CHAPTER THREE #2
“Guys, some of you have already met her, but this is Ray Ann. She’s one of our newest hires, and tonight’s her first night of working alone.” Carmen said. She gave me a look, and I realized I’d been staring at Nico instead of talking.
If I blushed, I’d do it now as I met his blue eyes and saw that he was checking me out, too. His eyes were locked on my tits. But blushing wasn’t my style.
“Hello,” I said, walking around the huge table and leaning over to put each person’s drink in front of them.
I was surprised to see when I looked up that they were all looking at me.
The premier table had the best view of the stages, and there were several hot strippers all performing sexy dances to a low-key jazz tune.
Later, the main stage would open. That’s where the headliner strippers, like Madeline, performed.
Still, I’d assumed they’d be watching the naked girls twirl around the poles. But their eyes were on me. I looked down to make sure my boobs hadn’t popped out or something. I was going to have to talk to Carmen about going back up in size on my uniform. This was practically obscene.
Then again, as I realized all five men at the table were staring at either my tits or ass, maybe it was right on target.
“Can I get y’all anything else?” I asked after serving everyone.
“You sure can, sweetheart,” Leo said with a wicked grin. He gestured to the floor. “I happened to drop my napkin. Do you think you could pick that up for me?”
I had to fight to keep from rolling me eyes. Was he for real?
I heard a deep, throaty laugh, and I turned to see that Nico was amused by the look on my face. “Baby, if you want to roll your eyes, go right ahead. He’s an idiot, and I love a girl with sass.”
I grinned at him—a real grin. Then I moved over to Leo’s side and bent over without bending my knees. I wanted my ass to be almost in his face. Then I turned and bent over him to tuck his napkin under his plate, making sure my breasts were in his face. Then I stood back up.
“There. All better?”
Leo stared at me with his mouth gaping open for a moment. Then he kind of shook his head, as if clearing it. “My God, yes. I’m so much better.”
I winked at him. “Good.”
Enzo took a sip of his drink while watching me. He made a slight face. “Ray Ann, I’m not sure this is what I ordered.”
Shit. I felt like this was some kind of test.
I sashayed slowly over to where he was sitting, knowing all eyes were on me. I put a finger in his drink, stirred it around, and then put it in my mouth. I made a big show of sucking the alcohol off my finger and moaned. “Mmm. Tastes good to me.”
Enzo’s lips parted as he watched me. “You know what? It just got a whole lot better, baby.” He gave me a quick wink and gave Carmen a pleased look.
Joaquin hadn’t taken his eyes off me yet. He stared at me but addressed Carmen. “Is this one up for grabs? VIP room?”
Several of the hostesses and strippers made extra cash by stripping in the VIP rooms of Sugar. And some gave blowjobs. And others would fuck the guys.
“Off limits,” Carmen said in a firm voice. “She’s living at Cinnamon House, guys.” I knew that was her signal that she was hoping I’d be in her auction one day.
Carmen had created the Cinnamon Auction to provide a safe space for women who wanted to be sugar babies to do it under controlled circumstances. She’d heard of too many women getting hurt when they went through websites. And, of course, she knew the auction would make her a shit ton of money.
She only chose the very best girls to participate in the auction; it was a big honor to be chosen.
And Carmen, a former attorney, created contracts between the Cinnamon Girl and the auction winner so everything was straightforward and there were no surprises.
The women who were auctioned off received lots of money and other perks, like cars, houses, designer clothing, and more.
Of course, that was all in exchange for sex. Lots of sex.
Carmen had the theory that if men got the goods from us anytime they wanted it, they wouldn’t want to pay for it in the auction.
She selected women she knew she wanted in the auction early on when they started working for a Salazar club, restaurant, or other business venture.
Most of the women she chose were hostesses, strippers, or bartenders from Sugar.
There were also a select few she chose to live in Cinnamon House for free.
We were the women she wanted to eventually make ‘headliners’ in the auction.
We were also strictly prohibited from being available for anything sexual in the VIP room.
Making us off limits increased interest…
and the amount men were willing to bid. It was actually kind of brilliant.
Joaquin shook his head, looking disappointed. Enzo did, too, and Leo, huffed out a sigh. “Is it just me, or is every gorgeous woman hired immediately off limits?”
