No, I didn’t dream of being a pole dancer when I was a little kid, but my life took some wicked turns and here I am, dealing with it. There are worse things I suppose, although I won’t be able to think of a single one when I’m letting a bunch of pervs rake their lusty eyes over my naked body. The truth is, I hate this. I’d rather be anywhere else, doing anything else. The gynecologist’s office, sign me up. Root canal, no problem. I’ll be there early and with a smile on my face. Anything is better than this.
Bruce lingers in the dressing room for too long, staring at his watch. His thick arms are folded over his broad chest as he watches the second hand tick off the passing time. He ignores Gretch’s gibe at me. I may be newer, but I pull in a lot more cash and that’s what the boss likes—lots of money. As long as I keep doing it, I have a job.
I finally get my corset hooked up when Beth walks by. She’s already wearing some frilly satin thing. “Hey, Cassie. Do you want me to lace you up?”
Tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, I nod. “Yeah, thanks.” She laces me in, pulling each X tightly, cinching me up until I can barely breathe. “Tight enough?”
I try to inhale deeply, and can’t because the metal bars inside the fabric won’t permit it. I nod and press my hands to the bodice, feeling the supple satin under my hands. “Yeah, tighter than that and I’ll pass out—or pop a boob.”
She laughs, “You’re the only one who worries about stuff like that. You’re so cute.” She ties off the strings and tucks them in before swatting my back when she’s finished. My boobs are hiked up so high that I can’t see my toes when I look down. I grab my robe and wrap it around me as we head to the cars. It’s going to be a long night.
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The ride to the party is short. We’re on the north shore of Long Island, not too far from the coast. There are tons of old homes with huge lawns and even bigger estate houses nestled out of sight between towering oaks and pines. The place hosting the party looks like a castle. We pass through the gates and drive around to the side of the house. The van stops and we’re told the usual—go wait in the servants’ wing until it’s time.
Beth and I walk inside, shoulder to shoulder, whispering about the garish wealth that’s practically dripping from the walls as we walk inside. Gretchen and a few other girls trail behind us, chattering about what kind of tips they’ll make tonight. A party like this can line a girl’s pockets for a month if it goes well, but for me it’ll do more than that. You see, I’m the main event, the mystery girl in the pink room—the bachelor’s private-party dancer. While my coworkers are off in the main hall, I’ll be earning the big bucks. That’s the main reason why Gretchen hates my guts. Before I came along, she was the top stripper around here.
It’s getting late, which means the party is well under way. Beth picks up a tiny sandwich off a tray as she walks to the back of the bustling room. “You think this guy knows what’s coming?”
I shrug. “Like it matters, anyway? When’s the last time we were sent away?”
“Uh, never.” She pops the food in her mouth and chews it up.
I’m leaning against a counter top with my elbows behind me, supporting my weight. “My point exactly. Guys are dicks. They commit to marrying a woman, but this kind of crap the night before the wedding is okay.” I roll my eyes as I make a disgusted sound, and straighten up. All of a sudden I’m talking with my hands and they’re flying all over the place, “Tell me, why would a guy want a lap dance if he’s in love? You’d think he’d only want his bride, but that never happens. He’s always happy to have an ass in his face.”
“Well, your ass is pretty awesome, or so I’ve heard.” Beth smirks at me and glances around the kitchen. We’re in the way, but there isn’t anywhere else for us to go yet.
“Guys suck, that’s all I’m saying.”
“I know. You’ve said it a million times.” She makes a roaring sound and shakes her fist in the air before turning to me and grunting, “Men. Evil.”
“You’re an idiot.” I smile at her, trying not to laugh.
She points at me and clicks her tongue. “Right back at you, Cassie.”
Bruce waves us over to the other side of the kitchen. “Cassie, Beth—follow me.” We duck out behind him and follow the guy down the hall and slip into a little room. It’s been done up in pale pinks with silver curtains, similar to the room I work in at the club. Since this is a party, Bruce added another dancer and I got to choose. While I work the stage at the front of the room, Beth will work the floor.
