Pay For Play (Alphachat.com #1)

by Victoria Ashley

  My tongue mindlessly runs across my lower lip, before I bite it and growl under my breath, as the water drips down her body, disappearing below the top of her white dress.

  “Take a few minutes and take care of yourself. We’re about done here for the night. The boys can handle the crowd at the main bar after midnight.”

  “Thank you.” Giving me an appreciative smile, she walks away, pouring herself a glass of ice water and downing it so fast that she chokes on it and begins coughing.

  The cute little way she blushes from embarrassment and looks down at the ground, has me wanting to fuck the embarrassment right out of her and give her some confidence that a woman as damn beautiful as her should have.

  “Need some help?” Watching her chest rise and fall with each hard breath, I step close enough to let her know that I am willing to give her anything she wants me to.

  She shakes her head and waves me off. “Believe it or not, I’m used to this.” She laughs softly. “My roommate could vouch for me.”

  Smiling, I keep my eyes on her tilting her glass back again, while picking up the bar phone and calling over to the main bar. Nash answers it. “We’re closing down over here. Tell Levi to keep it in his fucking pants after I leave. I’ll review those cameras every damn night after close if I have to just to make sure you dipshits keep my club sanitary and come free. Leave that shit for your own personal play rooms.”

  “Brought the trusted cowboy hat tonight, Big Guy,” he says in his slow Southern drawl. “Levi doesn’t have a shot. Same goes for Rome.”

  “It won’t stop his ass from trying. I want you in charge. Call me if you need me to come back. Just make sure it’s a damn good reason . . .”

  “Gotcha. Gotta go, Boss.”

  Hanging up the receiver, I run my hand over the stubble from not shaving for a few days, and let out a relieved breath that things went a lot smoother tonight than I had originally thought.

  When my eyes search out my newest bartender, she’s bent over cleaning, her dress riding up just enough to show the bottom of her curvy ass cheeks.

  Leaning against the register, I take a moment to admire the curve of her ass and imagine the dirty things I’d do if I dropped to my knees right now and spread her legs. I bet she’s never had anyone that close to her ass before.

  She looks too clean. A man like me would dirty her up after just one night.

  “You did good tonight. I’ll have the boys finish up so you can get out of here.”

  “Really?” She releases the towel and smiles with confidence. It’s sexy as hell on her. “I was extremely nervous I’d screw up and disappoint you. I really need this job right now.”

  “You definitely didn’t disappoint. You’d know it if you did.”

  Her eyes take a moment to look me up and down, now that she’s had a few moments to breathe and calm down.

  As soon as she takes notice of the smirk on my face, she clears her throat and pulls her eyes away, looking embarrassed at being caught. “When would you like me to come back in? I can pretty much work my other job around being here at Club Royal.”

  “Good.” I place my hand on the small of her back and guide her away from the bar and out of the VIP section. “I’m going to want you here a lot, starting tomorrow at two so you can take a tour and get a chance to get familiar with the club, while it’s not as busy. Pay is twenty dollars an hour, plus tips.” Reaching in my pocket, I pull out the tip money from the VIP bar, that I collected after we slowed down, and hand it all to her. “First check will be next Friday.”

  Looking surprised, she looks down at the wad of cash in her hand. “Whoa, that’s a lot of money. Did you take your share? Here.” She holds out the money as if to hand it back.

  I shake my head. “I don’t accept tip money.”

  Walking behind the main bar, I open the drawer and pull out the drink list, holding it out for her. “What’s this?” she asks, while reaching for it.

  “A list of our popular drinks. The night will go smoother if you can memorize most of them.”

  “Gotcha.” Her eyes widen as she starts looking it over. “That’s a lot to remember, but I’m a pretty quick learner.”

  “I’ll be happy to help, Baby Girl?” Levi appears next to her with a cocky look on his baby face. “I’ll help you with anything you want.”

  “The fuck you will,” I growl out. “Take care of your own shit first. You have two women waiting on drinks. Get on it. Now.”

