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to be, but it pays to let him show his interest. He won’t be a pest and he is generous to his friends. It really is very nice.”
“Very nice? Is that all?” Kenzi affected a smirk.
The tall woman leaned down slightly to speak in Kenzi’s ear. “If you let him, he will melt your panties off. He knows his way around a woman’s body.”
Kenzi was surprised by the crass language combined with the cool tone which Tasha used.
“Just don’t get attached, Maksim doesn’t stay with anyone long, no matter how much you want him to.” Tasha began moving again, and left Kenzi jumping to catch up.
When Kenzi glanced back, Maksim and Gabriel were headed down the hallway and away from her. She breathed a sigh of relief and went back to following Tasha and trying to keep her focus off her nagging hunger.
It was nearly closing time when Tasha again stopped to listen to her earpiece. With a sly smile she turned to Kenzi after she issued a short affirmative to whoever was speaking.
“Maksim has asked to meet you. He’s in his office.” Tasha pointed the way and turned back to her position at the door, carefully monitoring the departing guests.
Kenzi felt her heart begin to race again. If Gabriel was there she knew she’d be discovered. There was no way to disguise her scent in a small room. She cursed the rise of non-smoking laws, maybe a heavy nicotine and tar smell would have covered her. As it was she squared her shoulders and made her way to the back of the club. Along the way she resolved to fight to the last if this was the end. She wouldn’t mind dying if it meant she could destroy the thing that had made her into a monster.
She knocked and answered the call to enter. Maksim was alone, sitting behind a large carved desk. The room held two black velvet couches that faced each other across a low table. Several large flat screens displayed the club from multiple camera angles. Kenzi was surprised to see some of the now-vacant private booths had cameras in them as well.
“Kenzi, it is good to meet you,” he said with a smile. He spoke with a mild Russian accent, and his smile seemed both open and charming.
“Mr. Bulgarin, it is nice to meet you as well,” she said coolly.
“You may call me Maks, and I just wanted to get a sense of my new hostess.” Maksim did not disguise his appraising study of her form.
“Do I meet with your approval?” Kenzi managed a tone that suggested amused annoyance.
“Yes you do,’ laughed Maksim. “I find you very beautiful, and I like how you carry yourself. Maybe sometime soon we can discuss where you’ve worked before and what you bring to this club.”
“If you’d like. Is that all?” Kenzi turned to go.
“Not quite, I want you to enjoy working here. This place is all about pleasure, for our guests and for ourselves. I want you to enjoy working here.” Maks spread his arms in an expansive gesture. “Our time in this life is all too short, we must get as much as we can out of every moment. Do you agree?”
Kenzi allowed herself a coy smile. “I know how to enjoy myself, if that’s what you mean.”
“I can only hope you don’t have to enjoy yourself too often. Someone like you should be enjoying others as often as possible.” Maks’ open and obvious enjoyment of his double entendre made it less creepy, and more charming, than Kenzi would have imagined if someone had related it to her instead of her hearing it herself. This was a man who loved pleasure in all forms, and seemed to want everyone else to enjoy themselves as well.
Kenzi laughed. “I agree, pleasure shared is much more fun.”
Maksim came from around his desk and took Kenzi’s hand in his own and pressed it to his lips. “I think I will enjoy getting to know you.”
Kenzi smiled, and the thought that only a Russian could make so cheesy a display seem so, well… Old World . Maks seemed so fun and virile,
“Very nice? Is that all?” Kenzi affected a smirk.
The tall woman leaned down slightly to speak in Kenzi’s ear. “If you let him, he will melt your panties off. He knows his way around a woman’s body.”
Kenzi was surprised by the crass language combined with the cool tone which Tasha used.
“Just don’t get attached, Maksim doesn’t stay with anyone long, no matter how much you want him to.” Tasha began moving again, and left Kenzi jumping to catch up.
When Kenzi glanced back, Maksim and Gabriel were headed down the hallway and away from her. She breathed a sigh of relief and went back to following Tasha and trying to keep her focus off her nagging hunger.
It was nearly closing time when Tasha again stopped to listen to her earpiece. With a sly smile she turned to Kenzi after she issued a short affirmative to whoever was speaking.
“Maksim has asked to meet you. He’s in his office.” Tasha pointed the way and turned back to her position at the door, carefully monitoring the departing guests.
Kenzi felt her heart begin to race again. If Gabriel was there she knew she’d be discovered. There was no way to disguise her scent in a small room. She cursed the rise of non-smoking laws, maybe a heavy nicotine and tar smell would have covered her. As it was she squared her shoulders and made her way to the back of the club. Along the way she resolved to fight to the last if this was the end. She wouldn’t mind dying if it meant she could destroy the thing that had made her into a monster.
She knocked and answered the call to enter. Maksim was alone, sitting behind a large carved desk. The room held two black velvet couches that faced each other across a low table. Several large flat screens displayed the club from multiple camera angles. Kenzi was surprised to see some of the now-vacant private booths had cameras in them as well.
“Kenzi, it is good to meet you,” he said with a smile. He spoke with a mild Russian accent, and his smile seemed both open and charming.
“Mr. Bulgarin, it is nice to meet you as well,” she said coolly.
“You may call me Maks, and I just wanted to get a sense of my new hostess.” Maksim did not disguise his appraising study of her form.
“Do I meet with your approval?” Kenzi managed a tone that suggested amused annoyance.
“Yes you do,’ laughed Maksim. “I find you very beautiful, and I like how you carry yourself. Maybe sometime soon we can discuss where you’ve worked before and what you bring to this club.”
“If you’d like. Is that all?” Kenzi turned to go.
“Not quite, I want you to enjoy working here. This place is all about pleasure, for our guests and for ourselves. I want you to enjoy working here.” Maks spread his arms in an expansive gesture. “Our time in this life is all too short, we must get as much as we can out of every moment. Do you agree?”
Kenzi allowed herself a coy smile. “I know how to enjoy myself, if that’s what you mean.”
“I can only hope you don’t have to enjoy yourself too often. Someone like you should be enjoying others as often as possible.” Maks’ open and obvious enjoyment of his double entendre made it less creepy, and more charming, than Kenzi would have imagined if someone had related it to her instead of her hearing it herself. This was a man who loved pleasure in all forms, and seemed to want everyone else to enjoy themselves as well.
Kenzi laughed. “I agree, pleasure shared is much more fun.”
Maksim came from around his desk and took Kenzi’s hand in his own and pressed it to his lips. “I think I will enjoy getting to know you.”
Kenzi smiled, and the thought that only a Russian could make so cheesy a display seem so, well… Old World . Maks seemed so fun and virile,
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