Page 3 of Promiscuous Lies

Entering the private room, I find my clients seated and waiting with drinks in their hands. There’s a buzz of energy in the air as they wait with anticipation. When I want to win a business deal, I always bring my clients here because I know this will close it; men are always more inclined to say yes when beautiful women are around.

The door opens, and in she walks. The one with the sickly-sweet smile but sharp tongue. With every seductive word she said, her eyes were screaming for me to go fuck myself, and I don’t tolerate anyone who doesn’t either have immediate respect, lust, or fear in their eyes after meeting me. As far as first impressions go, Posie’s wasn’t great. The main thing I got from her was that she has a bad fucking attitude.

I’m aware she’s one of the new girls, but every time I’ve come in since she was hired, she’s been off, and as far as I’m aware, she’s been working here for months. I don’t tend to fraternize with the girls, but I do like to meet them to make sure they’re up to my standards, such as not taking drugs or being affiliated with anything that might look bad for my business. Paula has hired a few girls in the past who had drug issues, and we helped them with rehabilitation programs.

Posie’s golden gaze meets mine as she comes farther into the room. Her long blonde hair is down in waves, and the pink lingerie she’s wearing is cheap. All the dancers and waitresses here are offered access to my father’s lingerie store for work purposes at a very generous discount. The store is exclusive and carries the best items in the city. Clearly, she hasn’t made use of that offer, and her half-assed approach irritates me.

Her gaze quickly moves on from me as she saunters into the room with that fake smile plastered to her lips. She takes a moment to scan the room, then approaches the nearest man, running her hands along his chest as she looks down at him and asks him what he would like to drink. It’s not her job to only offer drinks, but it warms up the clients.

“Dance,” he commands, not even bothering with a drink. She giggles, and I know it’s fake because I know sharp-tongued women like her. But she’s good at what she does, stepping back and turning around to show him her ass. She pushes it out and bends over to touch her ankles, looking back over her shoulder at him.

This promiscuous little vixen would rather be gouging this man’s eyes out right now.

“Do you like what you see?” Her voice is sultry. The man nods approvingly, and I sit, grinding my jaw as I watch her. I’m not sure why it agitates me so much. Perhaps because she wasn’t the original girl I requested for tonight, and I don’t like plans changing at the last minute.

She pushes his hand away when he reaches out to touch her, and then she moves on to the next man. She touches everyone, smiling as they stare at her body and not her face. I can’t blame them; it’s bewitching how her waist pinches in and gives her the perfect hourglass figure. Her ass is high and firm, her legs toned, and her breasts are more than a handful.

She dances around the room and finally reaches me, not making the mistake of touching me, though. Instead, she looks down her nose at me when she leans over and puts her tits in my face as if intentionally antagonizing me. My gaze remains trained on her mischievous golden eyes. “Not interested?” she asks.

Leaning in, careful not to touch her but close enough to hear her shallow breathing, I smirk, pleased to know she’s not entirely indifferent to my charm, no matter how much she might like to pretend to be.

“Do your job,” I instruct, pulling back as she stretches to her full height. Her gaze narrows ever so slightly, and then she turns and widens that fake smile.

She dances for each man, intentional in the way she handles them. She touches and teases them but is careful not to let them touch her, moving on at the first twitch of their hands toward her. Her hips gyrate, practically hypnotizing the group. I can see why Paula hasn’t fired her yet; she’s good.

Posie giggles as she sways her hips, and when one of the men offers her a few hundred-dollar bills to take off her bra, she does. She makes it a game, a tease. By the time she removes it, three more men have slipped her another hundred each.

It’s an art what these women do, and I only employ the best. Whether it’s in their skill of tricks on a pole, flirtatious glances, or simply knowing how to keep to a beat with the movements of their body, they all have one thing in common: conducting a room’s attention. It’s just as powerful as any man in a boardroom. And at its finest, it’s beautiful.

When my main client becomes more demanding and encourages her to sit on his lap with his cock clearly pressing against his pants, I interrupt.

“That’s enough. Send Maria in,” I tell Posie calmly.

The client looks like he’s about to argue with me, but I offer him a tight smile I know doesn’t reach my eyes. He swallows but applauds like the other men and eagerly awaits the next woman.

Posie doesn’t let the emotion show, but I can tell she’s pissed at being replaced. She probably thinks she’s underperformed. If anything, it’s the opposite, but I’m not in the business of complimenting people. She seductively waves to everyone, but before leaving, she saunters over to me, those hips swaying from side to side, and stops abruptly in front of me. Then she holds out her hand. I glance at it, then meet her eyes. She’s only in a G-string and a pair of stiletto heels.

“Yes?” I ask her, raising a brow.

“My tip,” she says expectantly.

This little brat needs to be taught a lesson. My jaw tics at her boldness. No one demandsanythingfrom me. With the exception of my younger sister, Billie, perhaps, she’s the only one.

“Leave and send Maria in if you want to keep your job,” I advise. Her golden eyes widen, and she pulls her hand back. I feel triumphant as she grinds her teeth, but only briefly before her mask slips back into place and she turns to leave. I watch her ass as she does.

The men laugh over some shit and keep talking business as we wait for the next dancer. Ten minutes go by and Maria hasn’t showed yet. I excuse myself from the room to figure out what the fuck is happening. When I reach the back room, I notice Posie, fully dressed now, heading for the door. Paula follows her, throwing up her hands in defeat. I follow both and watch Posie climb into a rundown car and take off.

“What happened?” I ask, and Paula startles, hand on heart as she faces me.

“Mr. Taylor, I didn’t see you there,” she says, licking her lips. Her cheeks are stained pink, and she is most likely embarrassed by what I just witnessed.

“Where did she go?” I ask, nodding in the direction Posie went.

“Oh, sorry. Did you need her? I’ll organize another girl straight away.”

My irritation rises at my previous order not being fulfilled and Paula purposefully evading my question. I don’t often have to ask for things twice. “Paula, where did she go?”

Paula sighs before she answers, “Home.”

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