Chapter 22
C H A P T E R
AFTER STANDING HALF-NAKED ONSTAGE IN FRONT OF MEN FOR OVER FIVE YEARS NOW, Honey shouldn’t be nervous, but she was.
She was more nervous than she had ever been before as she anxiously stood in front of the mirror, looking at the outfit that her first client requested her to wear for tonight.
It was a tight, power pink bodice with a white garter belt attached to pink boots.
It was soft and virginal, something unlike the things she had worn before, and she didn’t like how it washed out her blond wig, but it was requested, so she went along with it.
After Nikos gave her the go-ahead, Honey immediately went to speak to Angela, who ran the exchange of pleasure that happened in the back of the club.
She joined the girls with their clients, and Angela had told her that this particular man had been waiting for her for a long time now, and he was very happy to learn that the rule about her had been broken— that she could never work in the back.
It was crazy to think that just a few months ago, she had been begging to work in the back, and now she was here, about to get her chance to make the money she needed in a small amount of time so she could fulfill her own dreams, and she had Nikos to thank for that.
When someone entered the dressing room, Honey turned from the mirror to see Rachel at the door. Rachel gave her a once over as she leaned against the door with her arms crossed.
“Are you nervous?” she asked. Honey wanted to lie and say she wasn’t, but she knew her voice would betray her just as the shake in her legs would. She was beyond nervous, filled with anxiousness that made her stomach tight.
“It’ll be nerve-wracking in the beginning,” Rachel admitted from her own experience. “And to be honest, the feeling won’t ever really go away, especially with new clients, but it’ll get easier.”
Honey’s stomach tightened more as she drank in Rachel’s words.
“You’ll have to learn how to harden yourself again like you did when you first started dancing. You’ll have to harden yourself even more and create thick layers of skin to do this.”
“But it’s worth it, right?” Honey said, wanting some hopeful words.
After all, Rachel did it too and made lots of money from it.
Most girls came here looking at the exit sign immediately, but Rachel wasn’t one of them.
She knew what her good looks were worth and wrung every last dime out of it without blinking an eye.
“The worth always depends on the person,” Rachel said, shrugging. “But I wish you good luck, anyway. Angela always tries to give newbies the easiest clients to work with first, so it shouldn’t be bad. It’ll just be a bit… off-putting.”
That wasn’t what she wanted to hear, but she was thankful that Rachel was honest with her.
“Good luck,” Rachel told her as James entered the room.
“Your client is coming,” he told her, and Honey took a deep breath before following James to the back.
On their way there, passing through the club, she saw Nikos in passing as he spoke to another man.
When their eyes met, he smiled at her. A few months ago, she would have completely ignored him, but she found herself giving a small smile back before she went behind the doors to the back, where James led her to the room where she would meet her client soon.
“Ring the bell if there’s an emergency,” James told her as he pointedly looked at the button in the corner of the room, and Honey nodded.
“Good luck,” James told her before he turned to leave, but Honey stopped him.
“Has any of the girls rung the bell before?” she asked.
“Unfortunately, yes,” James said, and the nervous expression on her face must have shown because he quickly tried to reassure her. “It’ll be okay, though. As soon as I hear it, I’ll be here.”
Honey nodded and watched as he left before she walked around the room, looking at the table filled with assortments of condoms and flavored lubes.
Then, she walked over to the closet and cringed when she opened it.
There were many sex toys and items— vibrators, whips, chains, belts, sexy outfits, and more.
It made her insides churn as she became more nervous.
But she quickly tried to shake those nerves away because she knew this was supposed to be a simple blow job and sex for four grand.
It’ll be worth it, she told herself.
When she heard the door open, she looked over to see her client step inside. He was clearly a wealthy man, and the stacks he spent on her meant nothing to him. She could tell from his attire, wearing expensive brand-name clothing and a watch worth way more than what he was paying for tonight.
“Hello,” Honey said politely. “I’m Honey.”
“I never thought I would ever be able to have the opportunity to have you,” the man said, eyeing her with lust-filled eyes that unnerved her. She had often been under that gaze but never in a private room. The stage always separated her from that.
