3. Chapter 3 – Sloane
Chapter 3 – Sloane
M y phone dinged annoyingly as I brushed my teeth. I eyed it, laying on the counter next to me and battled whether to open the group chat. I wasn’t sure I had the strength to read what everyone was saying.
Anger still burned in my gut, and I felt like I was going to erupt with it if I gave in and read the messages other girls from The Den were sending.
Last night had been incredible . Finally, I had convinced Tony to let me run some sort of instruction class in the exhibition room and it had sold out almost immediately. And being on stage, God , it was the biggest rush.
How did my night go from the biggest high in memory to the ultimate low within just a few hours?
Oh yeah, Tony fucking Richards selling The Vixen’s Den after we had been making plans for years for me to buy it. Fucking asshole.
And the new owner? What a prick!
A deliciously sexy, melt your panties and leave your legs shaking prick.
I knew nothing about him, aside from his name on his business card.
Tamen Bryce.
Even his name made my body tingle. But I hated him on principle alone. He was enemy number one as the new owner of the club.
He was also my boss and for some reason, he promoted me to manager last night in front of everyone. Even going as far as firing Mel, though to be honest, she needed to go. She was a miserable old hag who didn’t look out for anyone but herself.
But still.
I recounted every word he spoke in the brief meeting and our private one after, trying to figure out as much as possible about the mystery man so I could get my brain and my hormones on the same page before I left for our meeting in an hour.
Of course, he stayed at the fanciest hotel in all of Boston.
Rich fuck.
I hated guys like him; they were all the same. They thought their fat wallet added five inches to their dicks and a full head of hair to their heads; as if the money meant something. I mean, it did to girls like me literally working for it, but the presumption behind it always just aggravated me.
Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t in the business of trading my body for money simply because I needed the cash, but it was a nice perk. There wasn’t some tragic backstory to my life that led me down the path of prostitution like so many other girls I worked with. It wasn’t even because of some overbearing addiction to sex or attention, like some others, either.
I just enjoyed the life. As a call girl and entertainer, I reveled in the power it afforded me. I enjoyed the freedom of it all.
Obviously the money was nice, if I was going to sleep with a client for cash, I might as well get as much out of their pockets as I could before I took their pants off. It just wasn’t the whole reason behind my profession. Which was why Tamen Bryce stepping in and throwing around words like class, luxury, and talents, like we were already beneath him, pissed me off.
Picking my phone up and walking out to my kitchen, I tried to focus on my daily routine as best as I could so I could ignore the feeling of impending doom weighing me down. My schedule was completely thrown off; I was supposed to meet my new boss at his hotel in an hour, a time that clashed horribly with my usual late start. The feeling of panic tightened in my chest.
“Ugh,” I groaned, the frustration a thick, suffocating weight in my chest as I let the enormity of his actions sink in. I thrived on my routine. And he was fucking it up.
My phone dinged again, and I eyed the screen.
Forty-seven new messages to the chat.
And that was after I cleared them when I woke up without reading any.
Fuck it.
The screen of my phone blazed as I swiped it open, a chaotic array of texts from a dozen different girls. I didn’t even have most of them saved in my contacts, but a few had names attached.
Who does he think he is? This ain’t a monarchy! He can’t just control everything like a king! -Unknown 1
He’s the owner babe, that’s literally the perk of his position. – Unknown 2
We’re not all some back-alley hookers, though! How dare he call us classless! -Unknown 3
Well, some of you are. – Unknown 2
Fuck you. – Unknown 1
Right back at you! – Unknown 2
Hey, I’m actually excited to update the place. Think of all the new clients that will come in. Wouldn’t you rather make more money with a little more luxury around? -Trixie
Trixie was young. I remember the first night she came in for work; God, her eyes had been as wide as saucers as she walked into the locker room. At least they were until she got done with her first client of the night.
Because after that, they were screwed shut tight with tears.
She worked at The Den because she got kicked out at seventeen by her dead-beat parents and was just trying to survive. For three years now, she had worked almost every single night to make enough money to survive, and she was still just a kid in a lot of ways.
When I distanced myself enough from my anger, I could understand why a girl like her would be excited about the changes. She deserved a damn break.
Bitch, spreading your legs is spreading your legs. We’re all still whores regardless of how much money we make for it. -Unknown 1
Girls! Enough! Arguing amongst ourselves is not helping! – Val
I paused, noting Valentina’s name attached to one message. She slept with Tamen last night before the meeting and then he made a show about paying her extra in cash right in front of me like it would mean something.
