I STOOD AT THE TWO-WAY mirror, looking down into the empty club. A few of the workers, including the new girl, cleaned and chatted.
She bent over a table with a wet cloth and wiped it down. Her shorts rode up and the bottom of her ass cheeks popped out. My cock grew hard just looking at her. I hadn’t reacted that way over a woman in a long time, and I wasn’t sure I could be the patient man I needed to be, in order to claim her as mine.
She was different. I knew propositioning her right off the bat was going to be a bad idea, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to get to know her and I didn’t want her to get to know me.
First things first, I had to fire her. I never mixed business with pleasure, and being between her creamy thighs was much more important to me than an extra waitress.
“The new girl worked out nicely, don’t you think?” Vick asked while sorting paperwork.
“She did. Too bad I’m firing her,” I said, tilting my glass to my lips.
“What? Why?” Vick spun to face me and papers flew from the desk. “She just started.”
I turned and found her bent over, picking up her mess from the floor. “She’s my Jessica.”
Vick stopped and stared at me. “Are you sure? You just said the other night that Jessica Rabbit was a myth. What makes you think this girl has it?”
I was glad she had the smarts to not tell me the girl’s name. If I found out her name, all bets were off.
“I just know.”
She batted a piece of sweaty hair from her face and rolled her eyes with a hefty sigh. “I guess I’ll fire her tomorrow then. I’ll start searching for her replacement.”
She was pissed off, but she knew me well. When I wanted something, I went after it. I didn’t care how I got it.
“Don’t bother. I want to fire her.”
“Fine,” she said tightly, but I ignored it.
“You can fire Mike for me, though.” I didn’t like the way the little bastard was looking at my Jessica, and since I was never one to share, he had to go.
“Mike, the bartender?” Vick asked confused. “Why?”
“Because he doesn’t know how to keep his eyes to himself.”
I didn’t need to say more. She didn’t need to know anything other than the fact I wanted him fired as soon as possible.
I could feel Vick staring at me, before she finally headed for the door.
“I’ll look for his replacement as well.”
It wasn’t like she had to look very far. We had, literally, hundreds of applicants who wanted to work at Clive’s. I sat behind my desk and thought about Jessica. Her image alone was enough to make my dick throb painfully.
I undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants. Easing back into my chair, I slipped my hand in my pants and palmed my cock, squeezing hard. I could have easily called on one of my girls to take care of my needs, but it was easier to imagine a certain redhead’s lips wrapped tightly around the head of my shaft.
Firing her was the only way to go. I needed her desperate. A good girl like her wouldn’t be working at a place like Clive’s, unless she absolutely needed the money. Money was something I had in spades, so money would be what brought her to me. I wanted her to need me. I needed to feel it in her touch—in the way her body rocked against mine. I wanted it more than my next breath.
THE FOLLOWING NIGHT, SHE WAS late to work. I could have fired her on the spot, but I wanted to spend the night watching her move. I sat tucked away at the bar, letting my eyes roam over her curvy body. The sway of her hips, as she slid through the room with her newfound tray holding skills, was almost too much to take. I thought about all the things I wanted to do to her—the noises she would make.
The bar hid my raging hard-on, while I sat and sipped my drinks. A few times our eyes locked and I was sure she was blushing. She was starting to sweat and the back of her tight shirt was clinging to her body. The strands of red hair close to her face, stuck to her cheeks. She looked incredibly sexy, exactly the way I imagined she would when I was done fucking her.
Once the doors were locked, I downed the last of my drink and waited to make my move. Firing someone had never been hard for me, but knowing she needed the job made it a little difficult.
I didn’t want to hurt her, and I knew when she walked out of my club, she’d have no idea how much money I was going to start paying her. She would probably be upset, until I made my proposition.
One minute she was there next to her friend, cleaning tables, and the next she was gone. I stood from the bar and moved around the room, pretending I wasn’t searching for someone. Finally, I gave up and moved outside. I made my way into the alley beside the club and that’s where I found her.
She was leaning into the window of an Oldsmobile. It wasn’t the smartest place for a girl to be out alone, and I was about to walk over and bring her back inside when I heard her speak.
“I’m sorry, Kyle. I know it’s boring, but we don’t have any other choice until I make enough to get into an apartment.” She swiped at her cheek and I was sure she was crying. “I’m almost done. I just needed to come out here and check on you. Let me run in, finish cleaning my tables, and grab my tips. Don’t unlock these doors for anyone and stay low.”
And then she was coming toward me. I stepped into the shadows and watched as she passed on her way back into the bar. When the door shut behind her, I crept into the alley and peeked into the back window.
A boy. A young one at that, was curled up on the backseat reading a book with a tiny flash light. My Jessica looked too young to have a son his age, but then again, what did I know about how women aged. I’d once slept with a forty-year-old I was sure was younger than me.
Going back inside, I went straight upstairs to my office.
“Vick, I have a job for you.”
She looked up from the night’s paperwork and frowned at me. “Right now? Can’t it wait? I have work to do here.”
I knew she was still pissed off about losing two people, but she could get the fuck over it. “Leave the paperwork, I’ll do it. There’s a car in the alley beside the bar. Follow it.” I didn’t give her time to answer, before I turned and left my office.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I went straight to Jessica and prepared myself to fire her. I wasn’t about to let the fact that she possibly had a son get in the way of what I wanted. More mouths to feed meant she needed money. It was the perfect scenario.
“I need to speak with you,” I said from behind her.
She turned around and gasped like she was surprised I was still inside the club. Obviously, she hadn’t figured out who I was yet.
“Excuse me?” she replied, looking around for help. “The club is closed. You’re not supposed to be…”
I laughed. “Sweetheart, I own the fucking place. I assure you, I have every right to be here.”
I turned and walked toward the bar, without waiting for her to follow.