Chapter 5

The man in front of her wears the suit perfectly, not the other way around. "You can stop staring now." He chuckled as if she's not the only one that ogles the guy. The man scanned her appearance and told her to take a seat.

"Welcome, I'm Gage Huxley." He offered his hand as if she was going to work for an administration job instead of as a stripper. "I've been told that Jojo and Cassidy have shown you around and you have filled in your information for your license?"

"Yes, I have. Thank you, I'm Bree Mackenzie. Maiden name, I'm divorced. I have a baby daughter, Hazel, she's four. We've been having a bit of financial difficulty and I can't thank you enough for this opportunity." Bree's cheeks flushed pink, she was so embarrassed that she couldn't manage to stop herself from rambling on about her whole life.

"You're welcome. As you have known I'm the owner of this establishment, you know the rules. I have your file, for now, we're all good. However,"

"However?" Bree parroted, her eyes went wide thinking she was mistakenly taken into the job and now she was being let go.

"However," the man laughed softly and continued. "there's one more thing needed to cross off the test. I don't usually test our girls, but you intrigued me with your dance."

Bree couldn't believe her ears, she played with her fingers on top of her lap as the nerves were getting to her. "And...uh, what other test is that?" She needs to ace this test, she already told Hazel that she's going to get her new toy. She shakes off her nerves and sits as still as possible as the owner told her that he needs her to strip and give him a private lap dance.

"A...private lap dance? shit..."

"I'm sorry?" the man looked amused and Bree clearly just noticed that she blurts out her curse.

"Eh, I mean I was hoping to get some insight on that. I've never done a lap dance before. I took pole dance lessons when I was trying to...eh, spice things up in the bedroom. But that didn't include lap dance lessons."

Gage laughed and told her to sit while he pulled his laptop to face her and show her some of the videos of the girls.

"And, you'll be filming me?"

"Not if you don't want to. These girls make extra money for their um... contribution video for the club's website. But no, CCTV here is for security purposes only." Bree relaxed instantly and Gage seemed amused by her nervousness.

It took her five minutes to watch two promotional lap dance videos and she hoped she was ready when her future boss waited for her to start.

"So basically I have to strip."

"Yes,"

"Here,"

"Yes,"

"Right now?"

"If only you want to be one of the girls here."

"Okay,"

Listening to her answer, Gage Huxley, the strip club owner who thought he was done with his share of flirts suddenly gets semi-hard. In his head, he already knows that he's going to need to visit his regular sex club to get off.

All because of Bree Mackenzie.

Bree had to remember the two videos before she rested her backpack on the chair and moved closer to her future boss. He had shifted to the sofa for her to have a proper space for the dance.

She was glad that she was wearing her skirt and top instead of her skinny jeans. And she still kept her distance while he scrolled his phone and connected it to the Bluetooth surround system he had installed in his office. Her smile widens when she lets the rhythm of 'Familiar by Liam Payne' thump the baseline, and Bree starts moving her hips, swinging to the beats.

She dipped low, her hands wrapped around her body, she twirled seductively and looked at him lazily. Her eyes hooded while she slowly unbuttoned her top. Bree smiled at him, biting her lower lip when she stepped between his legs and lower her chest teasing him the second her top was off and she offered him her bra-covered tits.

The thought of doing this was millions of miles away, but there she was, moving erotically teasing the handsome man sitting still with his hands planted firmly above his knees while he calmly enjoys the strip show.

Gage's eyes scanned her body, watching her intensely as her thumb hooked on the waistband of her skirt then slowly unzipped and let the skirt fall to the floor then she turns around shaking her ass adorably making him laugh.

"Okay...okay, enough. You're through the next round. You can get dressed now, Bree."

She grinned and thanked him but then asked, "Next round? do I need to shake the scary dude outside your door too?"

Gage laughed again, this time when he gets up he adjusted his erection and didn't care if she saw him. And he was glad when he did it and saw her blushed visibly.

"No Bree, next round means you go to the dressing room, get changed, and report to Jojo. Check your scheduling with her. And you better get used to men adjusting themselves after your lap dance that means you're doing great." Gage chuckled while Bree was busy putting her clothes back on.

"Okay, then...um, thank you, Mr. Huxley."

"Everyone calls me Gage, unless you're in my bed then you can call me Mr. Huxley." His words were seductive, but she didn't know if he was lazily flirting with her because of the business he was in, or if he was actually flirting with her.

The newly hired stripper just gave him her brightest smile and exited the room after thanking him by his first name. Gage could see that she was nervous, the girl looked like she was really shy but she was definitely driven. Money. He remembered reading what was in her file and seeing the shitty amount of money her ex-husband was sending her as alimony. The woman had a kid with the guy for god's sake.

He couldn't believe the things he had seen these husbands do to their exes, such a waste of women's feelings. Gage still couldn't forget about the loss of his wife and his daughter. The baby would be four this year if they both didn't passed away during labor. The thought of his late wife and baby just made his erection instantly gone, exchanged to sadness.

He wallowed in his office and looked at the framed picture of his pregnant wife and the younger version of himself.

So full of life, happiness, and hope.