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drinking since I was 12.”
“Do you have sex at the club?” I wasn’t sure why I asked the question. I’d never really cared about the girls before or who they were or what they did. They just had to look good, dance well, ha ve a pretty or sexy smile, and be up for the job.
“I’ve had sex with some men, sir.” She tried to smile, but it never reached her eyes. “It paid very well.”
“Did you enjoy it?” For some reason, her answer was extremely important to me. I’d always been of the thought that women thought of sex like men did. It was fun and it felt good, and it was a bonus if they got a little something out of it.
“It was fine.” She looked at the ground and took a step back. I frowned as I stared at her. She didn’t look like a woman who was happy with the perks of the job.
“I see. Go and get the whiskeys now.”
“Yes, Greyson.” She hurried away fast and I went and sat back down with Brandon.
“Do you think the girls like their jobs here?” I asked him casually. He looked up at me in surprise.
“Who knows?” He shrugged. “I’m sure some do.”
“Not all though?”
“Who really wants to be a slut or a whore?”
“They’re not sluts and whores.” I felt annoyed at his choice of words.
“Greyson, half of these girls are on drugs and alcohol so they can sleep with some of these slobs.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying, I don’t think most of them actually enjoy working here. But we don’t care, right?”
“Yeah. We didn’t force any of these girls to take the job.”
“They got lucky getting a job here,” Brandon continued. “Half of these girls don’t have any skills. What are they going to do? Most of them were getting high before they even got here. Most were probably sleeping with bums in the street for twenty bucks. We’re helping them change their lives.”
“Are we really?” We stared at each other for a moment and I knew that we were both feeling as much doubt as each other.
“We can’t change it now, Greyson. We’re in too deep.”
I changed the subject. “What you going to do about, Maria?”
“I’ll take care of her.” He sighed. “I’ll shut her up. Make sure she doesn’t go spouting her mouth off anymore.”
“Good . We don’t need her making any trouble.”
***
“Hi, want a dance?” A cute tan girl with dark brown curly hair approached me as soon as I entered the deviants room. The deviants room was dark and private. Only men at the highest level of the club were allowed to enter. There were about twenty girls who worked in the deviants room and they all knew that anything went.
“No, I’m okay.” I shook my head and continued walking.
“But I’d love to show you a good time.” She reached out for my arm and I stopped.
“What’s your name?”
“Janice.”
“Nice to meet you, Janice.”
“It would be nicer if you let me give you a dance.”
I stared at her for a moment, at her sweet impish smile, and realized that she must not know who I was. As the thought struck me, I smiled. “Sure, why not.”
Janice grinned , grabbed my hand, and pulled me to the side of the room to a black leather couch. “Would you like any particular music?”
“No . Surprise me.”
I sat back and concentrated on her , trying to stop myself from looking at what was happening elsewhere in the room, though it was hard. I could hear the sound of the sex swing as it moved back and forth and tried to make a mental note to get someone to come in and oil it. I wondered who was on it and smiled. I knew the sex swing had been a good investment. Who didn’t like finding new ways to have sex?
“I’m a sexy , sexy bitch.” Janice sang out to me and I watched as she started swinging her hips as she bent down to turn on some music. Her ass was sticking in the air for all to see, with only a small black thong. She was wearing some sort of cowgirl covering on top, and it had long leather tassel but it did a good job of
“Do you have sex at the club?” I wasn’t sure why I asked the question. I’d never really cared about the girls before or who they were or what they did. They just had to look good, dance well, ha ve a pretty or sexy smile, and be up for the job.
“I’ve had sex with some men, sir.” She tried to smile, but it never reached her eyes. “It paid very well.”
“Did you enjoy it?” For some reason, her answer was extremely important to me. I’d always been of the thought that women thought of sex like men did. It was fun and it felt good, and it was a bonus if they got a little something out of it.
“It was fine.” She looked at the ground and took a step back. I frowned as I stared at her. She didn’t look like a woman who was happy with the perks of the job.
“I see. Go and get the whiskeys now.”
“Yes, Greyson.” She hurried away fast and I went and sat back down with Brandon.
“Do you think the girls like their jobs here?” I asked him casually. He looked up at me in surprise.
“Who knows?” He shrugged. “I’m sure some do.”
“Not all though?”
“Who really wants to be a slut or a whore?”
“They’re not sluts and whores.” I felt annoyed at his choice of words.
“Greyson, half of these girls are on drugs and alcohol so they can sleep with some of these slobs.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying, I don’t think most of them actually enjoy working here. But we don’t care, right?”
“Yeah. We didn’t force any of these girls to take the job.”
“They got lucky getting a job here,” Brandon continued. “Half of these girls don’t have any skills. What are they going to do? Most of them were getting high before they even got here. Most were probably sleeping with bums in the street for twenty bucks. We’re helping them change their lives.”
“Are we really?” We stared at each other for a moment and I knew that we were both feeling as much doubt as each other.
“We can’t change it now, Greyson. We’re in too deep.”
I changed the subject. “What you going to do about, Maria?”
“I’ll take care of her.” He sighed. “I’ll shut her up. Make sure she doesn’t go spouting her mouth off anymore.”
“Good . We don’t need her making any trouble.”
***
“Hi, want a dance?” A cute tan girl with dark brown curly hair approached me as soon as I entered the deviants room. The deviants room was dark and private. Only men at the highest level of the club were allowed to enter. There were about twenty girls who worked in the deviants room and they all knew that anything went.
“No, I’m okay.” I shook my head and continued walking.
“But I’d love to show you a good time.” She reached out for my arm and I stopped.
“What’s your name?”
“Janice.”
“Nice to meet you, Janice.”
“It would be nicer if you let me give you a dance.”
I stared at her for a moment, at her sweet impish smile, and realized that she must not know who I was. As the thought struck me, I smiled. “Sure, why not.”
Janice grinned , grabbed my hand, and pulled me to the side of the room to a black leather couch. “Would you like any particular music?”
“No . Surprise me.”
I sat back and concentrated on her , trying to stop myself from looking at what was happening elsewhere in the room, though it was hard. I could hear the sound of the sex swing as it moved back and forth and tried to make a mental note to get someone to come in and oil it. I wondered who was on it and smiled. I knew the sex swing had been a good investment. Who didn’t like finding new ways to have sex?
“I’m a sexy , sexy bitch.” Janice sang out to me and I watched as she started swinging her hips as she bent down to turn on some music. Her ass was sticking in the air for all to see, with only a small black thong. She was wearing some sort of cowgirl covering on top, and it had long leather tassel but it did a good job of
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