Pay For Play (Alphachat.com #1)

by Victoria Ashley

  Sadie deserves him. She’s money hungry as hell. I knew the reason she was sniffing around my dick the second I met her. I’ve never been one to let that stop me from a few fucks, but I’m not moving her here like she wants. Especially not after she fucked my brother to get at me.

  I don’t do liars. If someone lies to me, they may as well consider themselves written off. “You made your bed bitch, now lay in it,” I grumble to myself, furious that she even had the fucking nerve to call again.

  I hear the back door fly open just as I get near the waterfall flowing into the pool. I had the hot tub set behind it on purpose, imagining that I may want some damn privacy once in a while.

  “I finally made it! What can I do for you, Big Guy?” Nash is my newest entertainer. He’s the smooth cowboy that all the ladies are just catching on to. I hear his Southern drawl and I can practically hear the dollar signs flashing through my head.

  “Just get your room prepped for live shows tonight. Your schedule is cram packed since you’ve been traveling the last few days.”

  “That’s easy. Did you see my props delivery yet?”

  “Not yet. Hopefully it’ll be here in the next few hours.”

  I can only imagine the props he’ll bring into the house. I’m actually pissed that I didn’t think of the whole country look for myself. I could’ve changed up my look a little for my repeat callers.

  “Alright. Just holler if you need me to help with anything.” Just then the door opens with Blaze and Knox strutting toward us. Blaze is still in his underwear.

  “Am I going to have to watch you prance around in those fucking panties all the damn time?”

  “Shit. This is your fault. You’re the one that had me talking out loud. She threw my ass out the window because of you.”

  “Where the hell where you?” I have to ask, even though I’m afraid to know.

  “Some college girl’s house. She lives with her parents.” He runs his hand over his grinning mouth.

  “Can’t you find someone normal? Tell me she’s at least in her damn twenties.”

  “Yeah she is.”

  I’m going to have to add that shit to the house rules today.

  “Alright. Get your rooms done and make a test call to make sure everything is working before the tech guys leave. They should be here any minute to help. Then we’ll have a house meeting at seven. Calls start at eight tonight and most of us are running ‘til three.”

  “Are you always all business? Cuz, I’m gonna have fun convincing you to cut loose.” Blaze starts to harass me and I let it slide this time. I know I’m the focused type, but I have to be to run a business like this.

  “That’s why we’re going to plan one helluva party next weekend. We’ll talk about it tonight, so get your shit done so I can relax.”

  I watch the three of them laugh and joke all the way back into the house. A smile finally crosses my face knowing that we’re almost there. Now we’ll just get to enjoy the ride.

  It’s quite a trip back to my bedroom. I did that on purpose just to have some privacy if I ever do want to have someone over. Not to mention that I don’t want to constantly hear these guys banging walls or sending moans through the night. It’s bad enough that I don’t usually get done with my calls ‘til after two.

  I close the door and hit the remote to turn on my big screen that’s mounted just above my computer monitor. I didn’t opt for the large computer screen because there’s no reason to. When I’m working, I’m focused on the big titties bouncing on the big one. I’m not afraid to admit it. It takes porn to help me get hard when I’m entertaining.

  Very few of the women allow me to view them during a session and most of the ones that do. . . . I wish they wouldn’t. It does nothing for my dick.

  There are some things that just can’t be unseen. Shaking my head trying to lose the memories, I find the best porn channel to freeze it on. I click ‘top rated videos’, then select the first one to pop up. It’s a threesome, that works for me. Now to test the complicated shit.

  I know I need to check my own tech work for sure, so I log in to the website. I’m hoping my loyal stable Vivian will be on and can accept a quick call. Dialing her number, I move into view once she answers.

  “Hey, Handsome. Tell me you missed ole’ Viv and you need some lovin’.”

