Page 32 of Depraved Desires

“Please,” she begged, right before I ruthlessly and heartlessly pushed her off the edge. A piercing scream stung the air prior to hitting the water.

Clenching my eyes shut, I sucked in a few shallow breaths as I worked to regulate my breathing. There was a part of me that hoped there was some truth to what Collin had said earlier. But the logical part of me knew it wasn’t possible. Aspen was gone, and she wasn’t coming back.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Aspen

My mouth opened and closed like a gaping fish, gasping for air. No matter how much oxygen I breathed into my lungs, it still didn’t feel like it was enough. Moans bounced off the walls of the rather large office, my gaze glued to the couple fucking on the wide sofa. Usually, it would be easy to overlook. I’ve seen people fuck before and it never had this impact on me. Quite the opposite really. My cheeks heated at the memory of Raven and Hunter in that shower, but the feeling was gone as quickly as it resurfaced. Raven was gone, and this wasn’t Hunter.

The woman was on all fours, her black hair spilling in front of her face. Her breasts were large and nice to look at—even for me, and her hips jiggled with every movement. She was absolutely stunning.

“Ah,” a feminine voice spoke up, acknowledging my existence for the first time. Swinging my gaze over to the wooden desk at the far end of the room, a woman sat perched on her desk. One leg was crossed in front of the other and her dark hair was pulled into a sleek bun. “Come,” she urged, motioning me over.

Rocky could fuck who he wanted. I didn’t know why he was here, or who that girl was, but it was the least of my concerns. He was too wrapped up in her to even notice that I’d walked into the room. Pain splintered through my chest, trying to call me a liar. I did care, but I didn’t know why.

Striding to the far end of the room, I halted once reaching my destination. This must be Talissa. She was beautiful and had a motherly glow to her. Her skin was smooth, and her eyes were painted in dark liner.

“You were interested in working here?” she questioned, over the sound of skin slapping and moans echoing through the room.

Wincing, I nodded. Did she usually conduct meetings like this? I guess this was the best way to find out if someone would be a good fit to work here or not, considering this was a sex club and all.

“Have you ever been here before?”

“No. I just moved here this year. After—” the moans and slapping noises were throwing me off, especially because the guy fucking her was someone, I’ve apparently grown to like a little bit over the last couple weeks. Clearing my throat, I continued. “After something traumatic happened in my life, I realized I needed a job. This one intrigued me most out of my limited list of options.”

Talissa’s red lips twitched into a small smile. She seemed elegant and poised. It was ironic that she owned this establishment.

“I see. Were you wanting to be an escort, exotic dancer, or cocktail server? We have janitorial open as well, but you’re much too pretty to be scrubbing vomit and shit. There’s also the hybrid option if you’d enjoy dancing and fucking. The payout for that is exceptionally well, and you’d be monitored by security at all times and escorted to your car at the end of each shift.”

I told myself that I wouldn’t be pimping myself out, but there was something about this woman that just made me want to do whatever she wanted me to. She had that easiness about her that was just welcoming and kind. It wasn’t like I’ve never been used before. At least this way, I’d make money off these scumbags.

“How much better is the payout for hybrid?” I probed, my palms sweating and my subconscious screaming at me for being a hypocritical hoe.

Shifting on the desk, she smiled down at me. “On average, our dancers make three-thousand-dollars a night, though, there are slow nights and there are bigger nights. Lap dances here are thirty dollars a song, then we have the shower rooms and champagne rooms, as well as the VIP area. Those costs depend on what package the customer purchases. You also get paid when a customer buys you a drink. For our escorts, blow jobs cost four-hundred-dollars, sex costs one-thousand-dollars, and if they want to spend the entire night with you, that’s four-grand.”

My jaw hit the floor. I could be rich doing this. I wouldn’t even need an education in order to better my financial standing and find my sister. The sound of grunts sliced through my thoughts, and I turned my head to look at the couple. Rocky pulled out, white filling the inside of the condom. Tugging it off, he tossed it into the trash near the door and turned to face Talissa. When his gaze met mine, his eyes widened in astonishment and his skin paled.

I didn’t pay him any mind and turned away from him. My heart felt heavy in my chest for unknown reasons, and until I figured out what that meant, he deserved the cold-shoulder.

“Hybrid sounds nice,” I agreed, loud enough for Rocky to hear me.

“I thought it might. We get a lot of women who just want to dance until they hear the money difference.”

Rocky cursed under his breath and the sound of shuffling followed as the two dressed themselves. Within minutes, him and the girls he was with approached, standing too close to me for my liking. A coat of sweat covered them both and my stomach coiled.

“Was that performance good enough for you?” Rocky growled, intervening with our conversation.

Talissa glanced over, her lips drawn into a thin line. “Don’t interrupt us. Take a seat, I’ll get back with you two in a moment.” Authority dripped from her tone and a sense of comfort wrapped around me like a vice.

Rocky looked like he was about to argue, but the girl beside him placed a hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner, preventing him from doing so. My blood boiled from the sight, and I peeled my gaze away from them. They could have each other. Rocky followed her back to the sofa they’d been on seconds ago and my teeth ground together in disdain.

Clearing her throat, she pulled my attention back to her. “What’s your name, sweet girl?” she asked.

“Aspen. Aspen Palmer.”

Talissa’s eyes widened and mine narrowed. I suppose it wasn’t that much of a surprise if she’d heard about me, considering I was technically missing. There were probably posters up everywhere by now—assuming anyone gave a shit.

“You’re hired,” she said abruptly. “Come in tomorrow with your ID. I’ll have the paperwork all ready for you by then, and you’ll be good to start as soon as tomorrow if you want. Don’t worry about outfits, we have some here you can borrow. You’ll be required to work a minimum of three days a week, but you’re more than welcome to work as much as you want.”

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