Bound By Lust

Starlight

I take a shot as I'm putting on the finishing touches on my face, it's Friday night and I'm getting ready to head into a short shift at the club tonight. Tasha called in and I'm the only one not doing shit on a Friday night.. Go figure. Oh well more money in my pocket, I won't complain I need all I can get to get out of this shit hole I call home.

It's not much but it is home, plus I've made it gorgeous.. Atleast on the inside.. Working at Starlight has really helped, I work less and make more.. I know why though, it's a very exclusive club. You're only getting in through invite or a donation big enough to show you can play.

The club is filled with a variety of people from all walks of life. I've been working there for about six months now, I've grown very fond of the taboo'd lifestyle I've witnessed while working. Things that would repulse 'sane' people, but to me it's now a second home. I've met so many nice people. And a few not so nice people, Rich men always think that their money can buy whatever is in the club.. Which for the most part they can.. But I've never been on the menu.. No matter who or how much.

Technically I'm a Bottle girl, but some nights I do other things, dance (although I am one of the few who remains clothed) they've also had me behind the bar and I've even been sent to greet the more elite guests. They tend to be a bit more ... entitled. I couldn't tell you how many offers I've gotten, I've never been tempted.

I love and encourage this lifestyle but I'm here to work, if they want sugar babies or a play thing for the night all they have to do is take a step forward. I personally don't like to mix business and pleasure.. Plus I'm a very jealous person, like toxic jealous. None of these men that come in here really do it for me.

I'm wearing my cute lace stockings under my black mini dress, this is one of my favorite dresses, short, flashy and hugs me in all the right spots, stilettos. I'm good to go, I head down my stairs to go meet my uber which should be any minute now. I'm curious what Jan is going to assign to me tonight. I hope I'm on bottle duty, the best part is we get to drink shots, like we can't get wasted but we're allowed to drink with the customers.

The uber is here after a minute and I climb into the back seat and get on my phone texting my bestie Cara, she's the one who got me this job, she's been here for years. She tells me the club is packed full of big spenders. Which makes me happy, that means it's going to be a good tip night.

It only takes about fifteen minutes until we're in front of the club, it's very discreet so there's no line outside, just a guard/ bouncer at the inside of each door. I knock as I'm greeted by Milo, a big tattooed man who scares the shit out of me, not like I think he'd hurt me but just big and scary, he rarely talks but the few times we've interacted he's been pretty nice.

I walk into the dimly lit room walking down the hallway to go find Jan to see where she wants me, it doesn't take long. She greets me pleasantly and tells me to cover Tasha's section, the two tables on the east side. She tells me to make sure they're both taken care of very well, heavy on the very.

She's never been that clear on clients, these must be part of the one percent, the high rollers. I won't complain I'm hoping to leave with atleast a grand of tips tonight. I go to my locker put my bag away and douse myself in my best perfume. A lot of girls use a lot of glitter but I know better.

I put my game face on and head to the bar, I take a shot and head to get a peep of the two men I'll be catering to. There's only one there so far, some young guy staring at all of the half naked people walking around, he must be new here. I make my way towards him as I ask him if he needs anything.

' Are you on the menu ' the man snickers out. I laugh as I tell him I'm not. He tells me a cognac will do just fine. So that's what I go grab. He asks me a few questions, asking about Tasha, telling me she's the one who invited him, but that the one night he stops in she's not here. We chat for a few minutes before I take notice of my other section has taken a seat.