  “Just testing all the equipment in the new place. Thought I’d give you a special treat since you’re one of my loyal girls.” She turns on her own camera and I get to see her in her play room. Her tits are bursting over the corset lingerie she’s wearing and my mind instantly flashes to the first night I fucked her.

  “Well show me your equipment and I’ll let you know if it still works for me.” Her sexy smile pulls a smirk from me while she moves across her bed into position.

  Her crotch-less panties leave nothing to the imagination and it’s a matter of seconds before I’m watching her finger herself. “Are you just gonna watch me tonight? I’ll have to start charging you for a show if that’s the case.”

  I stand in front of the camera and slowly unbutton my jeans. She likes me to move slow.

  I rub the bulge showing through my jeans just to remind her how far it reaches.

  “I remember feeling that cock of yours, Lynx.” She puts her lips around a dildo and slowly sucks on it a few times before she begins rubbing the tip of it over her clit.

  By then I have my cock in my hand and I’m reaching for the coconut oil. It’s my favorite lube for show, not to mention it gives me a soft dick that the ladies appreciate in their mouth.

  “You wish it was your dick, don’t ya, baby?” She slowly slides the blue vibrating cock between her legs and throws her head back just slightly as she adjusts to the size. She has one of the exact molds of my cock. It was a onetime deal to get more business and she went crazy trying to win one even though she’s had the real thing a few times.

  “It is my dick.” I slide my fingers around my cock and begin stroking slowly as I watch her get off without another word. She’s moaning and gyrating her hips like she’s actually riding me. Fuck. At this rate it’s going to be a long night.

  This is what happens when I haven’t fucked for a few days.

  Fuck me . . .

  I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M DOING this. I may need my head examined. “Do you think I should even go in?” I've been parked across the street for at least thirty minutes talking to Remi about Club Royal. The parking lot is full of cars, so I know someone will be around to take my application, but I just can't seem to make myself go in.

  “Yes. What the hell, Rebel. How did you even get named that anyway?” I swear she finds it entertaining to put me in situations that are uncomfortable to me. I know I'm not much of a rebel, but there are times I can be. She's just never really experienced that side of me.

  I guess I kind of grew out of all the club crap a few years ago. It didn't take me long to realize the bar scene is not my best place to shine.

  I close the mirror flap on the visor and adjust my dress as I try to decide if this is all worth it. Yes, I need a different job, but do I really want to head this direction with my career?

  “Alright, I’m going in. Have your phone just in case I want to strangle you when I leave here.” Her laughter echoes through my speakers as I drive to a closer parking spot.

  “I will. Just call me when you leave.”

  “Have fun on your date.”

  “You know I will. Bye, Babe.” I’m jealous of her free spirited ass getting a date practically every night, but some of the crap she has to deal with is insane. I wouldn’t trade her places for the world with some of the creeps she deals with. It’s hard to find a normal guy these days and right now that’s not something I have time to deal with.

  I slam the door to my Jeep and adjust my dress one last time. My hand brushes my leg beneath my skirt and I instantly wish I would’ve worn the dress I had picked out myself. This one is Remi’s and I’m positive it’s shorter on me than it is on her. Of co
urse my big boobs might have something to do with that. No matter how ‘minimizing’ the bra says it is, it never hides these girls enough.

  The doors are intricate and I can’t help but admire the details of the front entrance again. A man in a suit greets me at the next set of doors and the sound of music blares from behind him.

  “Good evening. Welcome to Club Royal. Can I get your name?” His deep voice surprises me and I try not to look at his big bulging arms showing through his jacket.

  “Rebel Brooks. I’m here to turn in an application.” He looks at the papers in my hand and steps out from behind his podium. Opening the door, he allows me through and instantly all of my senses are overwhelmed with the beauty of this place. When I came here a few days ago, I didn’t get past the entrance, before someone spotted me and handed me the paper work.

  I stop mid step and frantically look for the obvious place to drop my information off, but don’t see one. The smell of cologne and alcohol linger in the air as I glance over the dance floor that’s full of gorgeous people dancing.