  Looking Rebel over with a quickness, he lifts a brow, showing interest, before turning away and getting his ass back to work.

  “Ignore these assholes. Some of them need a good kick in the balls sometimes. You won’t be seeing much of them, anyway.”

  Smiling with amusement, she holds up the drink menu. “Thank you so much again for giving me a chance. I promise you won’t regret it.”

  With that, she walks away and I quickly grab my shit, getting out of here as fast as I can.

  I still have a long night ahead of me . . .

  Preparing for the only call I’ll be taking tonight, I turn on the big screen TV and make sure it’s on silent, before I log in to my website.

  Within five minutes, a chat comes in from username SassyandPlayful69.

  She’s a repeat customer of mine and not one to get excited over; one of the many women that never show their faces, but the good thing is that she keeps it simple and only purchases fifteen-minutes sessions.

  It’s little work, well worth the $700.00.

  With as tired as I am right now, I’m good with short and simple. I’ll take that shit and ride with it, thankful that I won’t have to do any crazy shit on camera tonight.

  Accepting the call, I sit back on my leather couch and begin running my hands over my body, before she even gives me my first demand.

  I don’t need it anymore. I’m pretty good at memorizing what each and every regular gets off on.

  “Looking good tonight, Lynx.” Her voice comes through on the black screen, sounding hot and heavy already. “Oh yeah, you know how I like it.”

  “I know you like it like this . . .” Undoing my pants, I yank them down just enough for her to see the shape of my hard cock, through the fabric of my boxer briefs. “Nice and fucking hard. So fucking hard in these tight as fuck briefs.”

  “Mmmm . . . so tight,” she moans, as I stand and drop my jeans, completely. “Rub it for me, Lynx.”

  Closing my eyes, my mind somehow drifts to Rebel and how damn hot she looked in that sexy little dress tonight. My dick instantly gets rock hard, flexing in my hand as I rub it nice and slow.

  “You weren’t lying,” she says with excitement. “It’s so hard. Let me see it. Take your briefs off.”

  I lower them and pull my cock out. I rub my hand over it a few times, stroking it before turning to the side and giving her a view of its length.

  “It’s so damn big.” Her breathing picks up and I know without even seeing her that she’s touching herself. “Stroke it. Stroke it hard and fast.”

  Letting my mind drift back to Rebel, I squirt a little of my favorite oil in my palm and rub it over my cock, before quickly stroking it to thoughts of me bending her all over the bar and sliding my cock between her perfect ass.

  I’d love to make her scream.

  Within a couple of minutes, I hear extremely loud breathing coming from SassyandPlayful69, before she moans so damn hard and good that I get off, shooting my come everywhere, while picturing it were Rebel moaning for me.

  I’m lost in my own little world for a few seconds, before I hear her breathy voice again, bringing my ass back to reality. “You never disappoint, do you?”

  “No and I won’t.”

  “You don’t have to tell me, Big Boy. I’ll be back in two weeks for some more of your fine ass.”

  “I know you will,” I say with a hint of a smile, before the chat session ends and cuts her off, right as she’s about to say something back.

  Fuck . . . Looks like Rebel save
d my ass in more ways than one tonight . . .

  I’VE SPENT THE LAST FOUR hours at the computer, drowning myself in caffeine, while trying to get caught up, since I wasn’t expecting to start work at the club last night.

  When the boss asked me to start on the spot, I about died. I was nervous, sweaty and already tired, but when a man with that much power asks you to do something . . . you say yes, and I did. I didn’t even hesitate for one second, knowing that it’s not easy getting into an exclusive club such as Club Royal.

  I’ve worked at bars in the past, but not since I was twenty-two. I turned twenty-five three months ago so I was scared out of my mind that I’d mess up every drink and cause him to fire me in front of the whole club.

