Luscious

5. Play the game

Song: Daddy Issues- The Neighbourhood

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Luscious

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"It's my job," I stated blankly before turning back to the cleaners, hoping he would get the hint that I wasn't nearly finished ironing out the wrinkles.

"Piccola, I actually have a special job for you tonight."

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That piqued my interest.

I quickly turned back to him, slightly startled by the grin tugging at his lips.

"And what would that job be?" I asked, intrigued at what could possibly be more important than starting out his mess.

He sauntered past me and over to the piano sitting innocently in the middle of the room causing dread to sink in my stomach as I watched him trail his fingers over the keys.

"Tonight," he started, his voice commanding attention, "and every night after, you will play for our guests."

He finally looked up from the piano and towards me, his words taking me completely off guard.

He wanted me to play the piano?

In a strip joint?

I barely held back my scoff, only capable of doing so by the deadly serious look painted on his face which quickly sobered me.

I gave out a small cough, my clipboard falling to my side.

"You want me to play the piano in a strip joint?" I asked, unable to mask the disbelief interlaced between my words.

"I'd prefer gentleman's club to strip joint."

I hummed at his answer, why disguise what it so clearly was under pretty words?

I glanced between the piano and the exit, knowing that I had far too much to correct in the 'gentleman's club' to sit idly by and play the piano. 

"Well I'm pretty sure Brandi can play, I'll go check." 

I turned to leave, noticing that the girls had started to get into their places for the day, some picking up trays and others flapping around backstage.

I scanned the room for Brandi interrupted by a large hand which wrapped itself around my wrist causing me to turn to the man himself.

"I didn't tell Brandi, I told you," he said, his body towering over mine.

"There will be consequences if you're not sitting on that bench in five minutes and trust me, you're not going to like them," he scowled, taking a beat to scan his eyes over my lacy attire, his eyes cold as ever.

He met my eyes once more before storming out of the room into the hallway.

I took a quick breath in, warily eyeing the piano as I made my way over to the bar, his words were daunting and absolute, there was no room for argument. 

Probably just as he liked it.

The room that seemed to have been verging on near silence when he was in the room had returned to its bustling self, everyone trying their best to get ready for tonight.

Some of the girls eyed me up and down, a mixture of jealousy and pity mingling there but I paid no attention, there were more pressing things to worry about.

"Jeez what was that about?" Ginger asked from across the bar as she washed the glasses for tonight.

She flipped her strikingly red hair over her shoulder, her defining feature that got her consequently named Ginger.