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Author: Hanna Jameson
leant in. ‘Look, this isn’t the Royal Opera House. If you can put one leg in front of the other and smile at the same time most people here will be happy. Have you got any special talents?’
‘I can sing OK and I can paint. I’m not sure if I’m particularly special at either.’
‘Well, I can be the judge of that.’ He smiled at me again.
I decided right then that I was going to have sex with him. At some point, whether it was next week or in a few months or whatever, it was definitely going to happen. It had never not happened when I’d decided on it.
‘You know how this place works?’ he asked.
‘It’s a strip club, right?’
‘Yes... and no. Officially, we’re an erotic club. I manage it, with my partner Ron. Ronnie O’Connell.’ He spread his hands. ‘But I’m going to be upfront, cos you don’t seem naive. We do a lot here. We’re Members Only. People... certain people... come here to meet. We entertain them, give them free drinks, give them a song and dance, and depending on who they are we send the best girls to their homes for private performances. Are you OK with that? Potentially?’
‘With going to some guy’s house?’
‘They’re never just some random guy here. We vet all our members very thoroughly; you’d be safer working here than you would be on the tube. We can promise that.’ He became very serious suddenly. ‘We’ve never had a single incident, not with a member.’
I mulled it over, but I wasn’t surprised. You’d have to be an amateur at life to go for a job interview at a club like this and not expect to be asked to partake in some mild prostitution.
‘Well... yeah, I’d be fine with that,’ I said, shrugging.
‘Great!’ He couldn’t quite repress the smile. ‘Um, before you do that you will need to provide a clear and very recent STD test. Only valid within the last month.’
‘OK. I think I’m starting to understand what this place is all about.’ I tapped the arms of my chair and looked around the office again. ‘I don’t think I’ve made a very good first impression on my co-workers though. I’m pretty sure old bitch-face who just left isn’t that big a fan.’
He laughed and sat back in his chair, spinning around a bit. ‘Co-worker? You’re confident.’
‘Well, I’ve got this job, right?’
‘You’ve got it, yeah. Er... Seven.’ He rubbed at his stubble. ‘Old bitch-face doesn’t work here though.’
‘Oh, great.’
‘She’s my wife actually. She works at PWC.’
Fuck. There wasn’t anything I could say to rescue myself from that, so I reddened and said, ‘Oh.’
‘It’s OK; she’s an accountant. She knows she’s a bitch.’ He grinned at me, but I wasn’t sure if he was joking. ‘But you’re probably right to say that she doesn’t like you. She doesn’t like anyone who works here. Sometimes I think she doesn’t even like me.’
I looked for the wedding ring and there it was, where I should have seen it in the first place. I’d noticed that his office was eerily tidy, everything in line with something else, or perpendicular to something else, but I hadn’t noticed the wedding ring.
‘Can you stand up so I can check you over? I can call Daisy up if you want a girl in the room but it’s just a look. Nothing weird, don’t worry.’
The barmaid had seemed nice, but I didn’t feel threatened. On the contrary, I wanted to us to be alone.
I stood up, put my bag down beside me and pushed the chair away.
‘Everything?’ I asked.
The air in the office was hot and the one window was shut.
‘Everything you feel comfortable with, but the top layer has to go. It’s so we can check for marks, tattoos and stuff. We don’t allow anyone to use drugs here so we look for any evidence of that as well, needle marks... weird bruises.’
‘OK.’
I took off my leather jacket and put it down on the chair behind me, then my boots. As I unbuttoned my shirt I looked down at my fingers, and then met his
‘I can sing OK and I can paint. I’m not sure if I’m particularly special at either.’
‘Well, I can be the judge of that.’ He smiled at me again.
I decided right then that I was going to have sex with him. At some point, whether it was next week or in a few months or whatever, it was definitely going to happen. It had never not happened when I’d decided on it.
‘You know how this place works?’ he asked.
‘It’s a strip club, right?’
‘Yes... and no. Officially, we’re an erotic club. I manage it, with my partner Ron. Ronnie O’Connell.’ He spread his hands. ‘But I’m going to be upfront, cos you don’t seem naive. We do a lot here. We’re Members Only. People... certain people... come here to meet. We entertain them, give them free drinks, give them a song and dance, and depending on who they are we send the best girls to their homes for private performances. Are you OK with that? Potentially?’
‘With going to some guy’s house?’
‘They’re never just some random guy here. We vet all our members very thoroughly; you’d be safer working here than you would be on the tube. We can promise that.’ He became very serious suddenly. ‘We’ve never had a single incident, not with a member.’
I mulled it over, but I wasn’t surprised. You’d have to be an amateur at life to go for a job interview at a club like this and not expect to be asked to partake in some mild prostitution.
‘Well... yeah, I’d be fine with that,’ I said, shrugging.
‘Great!’ He couldn’t quite repress the smile. ‘Um, before you do that you will need to provide a clear and very recent STD test. Only valid within the last month.’
‘OK. I think I’m starting to understand what this place is all about.’ I tapped the arms of my chair and looked around the office again. ‘I don’t think I’ve made a very good first impression on my co-workers though. I’m pretty sure old bitch-face who just left isn’t that big a fan.’
He laughed and sat back in his chair, spinning around a bit. ‘Co-worker? You’re confident.’
‘Well, I’ve got this job, right?’
‘You’ve got it, yeah. Er... Seven.’ He rubbed at his stubble. ‘Old bitch-face doesn’t work here though.’
‘Oh, great.’
‘She’s my wife actually. She works at PWC.’
Fuck. There wasn’t anything I could say to rescue myself from that, so I reddened and said, ‘Oh.’
‘It’s OK; she’s an accountant. She knows she’s a bitch.’ He grinned at me, but I wasn’t sure if he was joking. ‘But you’re probably right to say that she doesn’t like you. She doesn’t like anyone who works here. Sometimes I think she doesn’t even like me.’
I looked for the wedding ring and there it was, where I should have seen it in the first place. I’d noticed that his office was eerily tidy, everything in line with something else, or perpendicular to something else, but I hadn’t noticed the wedding ring.
‘Can you stand up so I can check you over? I can call Daisy up if you want a girl in the room but it’s just a look. Nothing weird, don’t worry.’
The barmaid had seemed nice, but I didn’t feel threatened. On the contrary, I wanted to us to be alone.
I stood up, put my bag down beside me and pushed the chair away.
‘Everything?’ I asked.
The air in the office was hot and the one window was shut.
‘Everything you feel comfortable with, but the top layer has to go. It’s so we can check for marks, tattoos and stuff. We don’t allow anyone to use drugs here so we look for any evidence of that as well, needle marks... weird bruises.’
‘OK.’
I took off my leather jacket and put it down on the chair behind me, then my boots. As I unbuttoned my shirt I looked down at my fingers, and then met his
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