the sweetest damn strawberry he’s ever tasted.”
Just the memory of what he did sent shivers down my arms, making each tiny hair stand on end.
“He’s so good for you, babe,” Olivia said, taking a sip of her lemon and lilac gin and tonic. The perfect combination of sweet and tart, just like her.
Relaxing into the overstuffed armchair, I hummed my agreement.
“What about you?” Lilah asked, pointing a long, black fingernail at Olivia. “I thought you were going to blow us off last week with how late you were coming out of your room. What are you up to tonight?”
“Oh.” A red flush coloured Olivia’s cheeks, and a lazy smile graced her face. Even with her sun-kissed tan, the bartender on the other side of the room could probably see the rosy glow. “Nico said he has plans for a new tie and maybe some role play we’ve been thinking of trying? I thought I didn’t want toleave the room last time. Tonight, I might let him keep me in there until the sun comes up.”
“One of these days, you’re going to need to take a picture so we can see all these so-calledhot as shit knotsyou’re always talking about,” Lilah chirped.
Olivia shook her head. “Over my dead body. My fine-ass dead body. The only one who gets to see me like that is Nico. I don’t know how you perform night after night in front of everyone, Charlie.”
Shrugging my shoulders before taking a sip of my peach vodka spritz, I answered, “I’ve told you a million times. The power in that moment makes the orgasm so much better.”
“Amen!” Lilah shouted, raising her classic Caesar. “I’ll drink to that.”
The three of us clinked our glasses together, and Lilah and I downed the last of our cocktails. I tried not to drink too much before work, but sometimes I had to indulge with my girls.
“Duty calls.” I grinned, setting my empty glass down on the table we sat around. “We’re going on just after midnight, in case either of you wants to watch.”
Lilah gathered up the empty glasses before standing, then smoothed out the apron of her uniform. “I’ll be there as long as Adam doesn’t pull me away. Then again, he might just fuck me right there in the viewing room.”
“You guys make me feel so vanilla.” Olivia sighed, shaking her head.
I scoffed and pointed a finger directly at her. “You are anything but. You literally get wrapped in rope and fucked by someone with complete control.”
“And even if you were vanilla, we love a Plain Jane,” Lilah added, carrying the tray of empties to the bar.
“We’re kind of like the perfect Neapolitan ice cream, aren’t we?” Olivia mused. “I’m vanilla—and I know, I know I’m notthatvanilla, but let’s be honest—Charlie is the strawberry, obviously, and Lilah is our dark and broody chocolate.”
“You’re making me hungry,” I groaned. “And I can’t eat until after my performance with Rider.”
“Speaking of work,” Lilah called. “Let’s get going.”
I waved to Olivia as I headed for thedressing room. “We’ll see you out there after you’re done with your man.”
I never tired of putting on my raciest lingerie and strutting into a room with an eager audience. How I managed to luck out and snag a man like Rider, who was happy to perform with me, I’d never know. A blessing from the universe, perhaps. I’d performed hundreds of times over the past three years, but tonight was special. It was the one-year anniversary of the day we met, and I had a surprise in store for him.
A surprise I hoped would make his knees weak and cock hard.
1
charlie
