Page 2 of My Five Daddies

I never thought I’d be doing something like this, but my student loans need to get paid off somehow. Cara promised that I can make a few thousand dollars per night if I play my cards right and use my, ah, “assets,” her word. That’ll go a long way toward getting me out of debt and into a newcar.

I stare at myself for another minute. I barely recognize my own face. This isn’t my kind of place, I’m not really that outgoing. I’ve been a waitress before, of course, for a few years when I was still in college, but this is different. This place… I’ve never been anywhere likeit.

Doesn’t matter. Time to suck it up and do it. I can handle it. I take a sharp breath, feeling better after my little personal pep talk, and turn to the heels. I slip them on and totter out my bedroom door, confidence waning, but dedicated to seeing thisthrough.

* * *

Promise isin a nondescript building in the richest part of the city. It’s tucked away behind a dry cleaner and a bottle shop. The door is red with a green square in the middle, and there’s no other identifying information on the outside. Cara says that’s on purpose, they don’t want just anyone coming inside. I ring the bell to the left and wait asecond.

“Yes?” the voicesays.

“I’m Tori, Cara’s replacement. She said to say the words, ‘I promise to bepolite.’”

There’s a slight pause and then a buzz. “Come on up,Tori.”

I pull open the door and step inside. There’s a dimly-lit staircase ahead of me jutting sharply up toward the second floor, and so I start to climb. My heart is beating quickly, and I’m so nervous I can barely stand it, but I’m keeping one foot in front of theother.

I step out onto the landing and frankly, I’m incredibly surprised. The waiting room looks expensively furnished, spacious and bright with comfortable modern couches, dark painted walls, and low-hanging lightfixtures.

“Tori,” a woman says, stepping out from behind a desk. “It’s nice to meetyou.”

She’s in her late thirties or forties, with thick eyeliner and a bright smile. She’s pretty, almost beautiful in an odd sort of way. Her nose juts at a slight angle, probably from being broken in the past, and she’s wearing a very conservativeoutfit.

I shake her hand. “It’s nice to meet you too,” Isay.

“I’m Stacey, manager here at Promise. Did Cara get you up tospeed?”

I nod. “More orless.”

“Did she tell you what we dohere?”

I hesitate. “She mentionedit.”

Stacey smiles warmly at me and puts her hand on my arm. “Don’t be nervous,” shesays.

“Sorry,” I say, laughing a little. “It’s hard not tobe.”

“I know, I get it. We’re a sex club, so it can seem intimidating. But believe me, we’re an upscale place. The men here have all been vetted hundreds of times, and they pay handsomely for the privilege of being here.” She pauses a second and nods her head toward the hallway which leads back into the club. “Come on, thisway.”

I bite my lip and follow. When Cara first told me that she was working at a sex club, I thought she was insane. I mean, that’s prostitution, which is insanely illegal. But she said a lot of politicians and rich people attend it, so it’s basically protected. Only the richest, most powerful men can even get in, so there’s no real risk. People in charge have no incentive to shut it down, since they’re theclientele.

Still, it blew my mind, and it’s even crazier that I’m here. I don’t know what I’m doing, but there’s no backing down at thispoint.

I expected to find something seedy and sordid, but instead the whole place is immaculately clean and furnished in a modern and expensive style. We pass by closed door after closed door, and Stacey looks over her shoulder tospeak.

“So, the club takes up this whole block. It’s pretty huge. Don’t hesitate to ask anyone directions orsomething.”

“The wholeblock?”

She nods and continues talking. “You’ll be assigned to a single room tonight. You’re the waitress, but also the host. It’s much more than just seating people like at a restaurant. You laugh at their jokes, flirt with them, make sure they’re having a good time like you’re hosting their party. But don’t touch them and they won’t touch you. They know the rules.” She stops in the hallway and turns back to me. “What did Cara say you doagain?”

“I’m in marketing,” Isay.

She smiles. “Good. And you’ve waitressedbefore?”

I nod. “Definitely.” They know all this, so I’m not sure why she’s asking. I had to do a background check, fill out a personality test, and submit a detailed resume before they’d consider letting me take Cara’s shifts. Clearly they don’t mess aroundhere.

“Good. Listen, I’m assigning you a good group of guys. Be nice, give them whatever they want, and you’ll do fine.Okay?”

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