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Chapter 12

Alyssa

I’ve always been really open-minded about sex. I really have. But if fifteen-year-old me heard from me right now, telling her that she’d someday suck the cocks of twelve smoking hot executives in the private room of a strip club, she’d probably tell me I’m a big liar and that would never happen.

I bring my attention to my surroundings. There’s neon lights, black lights, booming music, and loud, careless chatter all going on around me. It’s interesting. It definitely contrasts my night alone reviewing my empty notes about True Love.

“What’s your poison, beautiful?” Tristan asks. His smile has me locked on his face, especially since the last time I noticed it was when he kissed me after I blew him on stage. God, what a rush all of that was. It feels like a dream, like it all happened in my mind.

I think carefully for a moment and decide.

“I’d like a sex on the beach, please.”

“You got it,” he replies. The bartender approaches us on the other side of the counter. “One sex on the beach, and one gin and tonic, please. Put it on the tab.”

“Thank you,” I say to him.

I know they invited me out here, but I’m still getting used to all of my own drinks being covered. Well, I suppose this is a business meeting of sorts for them and that they’ll claim it as such. I’d never met such a voracious group of men before, and I’ve investigated several companies. They are definitely unique.

“Are you okay, Alyssa?” Tristan asks. Shit. I guess I was staring off into space.

“Yeah, I’m perfectly fine. I’m just a tiny bit...exasperated. I’m enjoying the respite. And I—I was just staring at the whiskey selection. I was scanning it for my favorite.”

“Oh?” He interjects. “And which whiskey would that be?”

“Jameson,” I counter. He laughs. “What’s funny about that, Tristan?”

“Oh, nothing. I just don’t drink anything other than Maker’s Mark myself. I guess I just like to treat myself more than you do,” he says playfully.

“I’ll have you know I can sip any whiskey. I prefer Jameson. You sir, can take your Maker’s Mark elsewhere,” I argue back. “But no matter. I’ll just enjoy my delicious drink here.”

“Sex on the beach. How dignified,” he jabs. He squeezes his lime into his drink and stirs before taking a sip.

“At least I enjoy different flavors on my palate,” I jab back. “Gin and tonics are for people that don’t know how to have fun when they drink.” I take a sip of my beverage and wink at him, his mouth opens from my lighthearted insult to him. “It’s all in good fun, love. If you don’t mind, I’m quite enjoying the performances. I’ll be at the stage if you need me.”

I hop off the bar stool and pass the group as I make my way to the stage. I sit right at the head and gaze up at the woman dancing. She’s the girl that gave me a lap dance just a little while ago tonight. How ironic.

I reach into my purse and toss a couple of singles on to the stage. Ebony leans down and sweetly says, “thank you sweetheart. I was hoping you’d be back out here.”

“Of course,” I say. “I really enjoyed your...private performance. I felt like I should come out and properly converse with you.”

“Aww, you’re so thoughtful,” she says to me. She is on all fours facing me, shaking her ass behind her. She points out to the group. “You know who you’re out here with, right?”

“Yes, the True Love execs. We’re here on business ironically enough.”

“Go figure. They frequent the club and girls are always pining after them to get lap dances. They’ll come here and toss hundreds at the stage, but I’ve never gotten them back in the VIP room. I was excited to be asked back there with them, and don’t get me wrong, I had fun dancing with you, but they’re so picky and I thought I won one of them over.”

So, these guys clearly saw something in me, that they wanted me to dance with them in private. I’m giddy on the inside to know that they think so much of me, but I’m intimidated as hell and I’m not sure if I can keep all of this up.

“May we join you?” a familiar voice asks from behind. To my left, Ford presents himself, and Theo grabs the seat to my right.

“Actually, gentlemen, I need to use the restroom. But feel free. This chick is just lovely.” I get up from the seat and thank her for her pleasantries, before I walk my way back to the restroom in the front of the establishment.

I feel an incredible relief as I plop down onto the seat, and I scan the spotless restroom. For some reason, I had it in my head that a strip club would be dirty, but this is about as pristine as I’d expect a country club to be.

I swear, there’s some stigma about these places that just don’t need to be there. Damn. I just broke the seal. I really don’t want to have to go to the bathroom a million times tonight. Well, fuck it. It happened. There’s nothing more to do now.

I situate my clothes and get out of the stall. I approach the vanity and pump soap into my hands that resembles a certain liquid I had on my hands earlier tonight. Mmm. I’d kill to do that all over again.

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