“I wasn’t sure at first, but now I know it’s a good thing that Antonis isn’t in charge anymore,” he said, “if that means I’ll be able to have you.”
Honey wondered how long he had requested her as she watched him sit on the bed.
“Take your robe off,” he instructed her, and Honey had to refrain from frowning at his demanding tone. On the stage, she was in control, but here, she wasn’t. She would have to get used to that.
Honey slid her robe off, letting it pool down at her feet. The man whistled in appreciation.
“Lift your arms,” he told her, and she followed his order. “Lift your breasts. Yeah. Just like that. Now, turn around and bend over.”
Honey tried to remain calm as she bent over. She was creeped out and disturbed, but she masked it from her face, knowing it would not bold over well with this man, and she would lose the money.
Honey waited for her next instruction, but to her surprise, he came up behind her and slapped her ass, painfully hard. Her ass burned, and she bit her lip to stop herself from going off.
“Turn around,” he said, and she could practically hear his grin. When she turned around, the tint in his pants greeted her. He was clearly enjoying this. Unfortunately, she was not.
“You’re the most beautiful woman here,” he told her before he grabbed her and kissed her, squeezing her ass really hard.
Honey tried to remind herself that she was getting paid by the end of this as he aggressively fondled her with little finesse or care about how it would feel for her.
It was almost as if she were a doll to him, not a human being.
After getting his fill, he released her, looking satisfied, his cheeks pink and eyes tinted with lust.
“Get on the bed, and get on your hands and knees. Look face forward,” he told her. Honey did as instructed and looked face forward at the wall, but her head flipped around when she heard the closet door open. She watched as he started grabbing toys.
“Toys aren’t a part of the deal arranged between us,” Honey said.
“I thought I told you to face the front.”
Honey looked at him, affronted. “I thought toys weren’t a part of the deal either.”
“So, you’re one of those sassy Black women,” he said, and Honey bristled, not liking his tone at all.
“I’ll pay you an extra thousand,” he told her as he continued to peruse the closet, but he had lost his mind if he thought this would continue.
He had already rubbed her the wrong way with the aggressive ass slapping and how hard he had been squeezing her breast, but after his sassy black comment, she didn’t think she wanted to do this anymore.
“I didn’t sign up for any of this,” she said as she got off the bed and went to grab her robe from the ground, but the man stalked over and grabbed her arm, stopping her.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” he questioned angrily, but Honey didn’t care if he had been waiting for centuries. She wouldn’t continue this.
“Get off of me,” she told him through clenched teeth.
“Are you trying to up your value?” he asked. “I’ll pay you an extra two thousand.”
“No,” she spat. He could have said he was going to throw ten, and she still wouldn’t change her mind.
She tried to walk away, snatching her arm from his grip, but she didn’t get very far before he grabbed her mouth. She stared at him wide-eyed as he revealed a gag in his hand before trying to place it on her. Honey struggled against his hold, terrified.
“Don’t raise your price too much,” he told her as she struggled. “It’ll be good for us both. I’ve always wanted a taste of Honey.”
She panicked as she struggled even further, thrashing her body about.
Then, finally, they fell to the ground, and she could push him off.
As she got up and scrambled away, he tried to grab her but narrowly missed her and only ended up ripping her bodice instead.
But Honey didn’t let that stop her as she hit the button, ringing the alarm.
She then went over and grabbed the lamp off the side table, holding it as a weapon.
“If you touch me again, I swear I’ll hit you with this until I see the white meat,” Honey said, breathing heavily.
The man stood up, looking livid, his face red with anger. “I pay way too much at this club to be treated like this by a Black bitch like you.”
The door swung open, and James stepped inside. He looked between them two, taking in the scene before he walked over to the man.
“Come on. You have to leave,” James said.
“Me? Leave? I pay both of your salaries here. I won’t leave,” the man spat. But James ignored him as he grabbed him and wrestled him out. “I won’t stand for this. I’m going to tell Antonis and get you both fired. Fuck you, you fucking—”
The rest of his words snuffled out as James took him out of the back area. Once he was gone, Honey fell to her knees, covering her exposed chest as tears fell from her eyes. She couldn’t believe something like this had happened on the very first night.