Morgan

Being the owner of an upscale strip club meant I spent my days surrounded by high-class pussy. I made it a rule never to fuck where I work, much to the dismay of many dancers who were hired on in the hopes of working their way into my bed. I hadn’t met one yet who made me want to break my number one rule—you don’t shit where you eat.

All that changed the second I laid eyes on her. When I’d decided to stop by the club this morning to surprise Brian, little did I know that I was the one who was in for the shock of a lifetime.

“Who the fuck is that?” I demanded, glaring at my manager as I gestured angrily at the tiny brunette stretching on the stage.

Dark brown hair flowed down her back in waves, swaying with each movement she made. She was maybe a few inches over five feet, but despite her height, she still seemed to have long, gorgeous legs. She was wearing fuck-me heels and a blue dress with buttons down the front. She looked innocent and sexy at the same time, and my cock jumped at the sight of her. At my words, she looked up at me, her green eyes getting big as she realized someone else was in the club.

“Yeah, boss. She’s here to audition,” he answered. “Not that she really needs to with looks like that. She came in yesterday and stole a lot of attention away from the dancers just by sitting at a table for lunch.”

“No audition,” I growled.

“That’s what I was saying. A chick like that? Fuck, she could just stand there and guys would pay money to look. But there was no way in hell I was going to turn down the chance for a private show,” he admitted.

Brian had worked for me ever since I bought the club five years ago. He was my employee, but we’d become friendly over time. In the past, I never cared if he screwed the girls as long as it didn’t cause any drama, but the mere mention of him wanting alone time with the girl on stage pissed me the hell off.

“Thank fuck I don’t live by your rule,” he rambled on without a clue that I was livid. “’Cause you can be damn sure I’ll do my best to get her in my bed. Hell, I might even keep her there.”

“Get the fuck out!” I roared as I saw red at his words. The very thought of him in bed with her made me lose control. The girl shook her head and lost all color in her face as she stumbled towards the bag she’d left at the corner of the stage. “Not you,” I barked out. “Him.”

I glared at her to make sure she understood I wanted her to stay put before turning to Brian. “What the fuck, man?” he mumbled.

“You heard me. Out,” I repeated.

He swiveled his head to the stage to look up at the girl and then back at me. “It fucking figures that now’s the time you’d decide to get your dick wet with a girl you met at the club. Damn,” he grumbled as he walked away, leaving us alone.

When the door closed behind him, I walked to the steps leading up to the stage. “Down,” I ordered her. “Now.”

She picked up her bag and clutched it to her chest as she strolled towards me. I reached my hand out to help her down the steps, worried that she’d fall on her ass in those ridiculous shoes. It didn’t matter that the girls who danced here wore ‘em and tramped up and down the steps all the time. I didn’t like the idea of her risking her pretty little neck. Plus, it gave me an excuse to touch her.

Of course I didn’t let go of her hand as I walked over to one of the tables and made the girl sit down. I pulled the chair next to her closer before joining her.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Angelica,” she stuttered out, blushing and looking down at her hands in her lap.

“Angelica,” I repeated, liking the sound of her name on my lips. “You seem a little too innocent to be here.”

If the glare she shot at me was any indication, she didn’t much like my comment. “It can’t be that bad. It’s not like I wore a ton of clothes when I used to do gymnastics.”

A gymnast? Holy fuck! My cock practically burst through my zipper at the thought of how far back I could push her legs while slamming into her tight body.

“Doing flips and shit dressed in some leotard and tights is nothing like strutting your stuff buck ass naked on my stage, Angel,” I argued.

“Angelica,” she corrected me with a hint of sass in her tone.

“How old are you?” I asked, hoping like hell she was older than she looked.

“Nineteen,” she mumbled under her breath.

Motherfucking nineteen. Old enough that she wasn’t jailbait but a far cry from my thirty years.

“Shouldn’t you be in school or something?” I wondered aloud, earning myself an eye roll.

“I graduated high school and college doesn’t start for a few months,” she explained.

“So you figured you’d pass the time stripping in between?” I asked.

Angelica crossed her arms, drawing my attention back down to her tits. “No, what I thought was that if I wanted to be able to pay for school then I’d better find a job that would pay enough to cover tuition, room and board.”

“A sweet thing like you would be eaten alive in a place like this,” I warned. “Why don’t you run back home to Mommy and Daddy and get them to help you out?”

Her pretty green eyes welled with tears, and she tilted her head away from me. “I wish I could run back home to Mommy but she just lost her battle to cancer. And Daddy took off a few years ago so he isn’t exactly an option either. I’m all I’ve got and if I want to pay for school, I don’t have too many options. So if you aren’t going to let me audition, then I’m outta here so I can find a different club that will.”

Fucking A. What the hell was I supposed to do with her sitting there looking so damn sweet and entirely too fuckable at the same time? I was sure to burn in hell for what I was about to do.

“You want an audition?” I asked. She nodded her head yes. “Fine,” I bit out.

Angelica got up to walk over to the stage, but I grabbed her wrist to stop her. “I thought you meant I could dance for you?” she asked with a hint of confusion on her face.

“And you’re going to,” I agreed. “But not up there. I’m sure you could cause a ton of hard-ons dancing on my stage without having to do much of anything. But if you want a job here then you need to convince me you can handle it out on the floor too.”

“And how exactly am I supposed to convince you of that if you won’t let me dance?” she asked.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t dance. I just said you wouldn’t do it from up there,” I corrected.

Angelica looked at the stage and then back at me as I pushed the chair back and scooted down into a sprawl. “You want me to give you a lap dance?” she whispered.

Just the thought of her body moving against mine made my cock leak. A blush had crept up her neck when I said “hard-on,” so I didn’t think she was going to go for it. I figured I’d scare the shit out of her and she’d change her mind.

“You wanna make enough money to pay for school, you’re gonna have to do more than the pole. A little thing like you down here offering lap dances? If you’re any good at it, you’re guaranteed to make a shit ton of money,” I explained.

I watched as her tits rose and fell while she took a couple deep breaths. “I’ve never done this before,” she admitted.

“And you don’t have to now if you don’t want the job,” I reminded her, half hoping she’d give this shit up and walk out my door.

She looked down at the ground and I thought for a second that I’d managed to do it. Then she looked up into my eyes and I could see the resolve in hers. Angelica had made her decision and strode towards me with purpose in her steps. The second she straddled my lap, I knew that if I hired her then my number one rule was going to fly out the window. She was going to end up on her back and in my bed in no time flat.