Page 21 of Worthy

Elias leaned closer, his eyes fixated on Macy’s. “Not to cut in front of my friend, here, but Macy—you’re gorgeous. Where are you from?”

Darren laughed and shook his head as Elias snaked past him, inserting himself at Macy’s side. They got closer, immediately flirting and chatting. Within a minute, Macy had Elias laughing, and I envied her easy charm and warmth.

“I’m not sorry he cut me,” Darren said smoothly. He moved closer. “Because I happen to think you’re gorgeous.”

“Oh,” I said, nervously gripping my drink. “Thank you... Sir.” Was I supposed to call all the patrons that?

“Ooh, you called me ‘Sir’? That’s so hot, babe.” Darren snaked his hand around my waist and pulled me against him. He was already rock-hard, which shocked me. But I guess a bunch of super-hot girls running around in lingerie in a private billionaire’s club would do that to you…

“I think you might make a platinum-level member out of me,” Darren growled, his hot breath on my cheek. He ground his erection against my side. “I wasn’t planning on shelling out another ten million for a piece of ass, but now that I’ve seen you, I’ve got to have you.”

“That’s so… nice… of you,” I stammered, even though it didn’t seem very nice at all.

“Excuse me, Mr. Payne,” interrupted a silky voice.

Gina appeared at our side with a girl in tow, Mia, another one of the virgins. Mia was tall and slender, with inexplicably large, exquisite breasts and an aspirational, perfectly round ass. Darren didn’t bother to take his arm off me as he checked Mia out from head to toe.

“I’m so sorry, but another patron just purchased platinum rights to Faith. I have to deliver her to a private room,” Gina explained, voice soothing. “So I wanted to introduce you to Mia. Mia, this is Darren Payne, one of our founding members. Darren, this is Mia. I’m sure you two will have a lot to talk about.”

Gina motioned for me, and I practically ran to her side.

Mia, who seemed self-possessed and confident, immediately took my place. She inserted herself next to Darren Payne and smiled up at him. For his part, he looked like the cat who just ate the canary. Agog with Mia in her red lace lingerie, he didn’t give me a backward glance as Gina towed me away.

The Madam pulled me into a shadowy corner of the club. “That was a close one,” she said.

“You’re telling me.” I downed the rest of my Shirley Temple.

Gina eyed me. “Are you drunk, Faith?”

“No—that was a mock-tail. I don’t drink.”

She nodded. “Good. Because neither does your benefactor.”

I stared at the Madam. She wore a silver sequined gown that showcased her curves; her dark waves cascaded over her shoulders. “I have a benefactor? You weren’t kidding about that?”

Gina shook her head. “Of course not. I’m supposed to bring you to him shortly. But let’s stay here for a moment, shall we? I need to make sure everything’s running smoothly before I deliver you.”

Because I’d been immediately pounced on by Darren, I hadn’t even had time to observe the club. First, I checked on Macy—she already had a fresh white wine spritzer in her hand, and she was smiling as she stared up at the handsome Elias. They seemed enamored of each other.

Darren had quickly moved on to the gorgeous Mia. He had his hand cupping her ass, mesmerized, as she whispered in his ear. She rubbed suggestively up against him. Mia would be a multi-millionaire within the hour, I could tell.

At the center of the room, the three dancers had been joined by two women who were twirling on the poles, performing acrobatic moves I couldn’t even pull off on level ground. I didn’t blame the throng of men who sat in the front of the stage and watched them, gobsmacked.

It was still early, but the drinks were flowing freely, and the music thrummed. Several girls were nestled against patrons on the couches; two were already sitting on patron’s laps.

“It just takes one couple to get the party started,” Gina said. She scanned the entire scene, taking everything in. “Once everyone finishes their second drink, it will begin.”

Just then, the music changed to a hardcore, thumping beat. The rear door of the club opened, and Tate strode through. I barely recognized her. She wore thigh-high black patent leather boots, a studded leather bustier and matching thong, and elbow-length black patent gloves. Tate wielded a large, thick black whip. Her long blond hair was loose and wild; her makeup was strong, with black eyeliner and crimson lips, making her look fierce.

She stalked down the center of the stage, then cracked her whip.

“Who’s been a bad boy?” Tate called gleefully.

The patrons erupted into cheers. Many of them raised their hands, calling, “Me! Me!”

“That’s our signal,” Gina said, urging me toward the private rooms. “I have to get back before all the penetration starts. And trust me, it’s going to start soon.”

Rendered speechless, I followed the Madam. Because really, what could I say to that?

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