Bruce points a beefy finger at the stage and says to us, “Take your places, and remember that this client is the shit. Pull out all the stops, say ‘no’ to nothing. You got it?”
We nod in unison. The stage is elevated off the floor, with a few steps up at either end. It looks like the stage is new, built just for me. People usually rent those gray, make-shift stages that wobble when walked on, but not this guy. They spared no expense. The walls are lined with pale pink silks and illuminated from the floor. Clear tables flicker around the room with pink flames dancing within. It’s seductive. The colors blend together, reminding me of pale flesh and kissable pink lips. As I climb the steps up the side of the stage and head to the silvery tinsel curtain, I call back to Beth. “Who is this party for again? And why is he the shit? I must have missed the memo.”
She laughs as she’s examining one of the lights within the glass table. It looks like fire, but it can’t be since it’s pink. She looks up at me. “Dr. Peter Granz, and he’s the shit because he’s a Ferro. Hence the swank party.” Beth looks up when I don’t answer.
I rush at Beth, nearly knocking her over. My jaw is hanging open as worry darts across my face faster than I can contain it. “Ferro?”
“Yeah, why?”
I’m in melt down mode. “I can’t be here.” I glance around the room and look at the door longingly. Before I make up my mind to run, I hear male voices approaching. Fuck! My heart pounds faster in my chest. If he’s here, if Jonathan sees me—the thought cuts off before it finishes.
I’m ready to bounce out the window when Beth grabs my wrist and hauls me to the front of the room. She shoves me behind the curtain and hisses in my ear, “If you freak out now, Gretchen will steal your job. Snap out of it. Whoever this guy is, he isn’t worth it.”
The tinsel curtain in front of me flutters, but it conceals both of us for the moment. The male voices grow louder until the door is yanked open. The curtain rustles and I’m in full freak-out mode. He can’t be here. He can’t see me like this. At the same time, Beth’s right. I can’t skip out. Bruce will run me over with the van and there’s no way in hell they’ll ever give me another cent.
I stand there, frozen, unable to think. Every muscle in my body is strained, ready to run, but I don’t move. My bare feet remain glued to the floor as I smash my lips together.
Then, I hear it—that voice. It floats through the air like a familiar old song. Oh God, someone shoot me. I can’t do this. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. What guy wouldn’t want a party like this?” Jonathan is talking to someone in that light, charming, tone of his.
“Uh, your brother, Peter. Do you know the guy at all? He’s going to act like he loves it and get the hell out before you can blink.” Glancing through the curtains, I can see the second man. He has dark hair and bright blue eyes like Jonathan. The only difference is their posture. Jonathan has all his weight thrown onto one hip with his arms folded across his chest. The other guy’s spine is ramrod straight, like he’s never slouched in his life.
Peering at Jonathan through the tinsel, I see a perfect smile lace his lips. “Sean, I know him better than that. Pete is going to love this. It’s exactly the kind of party I’d want if I was getting hitched.”
“Yes, I know.” Sean’s voice is flat. He glances around the room with disgust, and slips his hands into his pockets. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Oh come on! It’s Peter. What’s he going to do?”
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Sean laughs, like he knows something that Jonathan doesn’t. “Don’t let that English teacher façade fool you, Jonny. He’s as hot headed as I am. No one fucks with him. He’s going to consider this a slap in the face, an insult to Sidney. Cancel the strippers before he gets here.” Sean leaves the room without another word.
Jonathan Ferro lets out a rush of air and runs his fingers through his thick, dark, hair. The aggravated sound that comes out of his mouth kills me. I’ve heard it before, I know him too well to not be affected by it. That’s the sound he makes when he knows he’s screwed up, when he sees that he isn’t the man he wants to be. There’s always been this wall between Jonathan and his family. I guess he still hasn’t gotten past it. Jon paces in a circle a few times and then darts out of the room.
“Holy shit.” Beth looks at me and hisses, “What happened between you and him?”
It feels like icy fingers have wrapped around my heart and squeezed. I stare after him and utter, “Nothing, absolutely nothing.”
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