Page 28 of Depraved Desires

I grabbed the first jacket I saw, which happened to be a plain black one, and tugged it on. The warmth of it enveloped me, making me thankful for it during this time of year. I slipped on a pair of tennis shoes and then made a beeline through the hallway and out the front door—my coffee long forgotten about. I could just warm it back up later.

Slipping in the passenger seat, I glanced over to a curious-looking Monroe.

“Where to?” he questioned, arching an eyebrow.

I shrugged. “Anywhere I can find a job around here? It needs to be close by.” I couldn’t keep relying on him for help. Both Monroe and Rocky have been so accommodating, but I needed to take matters into my own hands.

His eyebrows drew together as he lost himself in thought. “The only places close by are the sex club and a gas station on the outskirts of town.” He paused, bringing his gaze to mine.

“Sex club?” I repeated.

“Yes, ma’am. You could be a stripper if you wanted,” he teased with a light chuckle. “Or, you can work at the gas station making less than eight bucks an hour.”

I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth as I contemplated that. A part of me always knew I’d become a stripper one day. I guess that time was now.

“The sex/strip club it is then.”

His head snapped over in my direction so fast, I thought his neck might break. “I was kidding,” he quickly said in bewilderment. “What’s got you wanting to get a job now anyways?”

“I need something in my life that I can control. If I ended up on my ass tomorrow, I’d have nothing.”

He was silent for a long while, his teeth grinding together. Finally, he ran his thick fingers through his loosely styled hair, messing it up in the process and giving it a more rugged look. Monroe was easily the hottest teacher I’ve ever seen. Too bad he was married and didn’t seem that interested in pursuing something with me.

“I don’t think working at a sex club is smart,” he explained. “You’ve already been through so much. Are you really prepared to be objectified by horny old men?”

I snorted at the irony in that. “Men objectify women regardless. At least this way, I’ll get paid for it.”

He sighed and shook his head, clearly not seeing it my way. But I didn’t really care. This was my life, and I was tired of having to eat out of everyone else’s palm.

“You’re not giving me a choice in the matter, huh?” he asked, sliding his gaze over to meet mine.

I wasn’t sure why he thought he’d have a choice, but I shook my head. This was something I needed to do. Though, I definitely wouldn’t be pimping myself out to strangers. That’s a sure way to catch an STD.

Monroe released a sigh and laid his head back against the seat. A variety of different emotions crossed his features before he settled on defeat. Seeing him stressed out about something I wanted to do with my life, and my body was weird. This was the same asshole teacher that would barely talk to me outside of schoolwork, aside from the slip-up he had when he drove intomy pussy over and over again. My face flushed at the memory, before I cleared my throat and shoveled those thoughts to the back of my mind before he could notice.

“Alright then…” he trailed off as he switched gears.

Excitement pulsed through me. I hadn’t expected him to actually say yes. Hell, I hadn’t given it a whole lot of thought to begin with. All I knew was that I needed a job. There was no telling when orifI’d be going back to the academy.

The drive to our destination was long and quiet. My thoughts consumed me with each passing mile until we finally reached the massive parking lot. In bold, neon letters it said ‘Club Euphoria’ above the entrance.

How original.

From the outside, the place looked nice though. The building was white with no windows—kind of like a warehouse, but it was kept pristine. The two massive doors leading into the building were large and equally as clean.

“How long do you think this will take?” he asked, staring at the offending building like it had kicked his grandma.

I shrugged. “No clue. If you want, you can head back to the house. I can call you when I’m done.” It seemed like a waste of gas, but he had been at work all day and was probably eager to relax before his nagging wife got home.

“No chance in hell. I’ll see you when you get done.”

“Monroe…” I trailed off. As much as waiting on him to get here would suck, my goal was to refrain from causing him any more problems than was necessary.

“I think we’re past using surnames. You live with me for Christ’s sake. Call me Aiden.” He shot me a pointed look. “Now get the hell out of my car.”

I snorted in response, a small smile playing at the corners of my mouth from his change in demeanor. “Fine,Aiden. I’ll see you soon.” Opening the car door, I stepped out onto thepavement and didn’t hesitate before making a beeline for the building.

Striding inside, cool air engulfed me, not helping to warm my skin from the weather outside. I guess they needed it to be cold in here for obvious reasons. My eyes zeroed in on a receptionist seated behind the front desk. Her hair was dark brown and tied up into a neat bun—like she was a secretary or some shit. Faint music played in the background, making me strain my ears for any other kind of odd noise. I mean, this was a sex club after all.

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