  In just the short amount of time that I bartended at Club Royal last night, I served more customers than I did in any seven or eight-hour shift that I worked at any other bar, but surprisingly it all came back to me naturally, saving my butt from embarrassment.

  At the end of the night when he handed me that tip money, I had to force my mouth from dropping open. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined making that much money in under four hours.

  “Did you seriously make almost five-hundred last night?” Remi has been sitting on the couch, repeatedly counting my tip money from the bar. “That’s crazy. What the hell kind of drinks are they serving at that place? And do I even want to know the average price of one is?”

  Laughing at her bugged out eyes, I close down the computer and take another sip of my coffee. “Whatever is there is from what I made last night. Not a cent of that came from my purse . . .” Standing up, I walk to the kitchen to wash out my mug. I have less than an hour now, before I have to be at the club for the tour. “The menu is on the table, Remi. They were just regular drinks at the normal price. I haven’t been shown how to make the premium ones yet, but that’s a list of the most popular ones, I’m guessing. These people drink like fish. I seriously lost count of how many I poured tonight.”

  “I think I’m still sleeping.” She shakes her head really fast as if trying to wake up. “You hit the jackpot with this job, Babe. Just imagine the kind of money you can bring in for a full shift. You’ll only need to do graphic designing when you want, instead of taking on every client you can get. I know it weighs on you. You might enjoy it, but not enough to depend on it to pay bills.”

  “I do enjoy it,” I respond. “But yeah, depending on it to pay the bills does kind of make me despise it sometimes. Working at the club will hopefully bring me in enough money to get a savings account started so I won’t have to depend on it, but do it because I enjoy it. You know . . .”

  She yawns, while looking over the top of the couch at me. “Exactly. You struggled so much in the first months, that you spent way too much time on that damn computer. You need to get out of the house. This job will do you good.”

  “That’s what I’m hoping.”

  Remi reaches for the remote and turns on the TV, getting comfortable since it’s her day off. “So, was the boss as awful as you imagined? That’s got to be the only down to this job, huh? Is he some huge asshole that rode your ass all night, breathing down your neck?”

  I swallow hard and my heart speeds up at just the mention of that insanely beautiful man.

  My whole body overheated every single time his eyes landed on me and had me almost melting every time he spoke.

  His voice was so sexy: husky and demanding power with every word that left his full set of lips. How I managed to function around him is beyond me. I couldn’t even manage to ask the man his name, even though I wanted so badly to know. I didn’t want anything making the night or myself any more awkward, so I waited for him to give it, but he never did.

  “I’m going to guess by the way you’re biting your bottom lip that he wasn’t the short, stubby man with a potbelly that you imagined.”

  I shake my head, while walking past her, realizing that I need to be fast if I want to take a shower before I have to leave. “Not exactly. I’ll tell you about him later. I’m short on time.”

  “Where are you going?” she yells after me. “Do you work today?”

  “No,” I yell back, while gathering my clothes for a shower. “I think I’m just taking a tour of the building since I didn’t get to last night.”

  “Alright . . . I’ll tell you about my crappy date later.”

  I stop in the doorway of the bathroom. “Shit. I’m sorry, Remi. You started asking me about the club and . . .”

  “Oh it’s nothing exciting. Trust me. I’d rather hear about the club, than relive the events of last night this early. I’ll be here on the couch all day, ready to talk when you get back.”

  “I’ll be ready to listen. I promise.”

  “Doesn’t matter if you’re not. You’ll be hearing it anyway. Now take a shower. You stink like sweat, liquor and . . .” she sniffs the air. “Some pretty sexy cologne.”

  Holding my arm to my nose, I take a whiff and exhale with a small moan, remembering the excitement that coursed through my body the few times that we bumped into each other, our bodies brushing.

  I fought hard, trying my best to not let him see how attracted I was to him, but if I’m honest with myself, I swear he was checking me out just as much as I was secretly admiring his rock hard body.

  “Getting in the shower now.”

  A mixture of excitement and nervousness courses through me as I pull up in the parking lot of Club Royal and turn my Jeep off.

