Endless Love – episode 5

Blue.
“Stay with me Gabriel please…”,l begged as his hands cupped my cheeks.
“l love you Blue…”,and slowly he close his eyes.
l can’t believe he is gone. l don’t how to save his life but within me l knew there was only one way.
lf l save his life l would lose my mermaid form and he will lose his memory about me.
l vanished with me as we went to the seashore and that was when l saved him with all the powers.
After l realised he was waking up l just hid behind one of the coconut trees…
.
Days passed and l looked for job at the a club.
I’ve been told that Club Deep owns the wh0le building, though I don’t know what the upstairs floors are used for. None of my business, anyway.
The bouncer waves me through, and I gather my hair in my hands, trying to wring it out the best I can.
 I twist it up into a knot at the back of my head, trying to tie it back while I hurry down the stairs. I should have worn better shoes and changed into the heels once I got here. Lesson learned. Shoes are the only things the club doesn’t provide.
There’s a deep pounding through the walls. Bass from the music.
I start to hear the sounds of people, and the stairs are lit up with flickering, colorful lights.
 This place was impressive when it was empty and dark, so I’m excited to see it when it’s full of life.
I hit the last stair wrong, and I stumble, fighting to keep my balance. In classic Andrea fashion, it doesn’t work, and I’m about to end up sprawled on the ground when an arm catches me around the wa-ist, saving me.
 The person helps right me, and I immediately turn.
“Thank you. I’m so sorry. It’s pouring outside and I must have slipped and—”
My words suddenly fall short as I take in my rescuer. It’s his l-ips I notice first. Full l-ips, begging to be touched. Then his eyes, which are dark.
I can’t tell the color with all the lights, but I don’t need to see the color to feel the intensity of his gaze. He’s wearing a button-down shirt and vest. it was Gabriel.
They fit him perfectly, and the sleeves are rolled up to show toned forearms with a peek of tattoos underneath.
 Arms that are still around my wa-ist, holding me firmly to make sure I’m standing. Arms leading to a body that feels rock hærd. Damn.
If this is the kind of person that frequents Club Deep, sign me up. Yes, please!
He smiles, slow and easy.
 “Are you all right?”
“Yeah. I think so.”
“Good.”
Behind him, I see a waitress passing by and my mind snaps back to why I’m really here.
“I’m sorry, I have to go. You don’t happen to know where the employee dressing room is?”
Handsome man lets me go, pointing across the club.
“It’s over there, entrance is behind the bar.”
“Thanks.” I wish I had more time to talk talk to him.

Blue
“Thanks.”
 I wish I had more time to talk to him, but I need this job. Keeping it is more important than flirting. Unfortunately for me.
The club is already busy, the dance floor packed with people under the rotating laser lights.
 House music vibrates under my feet, and I weave through the crowd of people as quickly as I can.
I’m hoping that my drenched state will earn me some sympathy for being late.
I find the entrance exactly where he said it was, and luckily someone is coming out just then.
I use the opportunity to push in,side the locker room.
The sounds of the club fade to almost silence behind me.
 Soundproofed, then.
The locker room is huge and comfortable, and I see a bunch of go-go dancers getting ready for the next shift, and a few waitresses scattered throughout.
A harsh voice cuts across the room. “Are you Blue?”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
A petite blonde woman comes over to me with a smile
. “I’m glad you’re here. I’m Rosie. I’m your supervisor. We’re a little understaffed tonight so I need to give you the rapid-fire orientation.” She hands me a pile of clothes.
“Okay. I’m really sorry I’m late. There was an accident on the highway, and it’s pouring.”
“Just don’t let it happen again.” She gives me a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.
“Come with me.” She leads me over to a locker in the corner and hands me a piece of paper.
“This is yours. The combination is on there, along with your personal safe code.
 Every employee has one so we know each time the safe is opened. If money is missing and your code was the one used, you’re gone.
 That’s the first thing you need to know. “Got it?”
“Got it.” I open the locker and shove my bag in,side.
 “Is it okay if I dress while you talk?”
“Be my guest.”
I peel my soaked shirt over my head, and hang it in,side the locker.
 I’m hoping it dries at least a bit before I head home later.
 “Keep the cash from customers on you so you can make change. People order drinks from their stations and we bring them. If they haven’t paid by card—and most of them haven’t because they don’t want Club Deep on their billing statements—they’ll give you cash right then. You’ll drop that cash off at the end of the night with your code.
“Rule number two: No s€× with clients on the clock. I don’t give a f-ck what you do once you’ve punched out, but when you’re working, your time is my time.
Number three: keep all the theme rooms stocked with supplies whenever you’re not serving—especially the orgy room. They use up a lot. And don’t interrupt any scenes that are taking place. Number four: wear gloves when you’re cleaning. That’s the down and dirty basics, the rest you can learn on the fly. That all sound good?”
Umm…okay? Why would I have s€× at work?
She said something about an O.R.G. room. I need to figure out what that stands for later. Gloves, yes. Always smart. I nod, trying to absorb everything.
 I’ve gotten on the low-slung black p-nts. They’re so tight that they feel like a second skin.
 The top is barely more than a b-ra, black with extra decorative straps that hug across my skin.
They did tell me the uniform would be like this, but it’s a little strange now that I have it on.
There’s a mirror in the locker and I glance at it. There’s a reason they’ve chosen this. It looks s€×y.
“You’ll get a second uniform later so you can swap them out,” Rosie says. “Take a couple minutes and then meet me at the bar.”
“Okay.”
She leaves, and I fix my hair, wringing more water out of it. Wait…what?
Everything she just said to me hits at once. No s€× with clients? Oh my god. Orgy not O.R.G.
I realize that this is a very different club than I thought it was. This is a s€× club.
I suppose it’s too late to turn back now.
But why would Gabriel be here?
He isn’t that type of person… l just don’t get it.
Coming out of the locker room, I look at the club with new eyes. Clubs look different in the daytime—dead and empty, nothing is what it seems. And I was rushing through too quickly the first time to really take this all in. It’s…not what I had thought.
I see now the roped off areas against the walls, filled with strange equipment and people in various stages of kinky s€×. But it’s more than just that.
Rosie sees me and waves me over to the bar. “Here.” She hands me a plastic card while shouting over the music. “Keycard. It’ll let you into the locker room, stock room, and to restock the theme rooms even if they’ve been reserved or locked.”
I nod. “Okay.”
“I actually want you to do that now. Come with me.”
We make our way across the dance floor to one of the staircases. Rosie leads me up .
“There are two stock rooms: upstairs and downstairs. It makes it easier to restock when you don’t have to carry tons of supplies up the stairs.”
The stock room is bright and clean, shelves filled with blankets, bottled water, chocolate bars, c-ndoms, bottles of lube, and more. Rosie gestures to the computer in the corner and activates the screen with her finger.

Tbc

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