Craved (Book 2)

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Upload: 03/26/20

Chapter Ten

Greyson

"I need four specials in section three! Two Hurricanes and two Spices." Greyson yelled over the music to Brix the bartender. With a nod of confirmation, Brix went off to the side to mix the spiked drinks.

Greyson hadn't realized just how much of a hit they would be with his clientele, but it definitely raised his profits and the word spread like wildfire. It seemed they wanted the drinks more than the physical product, which didn't phase him much, it just added more money to his pockets and brought more customers to the club.

"How we looking boss man?" Brandon asked walking up beside his best friend.

"Shit's looking great. We have officially been open a week and shits off the charts. Everyone loving the girls and the Specials has been flying off the shelf." Greyson boasted with pride.

He had to give his best friend his props for even coming up with the idea to open a club and run product. He was a bit skeptical at first but once they pounded out the fine details and got the ball rolling everything worked out smoothly.

The books were legit and if they were to ever get raided for whatever reason, they had failsafe plans in action to hide product.

"And you said opening this club was a bad idea." Brandon laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You were right, this is what we needed to push more and get our money's worth." Greyson agreed.

"Here you go, boss man." Brix said sliding the tray of drinks towards Greyson. He took the tray just as one of the bottle girls passed him.

"Take this to section three." The girl grabbed the tray and threw a wink his way. It seemed all the girls tried their best to get him to sleep with them. If they kept it up, he was soon going to take them up on their offer, but Brandon was doing a fine job of that already.

"Man, how are you not tapping none of this ass in here. I swear we hired the most bomb bitches in town." Brandon commented as he watched the girl's ass bounce with every step she took. Greyson was sure she was doing it on purpose with how hard it was bouncing.

"Trust they keep throwing it at me like that I'll have no choice but to take it." The duo left the bar and made their rounds throughout the place, making sure everyone was well taken care of and the girls were doing fine.

"Aye man whatever happened to that fine chick from Back Shots?" Brandon asked once they were back in the office. He snapped his fingers trying to recall her name. "Thick as fuck, with the red lipstick." He described. As if it jogged his memory, he sat up seeming excited. "Red! That was it. Shorty was fine as fuck!" he had this sinister grin on his face as he recalled his moments with Red.

"I don't know what you mean?" Greyson answered pretending he hadn't thought the same thing. Hadn't gone to bed with wicked images of her on his mind, leading him to wake in a cold sweat and a rock-hard cock.

"What about her?"

"I've been trying to get a private dance from shorty since the soft opening but she hasn't been at work. I remember seeing you come up here with her that night, thought you might know." Brandon said with a shrug.

Greyson shook his head. "Naw man, I haven't even seen her since actually. With everything going on with G I just haven't found the energy to go back to the strip club." He answered honestly.