  I have no idea who’s going to be giving me this tour, but I’m kind of hoping it’s not him. I’m not sure how much more of him I can see without seeming like a creeper, the way my eyes can’t help but to follow every muscle of that man’s glorious body.

  As much as I tried to hide it last night, he caught me at the end of the night just as my eyes were lowering to the noticeable sized bulge in his pants.

  He wasn’t even hard, I could tell that, yet he looked so big. I noticed that quite a few times throughout the night, which is partly why I was sweaty and desperate for water. It really wasn’t the constant drink pouring.

  It was him.

  After getting past the man working the front door, I spend the next thirty minutes, following some beautiful pink haired girl around that goes by the name Envy.

  Not sure if that’s her real name, but I can see why she goes by it. She’s so gorgeous, that even I can’t help but to stare.

  “So you’re pretty familiar with the VIP bar and the main one now? I was told you spent a few hours last night at the VIP area. Do you need more time to check out the main bar or are you ready for the break room, where we keep our stuff and get ready before our shifts?”

  I nod my head, while taking one last look at the main bar, realizing that it’s set up a lot like the VIP one, but just bigger. “I’m ready.”

  She smiles and begins walking. “You learn pretty quickly, Sweets. Come on.”

  Following her through the bar and then a large wooden door, she takes me down the same hall that the boss’ office was at.

  My eyes land on the closed door and my heart speeds up.

  “That’s the owner’s office. I’ve never seen him because he likes to keep private so I’m not sure if you’ll get the pleasure of meeting him. I swear he has some secret way of getting in this place, because I never see him enter, but sometimes the light is on in his room. I don’t know why, but I’m dying to get a glimpse.”

  And you’ll die once you get one too . . . I about did.

  I continue following her down the hall, until she stops in front of a door and pushes it open. “I usually like to show up about twenty minutes before my shift begins so that it gives me time to make my way back here, lock my things away and prepare for the night. You might want to think about doing the same. The management here doesn’t take being late lightly.”

  She points to the lockers. “You can put your personal belongings in one of those and grab the key number from the drawer. You’re going to want to keep
it on you so no one else can get in your things. Not that you need to worry. There are security cameras all over this damn place. It’s just to make us feel comfortable with leaving our purses and whatever else is important to us back here while we work.”

  “Makes sense,” I reply. “Wish some of the other bars I’ve worked at would’ve had something like this.”

  She raises a brow. “Did they make you shove it next to the register? Been there and it sucks. You never know who you can trust. Especially at a damn bar.”

  “Yes. And very true.”

  There’s a small awkward silence since I have no idea what all I’m supposed to be doing here right now. I just watch her, waiting for her to point me in the next direction, but she just stands there, looking me over.

  “Will you be teaching me some of the premium drinks?”

  She smiles down at my worn out Converse shoes and then up at me. “Nope, especially not dressed like that, sweetie. You’ll be hearing from someone else when they want you to come in and learn the drinks. I’m guessing either before the bar opens one day this week or after it closes. At least that’s how Ben did it. His ass is no longer here so I have no clue who’s taking over management and what’s going to float their boat.”

  “Alright . . . so we’re done?”

  “Yup. You’ll get paid for the hour you were here and expect a phone call soon.” She points toward the door. “I’ve gotta get back and help Brit. Good luck, Babe.” She winks and walks out the door.

  I take a few seconds to look around my new break room, admiring how comfy it looks with its black, leather couch and recliner chairs. It even has a Keurig.

  Thank goodness for that . . .

  After I get back home, I somehow end up falling asleep for over four hours, before Remi wakes me up, telling me all the details of her horrible date last night.

  Apparently, he spent a majority of the date talking about his ex-girlfriend that cheated on him and now wants him to take her back. He got shitfaced and begged Remi to come in when she drove him home in his car and then took a taxi back to hers. Fear of nights like that is exactly why I don’t date much.