Chapter 2

Chapter two

Bianca

Fred finished his call and set the phone down carefully. “You still remember how to work the VIP rooms?”

I nodded slowly, not trusting my voice. The VIP rooms were different. Private. One on one performances for the club’s wealthiest clients. The rules were strict, no touching, but the dances were more intimate, more personal.

The tips were also significantly better. I had only worked VIP a handful of times before I quit, but I had been good at it. Really good.

“I have a client in thirty minutes. Very important client and a very generous tipper.” Fred’s gaze was steady, “You mess this up, you’re out. You do well, we can talk about a temporary arrangement. A few weeks, like you said.”

“I’ll do it.” The words came out stronger than I felt.