Bad Guys Night fantasies. A boring evening can be an unpredictable game for you

– Oh, there will be a lot of pressure. Does this bother you? This weekend is full of people.

I want to tell him that I was already here, but then he can remember how I undressed him. Nothing to it.

Too late.

“You only saw the one above,” Cache says and winks.

I should have thought that I couldn’t get out of here without a hint that evening.

“Can we forget what it was?”

Cache’s face blurred into a devilish smile.

“Never in my life.” – He starts to go back – from me, from the entrance to the bar. – See you tomorrow evening. At seven o’clock.

“Should I wear something special?” Or…

“I’ll send something to your house.” Size six?

For some reason, the realization of how accurately he measured me with his gaze – even the size of his clothes determined – causes a fever in all parts of the body, where I kind of should not feel it.

– Yes.

Cache winks again, then turns around and disappears behind a barely visible door behind the bar.

Chapter 8

Hearing the door slam behind Olivia, I smile.

It is annoying that I had to shorten the interview, but it was clear to me how this girl was spinning me to make me do stupid things and carry complete nonsense. In a way, I like it. I like her.

Olivia is a complete contradiction. I can swear that she is drawn to me, but she opposes. I can say for sure that she is modest, but she tries not to show it. And how did she make a determined face before accepting the challenge! This is damn exciting! I want to provoke her to see how far she goes.

I know this sounds like a perversion, but it is. In her reaction to my ridicule, there is something that makes my secretion in all organs intensify. One thing is clear: if Olivia is around, I will be guaranteed a very informative weekend!

I sit down to write a post to Jesse, the shopkeeper who supplies me with uniforms. I can’t help but think how Olivia will look in tight black jeans with a lowered waist and a white tight-fitting topic. I do not want the workers of my bar to look like whores, but I do not mind if they show a little naked body and mouth-watering mouths. This increases booze sales. And in the case of Olivia, it will bring me a lot of pleasure personally.

I can’t wait for tomorrow evening. Olivia has already begun to act out a sexy cutie. And when she gets into the appropriate atmosphere, I will specially make sure that she spreads her wings. It’s been a long time since I was so amused. I’m already thinking about what to ask her to do at the audition.

Chapter 9

I wake up from a cell phone call. I tear my eyes and look with a muddy look at the clock by the bed. Four minutes past seven. Morning Who can call me in such godless wounds?

I look at the glowing screen of my mobile. The number is unfamiliar, and I wonder whether to answer or not. I reached for the phone precisely because the bell rang so early. I always feel a slight alarm if the phone rings at an unusually early or late time.

– Hello? I say. The voice itself seems hoarse to me.

– Olivia?

A shiver runs down my back. This is the cache. The sound of the voice conjures up an image of a beautiful face with a bold smile and seductive breast contours. Unexpectedly for myself, I feel that I am melting.

– Olivia? Cache says again.

No, it cannot be a cache. This must be Nick. The owner of the nightclub had hardly woken up. Unfortunately, I feel the same delight from the appearance of Nick’s mental image and the prospect that he is calling me.

How everything is running, I myself could not imagine!

– Yes.

A low, rumbling laugh.

So dirty sexy!

– This is Nick. Sorry to call so early, but I’ll leave almost all day and want to find out how things are going in the club. Did you get a job?

– No worries. True. I appreciate your interest. Well, in truth, tonight I’ll have some kind of audition.

“Ah,” Nick holds out understandingly. “Cache wants his staff to entertain guests with pleasure.”

For the first time I remembered that it was Cash who sent the stripper then, and I was seized with real horror.

Good God, I can’t show striptease!

I sat in bed:

– What the heck! He doesn’t think that I will undress, huh?

Laughter again.

– Not. If you yourself don’t want to.

– Oh my god, no!

“I don’t think so, especially after your first visit to The End.”

There is irony in the voice.

Cache told him! Damn it!

I think it’s time to change the subject.

– Then what does it mean to “entertain guests”?

– Let’s define it this way: you should not be timid in front of the public. Do you have an order with this?

Yes, I’m really a little shy, but that in no way makes me weak. Honestly, Nick hinted at me a little.

“Believe me, Nick, I can do what any other girl can do.” No problems.