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‘Good morning,’ she says brightly.

‘Morning.’

‘Well then, young lass, what would you like for breakfast? Waffles, cereal, full English, continental, or something different?’

‘Continental sounds good.’

‘Excellent. Breakfast will be served in the dining room in ten minutes.’

After she leaves I wander over to the window. How strange it all is. Me in this house. Me on a horse with Jake Eden. Ten minutes later I go into the dining room. It is exactly like the rest of the house. Rich and splendid and unlived in.

I eat my warm, perfectly flaky croissant with lashings of butter and jam and drink my cup of freshly brewed coffee alone. But as I am finishing my food Jake appears at the door.

His hair is still wet from his shower and he is dressed in a charcoal shirt, black trousers, a white silk tie and maroon shoes. I remember again the way he looked coming in from the mist, at one with his beast. Uncivilized and utterly beautiful. He is holding a box in his hand.

I stare at him, surprised. I did not expect to see him again this morning. I brush croissant crumbs from my fingers and wipe them on the napkin on my lap.

‘I got you something.’ He seems awkward, totally at odds with his usual macho bravado.

I stand, the chair scraping on the carpet. ‘You got me a present,’ I say stupidly.

He comes toward me and holds it out. I take it cautiously. It is a square box, five inches by five. It is wrapped in dark gray paper with a broad red ribbon. It screams expensive.

I undo the ribbon and tear the paper open. Inside a transparent plastic box is a spray of white orchids. The stem is immersed in a small plastic tube of water and attached to a comb-clip.

‘For your hair,’ he says softly. ‘Wear it tomorrow night… For me.’

White flowers. I remember the poem: Somewhere there’s beauty. Somewhere there’s freedom. I nod slowly, my eyes locked on his. Hypnotized by what I see in them. ‘So you’re coming to the club tomorrow?’

‘Yes. Wait for me?’

I register a surge of uncontrollable joy inside my body. It makes my ears burn. I smile—happy, wistful.

‘And one more thing—Miss Mornington didn’t stay the night.’

SIX

It is a slow night at the club and I worry about how awkward it will be to see Shane there, but as it turns out he does not come in. At two Melanie and I take a cab back to the apartment.

‘I’m hungry,’ I say walking to the fridge. ‘Do you want something?’

‘Get the ice cream out,’ she says flinging herself on the sofa.

‘Chocolate or vanilla?’

‘Both.’

I bring two bowls of ice cream out into the living room and Melanie is taking crumpled, damp notes out of her bra.

‘Whoa,’ I say, kicking off my shoes and curling up on the couch opposite her. ‘I thought we all have to use ECs.’

‘Yeah, we do,’ she admits. ‘But some guys want me to have cash. They know I’d lose twenty percent during cash out and they’d rather I had the whole thing.’

‘Does Brianna know?’

‘Sure.’

‘So how much money do you make in a night then?’ I ask curiously.

‘About a thousand on a bad night and three to five on a good night.’

My eyes widen. ‘Three to five?’

‘Why? How much do you make?’ She looks at me with narrowed assessing eyes.

‘After paying the house fee and other costs about three hundred quid. Once I made seven hundred.’

‘No fucking way,’ she erupts, clearly as shocked as I was that she was taking in up to five thousand in one night.

‘Why is that so shocking?’

She shakes her head. ‘Damn, girl, if I looked like you I’d be making five thousand a shift. That’s what those blonde bimbos take home every fucking night.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes, really, and you know what else? If you don’t start earning at least four figures soon Brianna is going to ask you in for a little chat, and if your income doesn’t improve real quick after that you’ll be politely asked to leave.’

‘Shit,’ I curse softly. I can’t afford that to happen.

‘What did you think? You’re taking up the place of a girl that could be earning thousands for the club. We are the sweets in the sweetshop.’

I stare at her stupidly.

‘Look, it’s not hard. You just have to apply yourself. Do you know what Jolene takes home?’

‘Jolene?’ I frown and shake my head. Jolene is the least good-looking girl at the club. She even has buck teeth. When I met her in the changing rooms it surprised me that Brianna had taken her on.

‘That girl takes six to seven thousand. Sometimes I’ve heard she even makes ten when her regulars come.’

My jaw drops open. ‘Ten thousand pounds?’

‘Yup.’

‘A night?’

‘Yeah. You should see when she cashes out at the end of her shift. It’s like someone hitting jackpot at the fruit machine in a Vegas casino.’

‘What does she do to get them to give her all that money then?’

‘To start with she doesn’t act all high and mighty like you do.’

I open my mouth to deny it, but Melanie holds out a warning hand. ‘I’ve seen you. You will be sitting down with a guy and your body language will be screaming, I don’t want to be here. I mean which man is going to pay a girl who clearly tells him she finds him unattractive.’

‘But they are unattractive..’

‘True, but,’ she licks her spoon, ‘why did you become a dancer?’

‘To make money.’

‘You’re not going to make any with your attitude. You know what Jolene does? She goes and sits next to them and whispers in their ears, “I’m here to be anything you want me to be. I can be the dirtiest, most forbidden whore of your fantasies. Tell me what you want me to be? Talk dirty with me.” And guess what? They never get to touch her, she talks dirty, they empty their wallets, and they come back for more. Now that is a clever dancer. She’ll even invite other girls into the VIP room to dance for her customer and pay them for it.’

The whole idea puts me off. I feel decidedly glum. ‘I don’t get why they just don’t all go to a knocking shop and buy a prostitute.’

‘Aha!’ she cries triumphantly. ‘That is why plain Jolene is taking home ten thousand and super gorgeous you is bringing in three hundred. Because you don’t understand the job. The “no touching” rule means there is no longer any pressure for the man to sexually perform. It’s all about his fantasies. For a few hundred quid he can be that guy of his dreams with beautiful girls hanging on his every word, laughing at his most inane jokes.’

She leans back and takes off her boots. There are more sweaty notes stuck to her calves. As she peels them off and straightens them out on the table I see that some of them have phone numbers scribbled on them.

‘And here is something else you should understand. Dancing can be incredibly empowering and a great turn-on. Why do you think all the girls wear tampons even when it’s not their period?’

My eyes widen.



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