Saving The Devil

15. The Name Game

"I've never actually been clubbing before."

"I can tell, you keep staring at people!"

When we arrived at Derrick's, they let us straight through since we worked for another sister.

I was almost sure I had heard them calling out for Sam but I had no idea to who. The other girls were here already and of course, Chello was grinding in one of the cages with a male dancer.

"It's weird being in a club without having a notebook."

"A couple drinks will straighten that up! Hey Rojelio, 2 martinis" she leaned over the counter "and make them extra, extra dirty!"

"Coming right up Sam!" Before I could tell her I didn't drink, she downed the 2 glasses and shook her head.

Britney started talking to two men at the bar and their eyes wandered to me. She beckoned me over and the lighter of the two gave me his seat.

"Hey gorgeous"

"Hey"

"Samantha says you're a dancer too."

"Damn right she is! This newbie just killed her first solo!" Britney -I mean Samantha- shouted.

"Is that right?!" he replied impressed.

Britney and the other guy started walking forward before he turned and came back to us, whispering something in his friend's ear.

"Let me see what the lady says." and with that being enough the man rejoined Samantha and vanished into the crowd. "Fred is going to rent a booth up in VIP, care to join?" his smile was wonderful and the strong alcohol on his breath didnt seem to faze him.

"Did Sam tell you I have a boyfriend?" he threw his hands up innocently and his smile broadened.

"I won't do anything you're not comfortable with, deal?"

"Okay."

Taking my hand, he began leading me through the crowd, where we saw our friends grinding the place down. He gave me a look which I asked if dancing was on my list of comforts and I couldn't help but laugh.

"What's your name?" I tipped to reach his ear.

"Rick"

"Well, Rick, I'd love to!" the beat pumped all around the room, taking us with it.

Rick was surprisingly smooth too, he kept up with the pace and even bust a move, here and there.

We were bouncing to a mix of Post Malone's Fall Apart, when Britney's heels started to torture my feet.

On cue, Rick picked me up and brought me to the VIP booths upstairs. Even though I wouldn't have let a man do that on normal occasions, my feet were truly grateful that he did.

And the music wasn't as loud in the booth and I was grateful for that too.

"You didn't tell me your name."

"That's because you didn't ask" I mused "I'm Dee."

"Hmmn. What's it short for? Deana? Debbie? or Denique?"

"That's a mystery for another day!"

"So that means I'll see you again then?"

"As friends!"

"Well everything begins somewhere so, I'll drink to that!" and he waved for a waitress, who brought over a bottle.

"So you're a regular here then?" I motioned to the bottle "Or do you just drink whatever's on today's special?" Pun intended but he didnt need to know that.
Hell I shouldn't want to know that!

"Dee?" he gave me a glance while he filled 2 cups. "You know how the clubs are right, the sisters?"

"Yah, every employee has to." I push the glass back to him shaking my head "I'm 19, I can't drink."

"Good to see you follow the rules" he chuckled "Well then, answer me this, what's the name of this sister?" he gestured to the club with the bottle in his hand.

"Derrick's?!" I answered confused "What's that got to..." and then it dawned on me.

"My name is Derrick Rachwild or Boss as they call me, and it's a pleasure to meet you Dee!" he gracefully bowed his head as he spoke and once again called over the waitress to request a virgin pina colada.