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Chantelle wasn’t worried by his state and waited until one of his waitresses had come out on a smoke break to ask a few pertinent questions The woman had said that he was a sweetheart and kept a strictly professional relationship with his employees
But she needed this over and done with as soon as possible, so she prompted, “Do you mind if we start?”
“Sure I want you to try a special song forabout you reht, your act could become a club special”
Chantelle’s hopes plummeted at his words She’d expected hi She’d come prepared, but not for this
“I had planned to dance to Rihanna’s Rude Boy,” she told hi by heart and perfected her routine “I have it here on my brother’s iPod in case you don’t—”
“No, no! I want so a little classier for you”
Chantelle folded her arms around her midriff and watched helplessly as he hurried across the roos This wasn’t what she’d expected Why was he insisting on her dancing to music of his choice when he usually let the dancers choose their own? This wasn’t going to work out, she acknowledged with resignation, but it was probably for the best
Pull Up To The Bu as Colin hurried back to her side and Chantelle alhed in relief The Grace Jones’ hit had becoain when Patra had released a cover version A lifeti wife she used to put on ae and dancehall rown up with in Jamaica
“I’ve put it on repeat Get up on the stage and let h to be heard over the music
Dancing came naturally to Chantelle Even as a child when she’d attended parties, grown-ups soon notice that she wasn’t si the moves she had seen in , but actuallyup her own little dance
She paused when she got to the e and took a deep breath She was unaccountably nervous—there was soher eyes, she raised her aryrate her waist and hips
“Wow!” Colin said after a couple of minutes and she opened her eyes to find that he had e He watched her for another irl!”
“Shall I stop, then?” she asked hopefully There would betowards the city as she would be on her way back It would take her twice as long, if she was lucky
“Yes, get dressed again and we’ll go to ain to walk towards the DJ booth
Chantelle hurriedly slipped her clothes back on, almost as nervous about the request she needed to make as she had been about the audition
Colin aiting for her just outside the door
“I’ve seen hundreds of woo, but you’re so special”
Please God! As Colin led the way to his office, Chantelle surreptitiously crossed her fingers behind her back
“Sit down,” he invited, indicating a dark brown leather swivel chair in front of a solid desk of a slightly darker hue The office was as i To Chantelle’s relief, he got straight down to business “The pay is five hundred pounds a night, but you canprivate lap—”
“I’ lap dances,” Chantelle interrupted
“Then I guess that I won’t have to tell you that sex with clients is strictly forbidden”
“Mr Ar, all I want to do is perform my routine and leave the club as soon as I’m done”
“Are you sure that you want to work here?” He looked at her quizzically “You’re a great mover, but you don’t seem the type”
“I need the money,” she explained simply
“I suspected as much” He nodded his head as if she had confirmed his suspicion “But I’m a little surprised that you won’t take lap dance requests and make more of it”
“No thanks And I would like to be paid cash in hand”
“I run a legit business here, young lady” Colin bristled as if she’d accused hi a brothel He lost all traces of the American accent as he continued, “Each employee has to pay tax and National Insurance”