Unravel (Club V 1)

My long, wavy blonde hair was down, the way I usually wore it and had a tousled kind of beachy look to it. No wonder Tommy had reached for me. I had to admit it was about as sexy as my hair ever looked and it made me grin. My hazel eyes, flecked with green looked a little mysterious and were just unique enough that I always got compliments on them, especially in the low light of the club. The sconces, bar, and table lighting provided just the right amount of luminescence to make them sparkle brightly. I had been told more than once that they were mesmerizing and I always tried to do my eye makeup in green and gold tones to accentuate this feature.

My high cheek bones, inherited from my grandmother, didn’t hurt my overall appearance either. I had no need for contouring as it was already there and I was grateful for that small, genetic mercy. A mole above my upper lip had been an annoyance to me as a child, but now it was the sort of provocative beauty mark that men and women alike complimented me on constantly.

I stood then and frowned. The one thing I would change about myself if I could was my height. At five feet, four inches tall I was one of the shorter women on the bar staff and it made reaching things on the high shelves a job for Suzy instead of me. But my weight was in check and my hips flared to a kind of curve that I knew caught the eye of many people I walked past. My breasts were the show stoppers though. I might have been on the short and smaller side at 125 pounds, but my 38C breasts were something I took a lot of pride in showing off whenever I could. The club allowed Suzy and I to wear our own clothing instead of the standard club issued uniforms and she and I usually chose tight, extremely low cut tanks or scoop-necked t-shirts. It was one of the more comfortable things about our job—we got to be the fun girls at the bar and most of the time it didn’t even feel like work.

I smoothed out my own miniskirt and turned to take a look at my backside.

“You’ve got a fabulous ass,” I said to myself with a laugh and turned to make my way back out to the bar, for another night at Club V.

Chapter 2

“Who’s r

eady for another round?” I called across the crowded bar, waving a large bottle of reposado tequila toward the patrons with a wink. I received a few ‘whoop’s’ and nods and after I had poured another 12 shots I returned with a $50 bill between my now sweating breasts, placed there ever so generously by Tommy along with his business card, to stand beside Suzy who was adding drinks to a tab.

“Seriously, the ad must have worked. I cannot believe how many new faces I’m seeing here tonight.”

Suzy was right. The place was buzzing with the energy of new visitors to the club and I hoped it meant that plenty of them would be signing up for membership. I knew that once a lot of these people got a taste of what the club had to offer they would have a hard time not returning to scratch the itch it inevitably infected them with.

“You’re doing a great job,” I said, bumping her with my hip. “Really, the place hasn’t been like this in a long time and I think Stew is going to noticed we’ve stepped up to the plate.”

“Look who’s talking,” Suzy said as she grinned and looked down at the $50 bill I pulled out of my cleavage. “Girl, they love you here. Don’t you ever forget it. They couldn’t ask for a better bartender than you. You’re going places.”

I smiled, happy that the strange feeling in my stomach from earlier in the night had left me. I was still uncertain where it had all been coming from. Maybe it was nothing more than my run in with Kevin on the phone that had made me feel funny about coming into work tonight. Either way, I put the thoughts aside and focused on what was in front of me. Suzy was right—I was making tips hand over fist and at this rate I would be able to pay down double on my loans this month. I knew how lucky I was to have this job and there was nothing in the world that was going to lure me away from the club.

“Ladies!” My brief reverie was over as our manager, Stew, made his way through the crowd and behind the bar. Stew was a massive guy at 6’7’ and 290 pounds. A former linebacker, he was now in charge of all the sales here at the club.

He looked around and motioned a hand down the length of the bar. “You two are amazing. Thank you so much for taking on the extra burden of all the new patrons. I don’t think the owners knew just how well it was going to pay off when they placed that ad, but here we are and it looks like it’s going to be amazing.”

“Happy to see it,” I said with a genuine smile.

“Now that I’ve sufficiently oiled the cogs, I do have a favor to ask you specifically, Samara.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Okay?”

“I know tomorrow is your day off, but—”

“Do you need me to come in? That’s no problem.” I blurted the words out. I was always happy to pick up an extra shift.

Stew shook his head. “Well, not exactly. I’m going to bump Lori up to help out Suzy tomorrow night, but I was wondering if you would be able to go to the New York location tomorrow night? They have a big event and combined with the added traffic because of that ad campaign, they need as many hands on deck as they can get. You’ll be paid time and a half.”

My eyes went wide. I had never worked at the New York location of Club V before. I hadn’t ever stepped a foot inside the place, but I knew about it by reputation. And the reputation was that they pulled in the real high rollers. Sure, here in New Jersey we saw quite a bit of money coming through the doors thanks to the people who lived in bedroom communities out here and worked high paying jobs in the city, as well as the folks who had jobs in the gambling industry or who were making their money that way.

But New York City! Bright lights, big city…and people with crazy, insatiable sexual appetites. I guess I just needed to hope that they liked their drinks bottomless as well.

“Absolutely. No problem, Stew. I didn’t have anything on my schedule anyway.” I gave Suzy a glance, thinking of our earlier conversation regarding my now defunct relationship with Kevin.

“Great! I’ll make the call and let them know you’ll be there. Shift starts at 7:00 pm, maybe show up a little earlier so that they can show you the lay of the land. Oh, and you’ll need to grab one of the Club V button down blouses. They’re a little more strict about the look the bartenders have going on at that location.”

I nodded excitedly and kept myself from rushing Stew with a hug. He talked to us a little more about some upcoming events at the club and then disappeared back into his office.

Suzy turned to look at me, her eyes wide. “You’re going to work at NYC!”

“Just for a night…”

“Yeah, but you never know what it could turn into. And my god, you know how much money they see at that location…well, I mean, we don’t really know, but you know it is like major. That $50 Tommy slid between your boobs? Yeah, try something closer to $1000 in New York. Have you ever even seen a $1000 bill?” Suzy leaned against the wall and let out a breathless sigh.

“I doubt anyone is going to slide $1000 between my boobs.”