  I side step a couple walking toward me and decide to sit on the only bar stool available on the end. The first guy to notice me is a bartender, filling someone’s whiskey glass well past the normal level. He smiles and nods his head in my direction. My nerves begin to explode and I contemplate leaving the bar before he begins walking toward the end I’m sitting at. “What can I get ya?”

  “Oh I’m sorry. I’m not drinking. Just need to talk to a manager.”

  “He’s not around; what can I help you with?” His eyes move over me and I instantly try to hide my cleavage behind my arm in some nonchalant way that I’m sure appears ridiculous to anyone looking.

  He’s gorgeous. I can’t stand the chills that slide across my chest as his eyes do.

  “I . . . I just need to turn in this application.” He grabs a towel and reaches for the papers still clenched in my hand. I hesitate just slightly wondering if this is the actual manager himself. He’s not at all some fat baldy like I’d imagined.

  “You got any bartender experience?” He leans against the bar facing me as he thumbs through each of my papers.

  “I do.” I sit straight up on my stool as a line of people pass through behind me. This place is packed and I can’t even imagine trying to keep all the drinks straight in a place like this. It seems as though they’d all be after a perfect tasting drink.

  “I see you have experience with management.” He sets the application down in front of me.

  “I have a little.”

  “Alright. Give me a few minutes and I’ll take you back to him.” I glance at his name tag and catch the name ‘Knox’. That’s a unique name.

  I try not to stare at the men behind the bar, but I’m finding it difficult. There are three of them and they all seem to be gorgeous. It’s weird for me to think like this about one guy, let alone three standing together.

  This is probably a terrible idea. There’s no way in hell I could work with men that look like this on a nightly basis and stay sane.

  “Come with me. He said he’d meet with you.” I make the mental note that he totally lied to me when he said the manager wasn’t here, but of course I’m not going to bring that up. I’m just hoping to land a position as a cocktail waitress, even if it’s only for a few months.

  He opens the hidden door to an entire back area of the club. The long hallway is quiet and even the music is silenced back here. I’m working hard not to watch this guy’s ass while he leads the way, but it’s hard not to. Damn why does he have to get me flustered before I meet the fat guy?

  He stops us in front of a door that’s slightly open, just in time for me to catch a man yelling into his phone.

  “What the fuck do you not understand about silent owner? That means I don’t want to have to deal with the shit in the club on the daily. I hired you to be here and you’re not. I had two fucking bartenders not show tonight and a house full of paying customers. This is the shit you’re supposed to deal with. You’re fucking fired. I’ll mail your damn paycheck to you.” He slams the phone on the desk twice before he sets it on the receiver. He turns before he sees us and dials someone on his cell phone.

  “We’re fucking stuck here. Clear my schedule tonight. I’ll send Blaze back now and if any of the guys have time, send them to help get this shit dealt with.” The tension in the room is practically suffocating me. This is a terrible time to try to talk to him.

  “Hey, Boss. I have someone here who wants to turn in an application. Thought you’d maybe want to see her.” He turns his head quickly, allowing his eyes to travel down my entire body and back up before he does anything. He takes a deep breath and slides his hand over his cheek and through his hair in an obvious moment of frustration, then speaks to the bartender named Knox. “Thanks. Get Blaze and both of you get out of here. Tell Nash I’ll be there in a minute and Levi is on his way.”

  “Sure thing.” He guides me to a chair sitting in front of the desk and whispers “Good luck” under his breath before he winks at me.

  I sit slowly as I watch the angry, but insanely sexy, boss pace along the side wall of the room before he returns to his desk.

  His dark hair, amber eyes and muscular build, have me practically drowning in a puddle of drool. A black button-down has never looked better than it does on this man. It’s fitted perfectly to his broad chest with the sleeves rolled up just enough to display tattoos on both of his forearms.

