Vincent (Made Men Book 2)(32)

“Don’t thank me yet,” he mumbled.

Lake looked up at the numbers jumping farther and farther down through the casino floors until it passed the last floor written above a button. She didn’t think any other floor existed.

When the doors opened, she saw a very dark hallway which took her eyes quite a bit to adjust to. As they drew closer to the door at the end, she could hear music growing louder. The guard walked her to the door and knocked, and a second later, it opened.

Lake couldn’t pick her jaw up from the floor when she looked inside. It was what looked like a whole separate casino, except it was much more intimate and extravagant. Not to mention the half-naked girls everywhere. There were girls dressed in sexy, black and pink lingerie, just like the girl who had come out screaming from Dante’s office. As the realization they all worked there hit her, Lake’s eyes moved to the tables, seeing the dealers were all girls dressed in the sexy outfits, as well. Several more were also dancing on poles.

The guard pushed her through the door, revealing just how big the floor was. It was the same size as the casino upstairs.

Why have two casinos? She didn’t understand why the one before her was a complete secret, either.

One thing was for sure looking around; there were no women gamblers there. There were plenty of girl workers to go around, though.

Oh, fuck no… she thought as a woman passed her with a tray of drinks in her hand. The outfit she was wearing was one Lake wouldn’t get into for a million dollars. Probably because it wasn’t an outfit, but underwear.

She looked up at Joe, unable to form words, and when he gave her a look of sympathy, she figured he could read it on her face. She wanted to run incredibly far away since everything was starting to make sense. I am so fucked.

Once more, she was dragged to the back of the casino until Joe pulled back some pink see-through curtains to reveal a door. He walked through it, not even knocking that time.

As she walked into a women’s dressing room, she was greeted by boobs literally everywhere. Of all the doors we went through today, this is the one he really should’ve knocked on.

Joe took Lake up to a woman dressed in a silky robe. “Sadie, this is Lake. She will fill Amanda’s place.”

Lake watched Sadie put her hand on her hip, the motion perking up her very huge breasts. Then she gave Lake a swivel sign with her finger.

What?

“Turn.” Sadie motioned again.

She had to swallow down the bile in her throat as she slowly turned around. She wasn’t exactly given an option to do otherwise.

Looking at Sadie as she came back to her original position, Lake could see her quietly thinking as she looked her up and down. She knew exactly what was going through her mind, too: no boobs, no butt, just a stick. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out which girl didn’t belong in the room.

Lake looked down at the floor, unable to face the critic.

“She’s perfect. They will love her!” Sadie squealed.

Lake’s eyes quickly jumped back up at Sadie’s smiling ones. What did she just say?

Sadie shooed Joe off with her hands. “Go on, I need to get to work now.” She grabbed Lake’s hand, taking her to a chair in front of a huge, lighted mirror.

“Um, how exactly am I perfect?” Lake didn’t understand how her plain Jane looks were going to entice anyone.

Sadie laughed, picking up some foundation on the table. “Haven’t you ever seen a porn star without makeup? Because you should really Google that.” She pointed to her flawless face. “This is what I call false advertising, honey, and you aren’t even going to need half the makeup I use. Your skin is perfect to the point where I almost want to hate you.”

Lake couldn’t help giggling at her. She knew Sadie was only joking because the woman oozed sex and confidence, showing no hint of real jealousy. Her personality matched her semi-rocker looks with the dark eye shadow and dark hair which had chunky, pale blonde streaks throughout.

She decided to take the time to ask as many questions as she could during her makeover. “So, what do you do?”

“I’m a pit boss here,” Sadie replied, beginning to cake on the makeup.

“What does that mean?” Lake wasn’t fluent in casino terms, considering it was illegal for her to even be in one until the age of twenty-one.

“I’m in charge of all the gambling tables and making sure everyone on the floor is pleased.”

“So, you’re my boss?” she asked.

“Yep, but you will do just fine,” Sadie assured her.

“I’ve never waited on tables before. Don’t you think I need to learn how to do my job before I get all dressed up?” She was definitely more concerned about doing her job properly than how she looked. She needed to keep Dante as happy as possible.