Page 1 of Luxe

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CURIOSITY

ROXY

For a long time, I was timid and easily overlooked as one of the waitresses at Club Euphoria. I hadn’t yet come into my own. At eighteen, Ian Knight, a notorious Irish Mafia leader in Boston, took me under his wing and gave me a job at his prestigious strip club. At first, it was only to protect me from the advances of other club owners in the area. Because I wasn’t twenty-one yet, he wouldn’t allow me to dance with the other girls and became very protective of me.

I fell into my role as a waitress, serving drinks to both men and women while dressed in provocative outfits. It wasn’t until my twenty-first birthday that I even exposed my breasts for a man who offered to pay me one hundred dollars to see just one nipple… not both. He thought it was funny, but little did he know I was the one laughing. He was gullible, and it was easy money.

That incident sparked something within me. It made me realize two things about my job: One - Men were drawn to the innocent and naive acting girl. Two - When I took off my clothes, I held all the power.

A few years later, I was injured in an unfortunate accident by a rival Italian Mafia family. While I never found out why I was targeted, club management made sure I was taken care of while I recovered. One of the people who looked after me constantly, bringing flowers, food, and keeping me company, was Nico Pallas, one of Mr. Knight’s bodyguards. He was twenty years older than me but captivated me in every way.

One night while we were spending time together, he mentioned that Ian’s best friend, Luke O’Brien, was working on a new, more daring club expansion. It would cater exclusively to wealthy members and feature BDSM elements. That piqued my interest immediately.

After returning to work, I mustered up the courage to ask Mr. Knight if I could work in Luxe to explore my sexuality. Though Nico and I hadn’t hooked up yet, our conversations about the club had me eager to dive into the darker lifestyle under the promise of his protection.

Mr. Knight’s brother-in-law, Tyler Prescott, and Euphoria’s headliner, Giovanna Aggio, were overseeing contracts and ensuring everyone’s safety in Luxe. Giovanna promised to assist me with any questions I had. She’d previously worked in a sex club in California before moving to Boston.

Not long after the launch of Luxe, her father was killed, and she disappeared for some time. In her absence, I had to turn to other people for guidance. Luckily, Nico and I became closer, and he helped me adjust to the club’s operations. While I still hadn’t gotten the courage to have sex with the members, I was becoming more at ease in my position.

My eyes were set on one man, and I was now ready to play.

I got a couple settled on a black leather bench outside Tyler’s office in Luxe and went to find him. First, I checked the bar area, but he was nowhere to be found so I paraded down the long, dimly lit corridor to check the themed rooms.

Suddenly, the door to the private viewing hallway for management swung open and he stepped into the main hall, nearly colliding with me. At over six feet, he towered over my five-foot, three inches height. He squared his shoulders instantly, his formal shirt tightening to its limits.

“Hey!” I beamed. “Just the man I was looking for!”

His short chocolate hair was tousled, and he appeared exasperated, his brown eyes darkened as he stared down at me without a hello.

I scrunched in concern, taking a step back, asking, “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He uncrossed his arms, blinking rapidly then shifted in place but the bulge in his pants was betraying him. “What’s going on?”

Earlier, I saw pink hair zip through the bar area and was excited to think Giovanna might have returned. “Did I see Gia was back?” I asked eagerly, ready to find her and greet her.

He dipped his head, appearing more agitated by the second and that’s when I knew he liked her and I almost laughed but he replied, “Yeah, she’s dancing.”

“That’s awesome!” I pointed over my shoulder toward his office, remembering why I was looking for him in the first place. “There’s a couple waiting for you to sign their paperwork.”

“Thanks,” he replied quickly, patting my shoulder as he breezed by me toward his office.

Glancing back over my shoulder, I grinned wide, knowing whatever she was doing was driving him mad. With a giggle and a pep in my step, I skipped toward the cage room to check on the dancers and members. Part of my job was making sure everyone was having the time of their lives and if not, it was my responsibility to change that.

Each room was color coded. Whatever hue the room was glowing, indicated what was allowed in each space. The cage room was one of our tamer spaces. Two of our employed, naked dancers, Victoria and Jannika, moved seductively as men and women groped them.

Standing back, I leaned in the doorway, scanning the room with my bottom lip pinned between my teeth. Jannika was kissing a woman between the bars while a man reached in fingering her. Victoria reached between her own bars, pulling two men to her breasts just as an arm snaked around me, a strong palm gripping my stomach.

“Miss me?” the low voice growled into my ear.

I spun around to the tall, half Greek half Italian god, Nico. I’d never get tired of staring at that man. Everything about him screamed sex appeal and though I’d probably never get the chance at a future with him, he was nice as fuck to look at. His black hair was to his ears, styled slicked back, his brown eyes were an abyss I loved to get lost in, and his neatly trimmed black beard on his jaw gave him a mysterious appeal. He towered over me, pressing the earpiece in his ear.

Give me about an hour or so. I need to check something out in Luxe.

Smiling, I arched a brow at him as he lowered his hand to my hips.

Yeah, thanks. Ice Man, you got it handled?

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