  “I’m sorry you had to hear me yelling, but I just fired the manager because he’s a stupid fuck and can’t seem to do his job. What qualifications do you have?” His abrupt tone startles me and instantly I’m nervous and can’t stand how jittery I sound when I begin to talk.

  “I’m actually a graphic designer, but looking for a part-time job to help me until I get on my feet with my own business a little.”

  “So what you’re saying . . . You have zero skills in bartending and you’re not here to save my night.”

  “I actually do have experience bartending.” I didn’t really want to go that direction for this job, but it seems like that’s what he’s in desperate need of tonight.

  “Perfect. Can you start right now?” I look down at my dress and then back up at him. I catch his eyes focused on my chest, but this time I force myself not to awkwardly try to hide it.

  I wanted a job tonight, just had no idea I’d literally be starting this very second.

  “Sure. Why not.” He quickly moves from behind the desk and starts for the door.

  “Good because we’re shorthanded and it’ll just be you and I behind the VIP bar tonight.” His ass is even better than the other guy’s was and it’s causing me to bite my bottom lip and force my eyes to the floor. I can’t believe what I’ve got myself into. Can I really work next to this man when I haven’t done this in years?

  I’ve lost my damn mind.

  I STAND BACK FOR A second, now that the crowd in the VIP section has died down a bit, and secretly admire the fact that she does indeed have skills behind the bar. She’s also proven herself as a professional working within this elite section of the club. I’ve heard a few of these rich assholes can be giant dicks to bartenders back here.

  I’m glad I gave her a chance tonight. I never trust anyone on their word alone, unless I have a very good reason to. So knowing that there was no fucking way I’d be leaving here tonight before the VIP parties were done, I asked Rebel to start tonight, on the spot.

  My eyes have been glued to her beautiful fucking body every chance that I get, when not having to deal with my own drinks. Partly because I had to evaluate her performance and the other part . . . well . . . fuck me. It was for my own pleasure.

  If all my callers had a face as innocently beautiful as hers with a body that screamed sin and sex; I wouldn’t need porn in the background to get off.

  I’d love to spend hours running my tongue over every curve of her body, tasting every single one of her fuckin’ sins until my tongue goes numb.
I wouldn’t let up until I’ve traced all the sexy tattoos down her left arm and finished my search for any that are hidden. I can see the single daisy on her shoulder and it’s just asking to be looked at closer.

  Plus, after three hours of watching her take orders and pour them like a damn pro, there’s no way I’m letting her go without giving her the job she came here seeking.

  Club Royal needs someone skilled and reliable so I won’t have to spend my nights filling in and getting seen by old or possible callers.

  Hell . . . it’s hard enough even showing my face in here without being stopped every damn second. Put my ass behind the bar and it takes twenty minutes to complete one transaction and get the women to let me take other orders.

  That’s exactly why I didn’t want myself and the guys behind the bars tonight, but some dumb-fuck decided he had better shit to do than be here doing the job I pay his ass for.

  There are no second chances with me. Fuck me over and you’re fucked. Simple as that.

  Not only did he fuck me over by not showing tonight, but he under scheduled staff, leaving me no choice but to call my guys in and hold the place down, when two of the bartenders that he hired, called in.

  Watching Rebel fan herself off, my eyes land on the sweat running down her neck and falling between her sexy as fuck tits.

  I won’t deny that I wish it were me making her sweat right now. At least then it’d be worth every last fucking drop.

  “You need a break?” I ask, causing her to look over at me and realize that I’m watching her practically melt. “I’ll have one of the guys turn the air up.”

  Smiling shyly, she shakes her head and continues to fan herself, focusing on her glistening chest now.

  Fuck me . . .

  “I’m fine. It’s just been a while since I’ve moved around this much.” She smiles small and arches her back, not realizing what it’s doing to my dick as she slowly wipes a cold, wet paper towel down her neck, squeezing out water to cool her off. “I just need a few minutes to breathe and maybe a glass of water.”