Holt is the first person to greet me when I walk into Paradise Lounge. He pulls me close, letting his warm hand linger on my slender hips just a few seconds more than what’s appropriate. I can’t help myself from feeling butterflies as he places a hand on the small of my lower back and leads me down the hallway.
“Have you been a good girl and done your homework, Jacqueline?” he asks me as we talk down the long hallway.
I feel my cheeks heat up as I blush and l look away. “Yes,” I mumble.
Last week, I interviewed for a job at Paradise Lounge with Holt and two other men. Given that I was interviewing for the position of ‘entertainer’ as they liked to put it, my interview had mainly consisted of the three men using me to test how well I’d please the customers.
Near the end of my interview
