Page 21 of Broken Rules
“Evie’s the best of the best here at Vivid. Everyone wants a taste, but she’s usually off-limits.”
My jaw tenses, and the urge to keep this guy away from Evie intensifies. “What do you mean off-limits?”
“She’s aRed Vixen, one of the untouchables, though rarely do we get a moment when one of them walks the main floor.”
“What’s the difference between her and the others?”
His eyes flick to my clothes, and he raises a brow. “It’s not my business how you got past security, but I’m guessing by your attire and demeanor, this is your first time walking into this establishment. Vixens work the poles and private rooms on the main floor, giving us access to touch them…but a Red Vixen.” He whistles through his teeth. “You’re a lucky son of a bitch if you get close enough to breathe their air. They work in the box on the second level. For fellow voyeurs, to be exact.”
“Voyeur…”
The man leans in closer, reeking of scotch and cigar smoke. “You didn’t hear it from me, but the manager of this place removed this sweet thing’s after-show block, so I got my hands on a shower session in about…five or so minutes.” He stands from his seat, and I do the same. “But, the wife’s been calling nonstop, so I gotta head out before she tosses my shit to the curb.” He hands me a card key, then pats my shoulder. “Enjoy yourself, kid. It’s on me.”
I stare at the red silhouette of a naked woman on the front, then flip it over to a message,fifteen-minute, voyeur room twostamped in script along the backside. Evie strides to the stairs by the back wall, a scowl on her face as she rushes to the second floor, and I make my way in the same direction to see if she’s okay. However, she’s nowhere to be seen. Door number two is to my right, so I stroll toward it, insert the card above the handle, then enter the darkened room.
SEVEN
AM I CLEAN ENOUGH?
“Why did you clear my hour block?” I ask, crossing my arms after barging into the manager’s office.
Jared looks up from the paperwork in front of him with his brow arched, then goes back to reading. “You don’t need an hour.”
“Five fucking minutes is not a break!”
He pushes his chair back, then stands, strolling around his desk to lean against it. “You have breaks between customers already. Why should you have extra because of a performance? Do you see any other employee having that benefit?”
“Is any other employee holding themselves twenty-five feet in the air with fabric?”
Jared walks toward me, and I take a few steps back until I hit the window. “You perform one song. If it were more, that’s another story, but I won’t spoil you like Gin. Are we going to have an issue, or do I have to remind you who’s in charge?”
I narrow my eyes. “Are you threatening me?”
“Just because you’re Gin’s kid doesn’t mean you get special treatment. Your hour’s no longer valid. Now go to your customer before you get a complaint.”
Looking him up and down, I turn away and head back to the dressing room. It’s not that I’m exhausted after a performance, I could easily go on longer than one song, but the hour was for my mental health. Having a moment longer to myself helps me push on with my nights. Sitting at my station, I check the queue in the club app, finding an edit in the session, so I change into casual clothes, then head upstairs to room two.
The vacancy light is off, so I enter through the employee door for the shower theme room and halt my steps. “You…”
The guy who came in with Sadie is leaning on the wall before sitting in the chair with a smile. “Me.”
My lips curve up as I walk closer. “My show caught your interest?”
“You can say that.”
“Got a shower fetish?” I ask, stopping at the white line, and he chuckles, shifting in his seat.
“No.”
“I’m going off a hunch this is your first time in the voyeur box. Your request was very vague.Take a shower.”
He rubs along his short beard, his gaze roaming down the outfit choice he chose. “Do your thing, Peaches.”
I lift a brow as he uses that name again.Peaches? Walking to the bathroom mirror, I lean against the vanity, looking at myself in the reflection, then my gaze pulls to the handsome man as he relaxes into the chair.
Maybe he has been here before because his face seems familiar. How does he know Sadie? Getting back to my task, I close my eyes, touch the hem of my cropped shirt and draw it over my head. I exhale a heavy breath, drag my jeans off, and slowly walk backward while finger-combing my hair until I press against the cool tile wall.
He’s fully dressed, watching with his head tilting to the side.Maybe he’s an observer or one of those in the right-moment masturbators?Lennox winks, and I turn away as a light flutter hits my stomach. Unclipping my bra, I drop the black cotton fabric to the floor, then hook my thumbs in the strap of my matching thong to slip them off next. I fixate on the mirror ahead, taking in my nakedness, not having to stimulate my nipples since they are already hard, which is new to me.
