Page 52 of Craving Paradise
“Sure, two secs.” I quickly wash off.Wonder what’s going on?I turn off the shower, walk over to the towel warmer, and grab a hot towel to wrap around me. We step out of the shower room and into the dressing room around the next alcove. “What is it? Everything okay?”
Vixen takes a seat on the bench, and I sit down beside her.
“There are only a handful of people in here that I trust. You and Elle are some of them.”
Okay, now I’m getting worried.
“Mr. Fox came in tonight.”
Everything stills in me. “Did he?” I say, trying to hide any emotion about the tiny crush I’m developing on the man. We agreed we wouldn’t see each other for a month, and I didn’t realize how much I’ve actually missed him, which is bad and the best reason why we can’t see each other again.
“Yeah, we spent the night in the voyeur room.”
Oh shit.
No.
He did not just watch what happened on stage.
“And from your silent freakout, I can see that you’re having … yes, he watched you get fucked by the boys on stage. And yes, he was jealous watching what was happening to you.”
“That’s not my fault.”
“I know it’s not. Guests can get jealous when they see their girls fucking other people. It was the fact that when we were fucking, he used the name Lauren, not Ren,” Vixen, who is Victoria in the real world, tells me.
Fuck.
Also, hearing Vixen say she fucked Mr. Fox has my insides being weird, and I don’t like that.
“I’m coming to you as a friend, babe. Be careful with whatever is going on between the two of you. I saw it that first night we all played together. There was a spark, and that’s why I took over, but I didn’t realize it had gotten to this.”
“It’s not what you think, Tori. I promise, but I can’t tell you here,” I say, looking around the room. You never know where some nosey little ears can be.
“Fine, I’ll meet you down at the pub in twenty. Give me a moment with Gabe’s tongue first. I will not miss out on that magical carpet ride. You know that man takes two seconds to get you off.” Vixen chuckles.
“Only fair, he’s in a mood tonight, so you better get back in there before he’s jumped on someone else.”
Vixen smiles and skips around the corner and back toward the shower.
“Gabe, I’m here for my service,” she calls out.
I turn on my heel, leave the dressing room, and walk back to the staff room where all my clothes are. I quickly get dressed and head down to security to clock out.
“Lauren, my gorgeous girl, where are you off to tonight?” Paul, one of the security guys, asks me.
“Meeting Tori down at the pub for some drinks.”
“Righto, let’s go then,” he says, walking out of the security room where all the other guys are waiting for the rest of the staff to finish their shifts.
The Paradise Club takes the security of their staff seriously. We are always escorted to the tube station after work, depending on the time of night. If it’s past a certain hour, then a private car will be there waiting for us to go anywhere we wish. It’s the same for both male and female staff members. Even if we are going around the corner to our local pub, they will walk with us. You never know if a guest might develop an unhealthy obsession with a staff member. It’s happened many times before and because of security, it’s the only reason they have found out about the problem.
Paul and I walk along the busy city streets as if we are two normal people, not that he’s my bodyguard. We chat about mundane things like his grandkids’ football games and how the chickens next door keep eating his veggie patch. We say our goodbyes after he escorts me into the pub. I find a booth in the corner by the window and take a seat. I order a couple of rounds of tequila because I think we’re going to need them and some cocktails, and because I’m hungry, a bowl of fries. I sip on my cocktail while I wait for Tori.
I wave her over when I see her walk through the door. She gives me a big smile and heads toward me.
“Thanks so much for waiting, babe,” she greets, kissing my cheek. “Oh, thanks for the cocktail,” she adds, taking a sip as she slides into her side of the booth. “I needed that after Gabe. I will never get sick of him eating my pussy.” She chuckles.
I hold up my cocktail to cheers her for that comment. She clinks her glass against mine, and we burst into laughter. The bowl of fries comes out just in time, and we both begin picking at them.