I’d thought I was nervous before I walked over to the premier table, but it was nothing compared to what I felt while I was serving them drinks.
They stared at me the whole time. After a while, I got kind of used to it.
I relaxed and started to be myself. I talked and laughed with them.
Carmen had instructed me not to be too much like myself.
In other words, she didn’t want me to be sarcastic or mean.
So, I tried not to be, but it didn’t last.
I leaned over to put a drink in front of Nico, and I watched as his eyes dropped to my cleavage and stayed there.
“Eyes up here, Inky,” I said before I even thought.
Carmen’s mouth dropped open and Nico’s eyes flew up to mine. “Inky?” he asked.
“You know. All the tatts,” I said.
He gave me a bemused look, and one corner of his mouth turned up. “What if I said I got a new tattoo every time I killed a man?”
“I’d say you’re full of shit.”
He laughed then, the sound rough as if it didn’t happen very often.
“Full of shit, huh?” He reached out and smoothly snaked his hand around my waist. He pulled me over to him effortlessly.
“Sit here,” he instructed, and before I knew it, I was sitting on one of Nico’s large, heavily muscled thighs.
It was covered in a bespoke suit, of course, and I did my best not to inhale too much of his intoxicating scent.
I didn’t want to blow this interview, even if it was the strangest one I’d ever had.
Everyone was quiet for a moment, staring at me and Nico. I just stared back and tried to act like it was the most normal thing in the world. Meanwhile, Nico’s large hand was spreading over my abdomen, his thumb shamelessly running over the bottom of my breast.
I bit my lip, realizing I might have screwed up royally. God, what if he fired me for giving him that nickname? I really needed this job.
I saw his eyes track my mouth, and then he smiled. It was devastating. It lit up his whole handsome face, and I saw that his siblings were surprised. “Baby, I’m not entirely sure of how I feel about that nickname. Why don’t you make it up to me?”
Oh, Jesus. What was he going to have me do? Suck him off at the table while everyone watched? I would die of embarrassment.
His eyes scanned over me lazily, and he ran a tattooed finger over the mounds of my breasts. Then he brought his eyes to mine. “I’m going to call for a try-out,” he said. I couldn’t tell if he was talking to me or Carmen.
“A try-out? But you all liked her.”
Nico looked sharply at his sister. “And I’m going to need to have some alone time with her to make up my mind. Is that a problem?”
Carmen’s face looked like a storm cloud. “I know what you’re doing, asshole, and it won’t work…”
“It’s his birthday, Carmen,” Javy said quietly.
“Oh, for gosh sakes,” Carmen said. She turned to me. “Ray Ann, Nico would like to spend some private time with you in one of the VIP rooms. Is that something you’re willing to do? Your job isn’t contingent on what you say.”
Before I could answer, Nico grabbed my hand. “Ray Ann, I’m not sure my drink is what it should be, either. Can you help me figure it out?”
I was confused by exactly what was going on, but I played along. I twirled my finger in his glass and was about to bring it up to my mouth, when he intercepted it. He put my finger in his mouth and sucked it, rolling his tongue around it in ways that had me clinching my thighs together.
“That’s good. I think it just needed a little something sweet to make it like I wanted it.” He paused for a beat, his eyes locked on mine. “So, what do you say? Can I take you somewhere private and get to know you better?”
I flicked my eyes to Carmen. “It’s up to you, Ray Ann.”
I turned back to him, thinking about how long it had been since I’d had sex. “Sure,” I said in a low sultry tone. I didn’t even mean to sound like that, it was just how it came out.
“Damn,” Joaquin said. “Looking for company?” he asked Nico.
Nico looked at him for a moment as if considering. “Nah. I think the two of us will be so busy getting to know each other, there won’t be room for anyone else.”
Joaquin made a face and threw his napkin down on the table. “Let’s hit Cayenne, Leo.”
Cayenne was the Salazar’s infamous sex club. Carmen had informed me that employees of Sugar weren’t allowed in Cayenne except for very special situations. She said all the members would only want to fuck the girls from Sugar instead of other members.
“Ray Ann?” Nico stood and took my hand. “Follow me.”