Craved (Twisted Book 2) by Lola Smirnova Page A

payment “in a couple of days for sure”. First of all, when there is a problem like that, it’s not yours any more. You have to notify one of the managers as soon as possible. Second of all, we don’t accept payments in jewelry, cars, clothes or any other items.’ All the girls look at each other, trying to find out who is the hero of the incident. He waits for the laughter to settle. ‘Please restrain yourself from meddling, regardless of the stage that your relationship with the client has reached.’ More giggling. ‘Next time I will fine the girl who creates an argument or interferes with the work of a manager on the floor.’
    ‘Then,’ Alan carries on, ‘there were a few girls who were less fortunate and did get fined. I remind you. No kissing or touching is allowed.’
    ‘Finally, a new girl decided that our rules are not for real and gave,’ he clears his throat, ‘full satisfaction to the client. The dancer decided it was okay to please a client and hand-jobbed him right in the private room. I want you to remember that this is prohibited by the rules of this club and punishable by high-price fines.’
    I smile to myself, remembering how I first heard about the new girl and the hand-job. It happened on Monday night. The funny part is that as soon as I heard the first rumor I instantly thought that she must have worked somewhere in Europe before. An hour later, when I bumped into Veronica, the girl I’d worked with in Luxembourg, I knew she was guilty of this ‘outrageous’ incident.
    ‘Oh my gosh, Veronica!’ I had exclaimed when I bumped into her at the bathroom, ‘I can’t believe it’s you! But on the other hand, who else would it be? Only the veterans of Luxembourg.’
    She had hugged me, then rolled her eyes. ‘You heard too? Shit! I’ve just arrived and they’ve fined me R5 000. Can you believe it?’
    Veronica would never pass up an opportunity to make money, no matter how twisted the offer. She has two kids and a useless husband to support back home.
    ‘Well, you scared this conservative crowd with your European manners! I wonder how you found the guy, on your first day, who asked you for a hand job instead of a lap dance?’ I had laughed even louder, still in disbelief about how right my suspicions had been.
    ‘He didn’t, I asked him myself!’ she had pouted. ‘Stop it, Jul! How was I to know that this place is for fucking saints? When they gave me the printout of the rules, you know, I thought blah-blah-blah again. The same no-sex club as in Europe. Damn it! Who would have thought there were cameras! Hopefully Alan will change his mind. He promised to think about it when I switched the waterworks in his office.’
    ‘Why are you smiling?’ Natalia whispers, bringing me back from my flashback.
    ‘It’s Veronica. She is one crazy woman. Shame she got into trouble,’ I whisper back.
    ‘I was just thinking about the same. But she’ll be fine. She has the most skillful way to adjust. Remember her lesson in the kitchen back in Luxembourg?’
    ‘When she gave her famous tutorial, “How to hand-job the client at the bar and not get caught”? That was the funniest shit ever.’
    ‘Move only your wrist. Keep your elbow relaxed. Only your wrist. Only your wrist.’ My sister mimics Veronica’s businesslike but thick speech (the latter was still drunk from the night before) and the repetitive movements that supported the tutorial.
    ‘And now about the reason why I asked you girls to get together today for this meeting.’ Alan raises his voice, and glances towards our side. We both cover our faces, still chocking on the laughter.
    ‘The club has decided to add another type of dance. It’s called a fantasy dance. It’s going to be like a lap dance but the client is permitted to touch the dancer from waist up. The price will be a thousand rand and the length will be 15 minutes.’ He waits for the stormy reaction to pass and resumes when the emotional whispers hush between