Naughty Tales Collection

I stare at the ticket in my hand and wonder just how naughty we’re going to be allowed to be at the club on Halloween. Does our room have locks? Will she allow me more than simple touches?

The better question is, will I be able to control myself and hold back?

Chapter Six

Jack

Halloween - One Week Later.

“Hey Marcy?” I poke my head in The Secret Garden owner’s office and see her sitting behind her desk.

“What’s up Eden?” She waves me in. It’s one of the many things I love about working here, Marcy and her husband aren’t just the boss, they give a damn.

“I’d like to do the last show tonight.” I don’t normally request it, because I like being home at a decent hour for Oli, but this time, Carson is still here. He can be the parent for a couple days.

“Sure. Any particular reason?” She meets my gaze with a knowing look. I’ve been gushy all week since Jack has stacked his claim. Almost everyone is on a first name basis with him now. Marcy included. She likes that he doesn’t interfere when one of the customers gets too handsy, he lets the bouncers do their jobs.

“Jack has my ticket tonight. I’d like to bring him up on stage for a dance.”

“Really?” I nod. “He brings out quite the siren in you, doesn’t he? Two is last dance tonight, the stage is yours.” Her grin is wide as I thank her and walk back out.

Two is perfect because Jack won’t be here until the party starts at eleven. I have just over three hours to get on stage twice and work the room a couple times. Tips are my saving grace in this business. They pay more than three quarters of my salary, so I’m always certain to walk the room at least three times a night.

“Eady!” Raine, one of the other dancers closest to my age calls as I walk past the dressing room. “Help me with this?”

“Sure thing.” I wander in to see she’s got on a button up corset with pearl buttons in the back and she can’t reach the last few at the top. “Is Drake your ticket tonight?” Her boyfriend has never been here before and she’d talked about giving it to him previously.

“He is. I can’t wait! We’ve got the Ivy room booked and I promised him a complete strip tease.” The Ivy room is filled with all kinds of flowers to draw men in and I’m not shocked it’s the one she chose.

“Have fun!” I slap her ass as I walk out to make my first rounds for the night. Anticipation strums through me as I watch the clock a little too often.

After my first dance is done as group of young guys around my age enters and I grab a handful of half masks before walking over to them. “Good

evening gentlemen, my name is Eden and for one hour only, I’m all yours.” The last word is barely out of my mouth as one of the men turns and I recognize him from my senior class.

Thankfully the strobe lights are low and continuously flashing so I can get my mask in place before he recognizes me.

“Eden huh, from Adam and Eve. Does this mean we get to eat your apples?” His friends howl with laughter at his corny joke. I roll my eyes and fight the urge to not smack him.

“Sorry boys,” I lean forward to hand them each a mask, “No touching.” They groan their displeasure and I’m able to sidestep one guys hand from grabbing my ass as I walk around the table. I learnt really quick that movement is my friend. These guys drink a lot and get drunk faster than I can run around the table so they’re only going to fall on their faces. From the looks of it they might be three sheets to the wind already.

“It’s a strip club though, isn’t flesh mandatory?” The guy I know, asks. I think his name is Sheldon, but I don’t remember.

“We’re a gentleman’s club and no, the flesh showing is at my discretion, not yours.” Our rules here are clear. Consent is required. Choices are ours. Assholes get kicked out. “That guy, right over there,” I point to Manny, our biggest bouncer at nearly seven feet tall and close to three hundred pounds. He salutes as our eyes meet. “Will be watching me all night long. He’s trained to know when I’m uncomfortable and you’re out of hand. Don’t make Manny mad guys, he eats boys like you for lunch. Now what are you having to drink?” I cock my hip and drop my hand on it as they all boo before giving me their order.

As I walk over to the bar, I stop and speak to Manny. “Watch them tonight please, they’ve already been drinking, and I know the tall blonde from school. He doesn’t like taking no for an answer.”

His snarl deepens as he watches the boys. “Tell Jo they have a three-drink max and take their keys if you can with their names.” Manny may be primarily a bouncer, but he also decides when it’s been enough for one night for a lot of excited men. “Bring them a plate of wings on the house too.”

“Whatever you say boss.”

“Watch it girl.” I giggle as he warns me.

After giving Jo their drink order, I wait as he places everything on my tray and sway my hips to some Pussycat Dolls song playing while Raine dances on stage. Drake is front and center and his eyes are glued to the girl. I can see him tensing as some of her regular’s cat call and beg for more. Manny signals Alex, one of the other bouncers to keep an eye out and move closer.

Business seems to have picked up in the few minutes I was at the bar, because we are almost packed to the max now. Lots of men have come in, in regular clothes but I see a few costumes anywhere from Thor to Bruce Springsteen and everywhere in between. Some guys are ripped and look sexy as hell, others are normal looking guys searching for entertainment.

All the girls are dressed up as one of three things tonight. A sexy maid, the playboy bunny or like me they’re wearing booty shorts and a tube top so small it only covers our breasts, plus a mask of some sort.