Bridget nods, trying to process this all
“Goodness,” she murmurs. “So you were dating one of the hostesses.”
I nod.
“I was, although we broke up ages ago. She doesn’t work here anymore either. Her name was Stacy Harkness. Do you know her?”
Bridget shakes her head, blonde curls bobbing.
“Nope. But there are quite a few women employed by the club at any one time, so it’s easy not to know everyone.”
I nod and grin.
“I’m not surprised because I think Stacy left the life actually. We fell out of touch but last I heard, she got married and has a kid now.”
Bridget’s eyes go wide.
“Wow. With a man she met from Sanctum?”
I shake my head.
“No, I don’t think so. I think it was someone she met at her other job, but it worked out. Stacy got all that restlessness out of her system and settled down with an average Joe, but in a good way. I hear they’re very happy now living in New Jersey.” Bridget looks intrigued, nodding slowly, and I give her thigh a gentle squeeze. “Is that what you want from life too? Marriage and a baby, I mean?”
The pretty blonde stops to think for a moment, her bosom rising and falling gently.
“I’m not sure, to be honest. I mean, yes, I always thought that’s what I wanted because that’s how girls are raised. We’re supposed to be want to be good wives and mothers, and sometimes, it feels like that’s the ultimate end goal that society primes you for. Maybe, maybe not. I always figured that being here, and working this job was just a momentary break. You know, to sow my wild oats and all that.”
I nod.
“And?” I growl. “Do you still think it’s a phase?”
Bridget turns troubled blue eyes to me.
“I don’t know,” she admits. “I mean, I’ve been coming to Sanctum events for four years now, and I still enjoy them so much. I love the no-holds-barred sensuality, and the way women are never slut shamed. I love exploring my body and learning new ways to please men. Is that terrible?”
Holy fuck, my cock’s gone hard at her admission and I shake my head, blue eyes flaring.
“Not at all, sweetheart. In fact, it sounds like you’re perfect for the life.”
She nods, eyes troubled.
“But is that a good thing? And what does that mean long term, Mr. Sales? I mean, I can’t stay in a job like this forever. Everyone gets old, and they’re not going to let sixty-year old ladies act as hostesses. Even thirty-five would be considered old here.”
I nod and stop to think because to be honest, I never really considered the matter. I was here for my pleasure, and not to ponder the career prospects of the women who pleasure me.
“I don’t know,” I admit in a low voice. “But you’ll figure it out, baby girl. I’ll help you. I’ve been through some twists and turns in my own career, and all I can say is that you just have to ride the wave as best you can and see what happens.”
With that, Bridget smiles genuinely at me, and my body goes hard all over again. Shit, she’s gorgeous and I want my hands on her, even though our food hasn’t even arrived. She reads my mind and gently lifts one high-heeled shoe to slide up my thigh until the ball of her foot is on my stiff bulge.
“Do you still want that duck confit, Mr. Sales? Or would you rather have something else?” she teases in a lilting voice.
I know what Bridget means, and immediately, I’m up and pulling the buxom blonde to my body. Then, I strip off the lace covering her breasts and bend a dark head to suckle one nipple. She moans, tunneling her fingers through my hair as I enjoy the taste of her creamy tit. Of course, we’re in plain sight of everyone at the restaurant, but it doesn’t matter because this is Sanctum, where the dirtiest acts go down, and now I’m going to claim my beautiful girl before she has a chance to say another word.
“Let’s go baby. To my suite. Now.”
Then, without any further ado, we’re off to enjoy a night of sensual hedonism in each other’s arms.
5
Bridget
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I smooth down my barely-there skirt as I enter the Sanctum compound. The mini is scandalously short because that’s how I roll, but also because I’m seeing Todd again, and I’m really excited and want to blow the top of his head off. In fact, this has never happened before. Of course, there have been men who have requested my company in the past, but they were usually just one-off dates, so to be invited back a second time by the same client is thrilling.
“Welcome back, Bridget,” the concierge in the lobby greets politely. “Where are you headed?”