Tease (Club Deep #1)(4)

Heading down in the elevator, I realize that I have no idea where the kitchen is. I didn’t even know that you could order food. I wonder if it’s only something the VIPs have access to? But first, I need to make a stop. Cole is undoing me with every glance, and if we’re going to play this game, then it’s going to be fair. I duck into the dressing room on my way across the club. I need a mirror.

Yeah, this uniform is sexy, but it could be sexier. And since I seem to be serving just Cole tonight, it’s an opportunity to take advantage. I tighten the band and straps of the bra until it barely contains me, arranging the straps across my breasts to accentuate them. Using my thumbs, I shimmy the waistband of my pants down until they’re an inch from falling off. You can see my hips now, and they’re so low it’s almost obscene, but looking in the mirror, it works. Final touches, I take some make-up from one of the dancer’s stations and give myself quick smoky eyes, and use some shimmery powder on my breasts and stomach. It doesn’t glitter—instead it makes my skin luminous. In the blue light of the VIP room, I think it will look amazing. Done.

I grin at myself in the mirror. No longer a harried waitress, but a sexy club goer who happens to be serving drinks to the most powerful men in the building. Or at least that’s how it feels. I get more than my fair share of looks as I make my way across the club to the kitchen. Rosie practically mows me down coming out of the kitchen with a tray. She gives me a look up and down and laughs. “You catch on quickly.”

“What?”

She raises an eyebrow. “You’ve probably doubled the tips you’ll get tonight.”

“Oh. Right.” It’s not tips I was hoping to land, but I’ll let her think what she wants.

The food Cole ordered is ready, waiting with a little card letting me know what to take. There’s also a…blowtorch?

“Ever used one of those before?” An older man in a chef uniform is looking at me skeptically.

“Nope,” I say, “and I have no idea what it’s for.”

He nods. “One of the things mister Andrews ordered was crème brûlée.” He points to a bunch of little cups filled with custard. “It’s more entertaining for the guests if you torch the top in front of them.” He picks up the torch and flicks it on, showing me the bright blue flame. “Just run it lightly over the top until the whole thing is a medium brown. You’ll be fine.”

“Sure,” I say. “Sounds easy enough.” I’m sure I don’t sound convincing. But I have no idea who these clients are. If they’re important, I want to make sure they have a good impression, so more entertaining it is. I grab the tray of food and head back across the club, sticking to the edge and dodging dancers as needed.

There seems to be a rather heated discussion happening as I enter the blue room—on the clients’ side—but they stop talking as soon as I enter the room. I get the feeling I should have knocked, but it’s too late now.

Cole chimes in to cover the awkwardness in the air. “I took the liberty of ordering us some appetizers and desserts. Andrea?”

I bring the tray over to a larger table, a higher bar that’s holding almost everyone’s drinks. I place the tray down, and lay out the desserts. God, I hope I don’t set everything on fire. I glance over at Cole, and I see the moment he registers the change in my appearance. His eyes stroke up and down my body visibly, and his mouth curls up in what must be the sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen. I’m concerned that the minute I light up this blowtorch that we’re all going to explode.

The clients and Cole’s partners are speaking, commenting on the food, but I can’t hear them. I’m distracted by the way Cole’s eyes are on me, by the way he shifts in his seat, making it clear what he’s trying to hide. I glance up from using the torch to see the light of it reflected in his eyes, and it only makes them burn brighter. Everyone’s heard that expression about feeling like they were the only people in the room, and every time someone said anything like that, I thought that they were lying.

They weren’t.

I manage to crown the tops of all the desserts without catching my clothes on fire, and I get a little round of applause as I turn off the flame with a flourish.

“Well done,” Cole says, and I’m glad it’s dark enough that he won’t see the way my body heats up, blushing because of his praise.

I distribute the small desserts to everyone, and one of the clients catches my arm as I put it in front of him. “I agree, well done,” he says. One strong pull, and I’m in his lap. His hand is around my waist, fingers stroking against my skin, pulling me down onto what is obviously an erection. “I can think of other things that could be well done.” He snickers, voice crawling across me like slime.

There’s no air in the room. I don’t think I’m breathing, and I can’t move. I hear someone clearing his throat, and I see Cole stand. “This club is a haven for people to explore who they are, and you are welcome to do so. I’m sure you’ll find plenty of willing people downstairs who would want to join you. However, my employees are off limits. That is not a service they provide, and if you put your hands on Andrea again, or any of my other employees, you will not be welcome here. Am I understood?”

The man, still nameless, loosens his grip and I scramble off his lap, putting distance between us. “I understand,” he says, but he’s smirking.

“Good.”

Cole looks at me, and I can tell he’s checking to see if I’m all right. But now that he’s said that employees are off limits, he can’t show me any kind of favor. “That will be all, Andrea. Thank you. I’m sure Rosie could use your help downstairs.”

I nod, heading for the door, and I feel his eyes on me the entire way, and in the hallway it feels like I take my first real breath in minutes. What the hell was I thinking? Cole Andrews owns this club. Even aside from the fact that I want him to strip me down and kiss every inch of skin, do I really want to be the girl who sleeps with the boss on the first day?

Yeah. Not the best plan. I make my way downstairs, trying to fight my disappointment at losing something that I never really had.





4





I drop off a tray of drinks to a group of women watching people have sex. A girl is strapped to a table, a man alternating using a vibrator and fucking her. She keeps screaming out every time the vibrator touches her, and it’s…hot. I imagine myself in her place, tied down while someone gives me no choice in pleasure, and heat runs straight through my body. The result is that I’m blushing furiously as I collect my tips. That’s…interesting. I’ve never considered anything like that. My sex life has been pretty normal. By the standards in this club, I think it’d be called boring.

But hell, a few hours in here and I’m already thinking of all the different things I’ve never thought of that I could try. I mean, why not? If I’m going to work here I might as well experiment a little. Who knows, it could be that the atmosphere in here is making me crazy. It’s intoxicating in its own way. I work my way across the dance floor, bobbing with the music and trying to take everything in. It’s getting later, and there’s far less clothing now. It doesn’t matter which direction I face. There are scene areas lining the walls, and it seems like every one of them is being used.

It’s strange, seeing people fucking like this out in the open like it’s totally normal. But because nobody seems uncomfortable with it, it also doesn’t feel awkward. In fact, it feels pretty great. This is not how I saw this job going, but I’m glad. I think I’m going to have way more fun here than at some normal restaurant job slinging soda. For the rest of my shift, I simply work. Filling drinks, taking orders, and of course spying on the sex.

There’s a woman suspended in the air being fucked by two men at the same time. There’s a man down on his knees in front of another man. In another area, red wax splashes across a woman’s breasts and I find that I can’t stop looking. The watch on my wrist vibrates, and I see that my shift is over. I hurry back to the bar, using my code to drop off all the cash that isn’t tips, and I clock out. Normally when I finish a job I feel exhausted, but tonight I feel electrified. I wander back over to watch the couple with the wax as he drips the wax further down her body, closer and closer to her pussy. The woman is squirming as the wax hits her, but it’s obvious she’s not in pain. Instead, it looks like she’s about to come. God, I don’t even know what that would feel like.

“Like what you see?” The deep voice comes from behind me.

I don’t need to turn to feel Cole behind me, so close that we’re almost touching. Almost. “Maybe,” I say. “Honestly, I have no idea. Half of this stuff I never would have thought of.”

“I’ll be happy to introduce you to anything you like.”

I turn, trying to gauge the look on his face. “I thought employees were off limits?”

Cole’s eyes go dark and angry. “I’m sorry that happened. I swear it won’t again.”

“I’m all right. It was just…surprising.”