Duh, we fuck for cash. No shocker there.
But even as I looked away from the messages to stare out my window, my body warmed as something like jealousy tried to burn in my gut. There was no way I was jealous of him fucking Val and then being nice to her. And yet, I couldn’t quite place my finger on why I was bristling from the interaction at all.
Maybe it was because I hated him and wanted everyone else to as well. She obviously didn’t.
It felt like there was a traitor in the group.
Scrolling through the rest of the messages, I saw some girls chiming in about knowing him from the past. Those girls had worked privately outside of The Den before, and while there wasn’t much talk about what happened through The Velvet Cage, I was smart enough to realize it wasn’t good.
But the girls from the Cage didn’t have anything bad to say.
We called him the Duke at The Cage. He was actually fantastic to the girls. – Lola
Lola and I were friendly with each other, both with pretty similar back stories. We liked the job, and that kept us coming back night after night. So obviously, I hated that she approved of him.
Girls loved getting booked by The Duke. We spent a week at a time in a luxury penthouse, having whatever food and drinks we could dream of. Going out on the town on his arm, wearing designer clothes he had delivered for us. Never mind that the man can fuck like a pro. He wants to run The Den? I say go for it. He makes money multiply for a living. He can take me home any night he wants as well. I’m here for it. – Raven
Raven was a harder girl to get to know. She was one of those that counted every single dollar she made every day and then left without worrying about making friends in the locker room. Sure, she never made any enemies, she just wasn’t overly friendly.
Scrolling through more praises of the man I hated; I passed one that caught my eye, so I went back. It caught my eye because my name was in it.
All I’m saying is our new manager may have more power in our favor than we could have hoped for. I think The Duke has a thing for Sloane. – Val
My heart raced as I scrolled down farther, looking for an explanation for her claim, and finally found it dozens of messages later. I didn’t even bother to bristle at the replies from the other girls that said things like Go figure . Why am I not surprised? And Everyone has a thing for Sloane. I’m not even a lesbian and I’d bang her.
I read Val’s reply four times before I set my phone down to contemplate it all.
He booked me for a two-hour session in the champagne massage room last night. But when I got to him, he was watching the stage below. He hardly paid any attention to me as he watched Sloane run the show below. Like he couldn’t look away. Then he said he’d tip me well and pay me double my nightly rate in cash if I introduced him to her when we were done. I’m thinking if she holds that much sway over his man brain, it can be used to protect us all. What do you say, girl? – Val
Before I could reply though, Trixie asked what I had been wondering all night since meeting the man and seeing him interact with Val after the meeting.
So, wait, he slept with you, but you think he’s obsessed with her? He sounds like a typical man to me. – Trixie
No, see that’s why I think there’s something worth using there. He didn’t fuck me. He told me to get on my knees and then the man came in my mouth three times while he stared down at her. THE ENTIRE TIME! He kept calling her The Rainbow, and looked at her like he had never seen color before in his life. As soon as she got offstage, he was done. He was almost… wild looking as he watched her. And he was respectful to me in his own weirdly dominant way. I can’t put my finger on it, but I’d dare to call him almost gentlemanly during and after it all. – Val
Damn. Maybe there’s something to it after all. – Lola
Sloane? Care to share your thoughts with the class? We can see that you’re reading these. – Val
I hesitated to reply. It wasn’t like I could decipher my own thoughts long enough to share them, because Val’s account of what happened last night—left me shaken. So, I played it safe, while trying to reassure them as best I could. Because the fact was, I was the new manager, and if I could help the girls better their lives with that role, I was sure going to try.
If I can improve the job for any of us, I’m going to. But I make no promises. I might end up punching him for the fun of it and getting fired. – Me
Val’s reply came back instantly.
You know what they say, girl. Sometimes hate sex is the best sex. – Val
I muted the message thread and closed it before I let her words give my wicked mind too many ideas.
He was my boss. And I hated him because of it.
I couldn’t think about how the idea of him watching me as he orgasmed three different times last night made me want to see if the claims of him being good in bed were true or not. He was off limits to me.
Maybe I’d just let him star in my masturbation fantasies to take the edge off. There was no harm in using him for my own sexual satisfaction if he never knew about it.