Pleasing the Boss

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Chapter 33

When we’re all just about dressed and composed, the reality of the situation hits me like a brick. I just had sex in this club…in front of people. I honestly don’t know how to feel about it. I mean it was quite the experience, but why do I feel a little guilty about it?

I’m sitting on the side of the bed putting on my heels and when my eyes flicker up, Ethan is staring. I try to force a smile, but it doesn’t reach the rest of my face. I know he can see right through me, but I don’t exactly know what I’m feeling right now so I can’t talk about it. I just need some time to really process all of this.

“So do we just leave the room like this?” I ask, looking around as I stand, texting my legs back in my heels.

“Oh, no, the staff comes and cleans everything.” Kate smiles.

“Cool.” I nod.

It feels a little weird to leave the room like this. The smell of sex is still lingering in the air, sheets are sprawled everywhere, and Ethan’s condom wrapper is torn in the middle of the floor. Thankfully, he disposed of the actual condom isn’t of leaving it on the side table. It’s so funny how on the outside, I thought the idea of people having sex in front of others was exciting, but now that I’ve done it, it’s a lot more different than I thought. I can’t pin point it, but a little of the excitement is gone.

I don’t say much as we leave the room. On the way down the hall, Ethan’s hand finds mine, locking our fingers. It brings me a bit of comfort, especially since I know he senses how weird I’m feeling about this whole thing. I can’t wait to be alone with him so we can talk. I like Kate, but I’m not in a relationship with her. Anything she tells me could potentially be just a ploy to comfort me enough to do this again. I like her a lot, but she isn’t my confidant. I know he’s going to honest and understanding about how I’m feeling.

Neither of us really say anything as we’re making our way now the hall, but when we’re rounding the corner, I nearly bump into someone’s chest. Looking up, I see Darius with a more than satisfied smile on his face. He doesn’t acknowledge or even look at Ethan and Kate. His eyes are just glued to mine.

“I must say, that was quite the show. You can even say I was a little jealous that I wasn’t partaking in any of the fun myself.”

I try to find humor in his words, but I can’t. He’s just starting to sound creepy now that I’m not ridiculously turned on.

“Oh, well that’s unfortunate. Maybe you’ll find someone not spoken for to partake in some fun with.” I press my lips together, hoping that was a big enough hint for him to realize that I don’t want him.

Darius, gives me a shady smirk and nods.

“Yes, maybe so. Well, I just wanted to be the first to say that you are stunning in bed and just watching was arousing enough for me. Too bad I can’t have a taste myself.”

Really? Does he really think his perverted lines are somehow swaying me away from Ethan and Kate? God, someone has an overinflated ego.

“Well, not everyone is worthy of enough to. Now, we must be going.” I give him a smug smile and he finally lets it go and walks down the other side of the hall. For all I know he’s probably going to ogle and harass some other uninterested girl. I guess even assholes sneak their way into this club. They should really work on pre-screening for crazies like Darius who have sexual assault tendencies.

When we’re far enough down the hall, I hear Kate huff.

“Fucking creep. He looked like he wanted to grab Thea and run. It’s people like him that give the club a bad now. Only coming to prey on innocent girls who may find his sorry lines charming. He should come with a warning sign.”

“Yeah, he gave me the creeps.” I mumble, squeezing Ethan’s hand tighter.

“I wanted to punch him in the fucking face. If he comes near you again, kick him in the nuts, baby.”

I giggle softly at Ethan’s instructions that I will most definitely do if Darius comes near me again. He just gives me bad vibes.

“Isn’t there some way we can report him to someone? Maybe let someone know how creepy he is.”

“Yeah, I know some of the manager. I’ll tell them to yellow flag him.” Kate says as she throws her hair over her shoulder as if she holds all the power in the world because she knows some important people. A part of me doesn’t like how cocky she is, but then again it turns me on how cocky she is.

Back out with the rest of the crowd, we decide that it’s a good time for us to head home. I’m extremely tired and ready to shower and fall into bed with Ethan. I hope he plans on sleeping in tomorrow, because I need the rest. As we’re going back to the first floor, Kate leaves us and heads down a side hall to a bunch of doors.

“Where’s she going?” I ask.

“The manager’s offices are down there. She going to talk to them about Darius.”

“How are they going to know who he is?”

“They will rewind the cameras to us in the hall way with him so they can get a picture of his face.”

“Ohh, cool.” I barely get out as a massive yawn takes over me.

Ethan’s hand finds my side and he pulls me closer to him.

“Ready for bed, baby?”

“Yes. I’m exhausted.”

“Did you have fun?”

I hesitate.

“Yes, but I felt weird afterwards.”

“That’s because your adrenaline wore off and it dawned on you that you just had sex with two people in front of a bunch of people. It’s can be a little overwhelming. That’s while it’s only a weekend thing. It gives new comers all week to thinking about their time here. I’m here to talk whenever and we don’t have to do that anymore.”

“Thank you. I will think about it a lot. I just need some times to process it all.”

“Take all the time you need.” He leans over and kisses my forehead.

“Okay, all done.” Kate appears a few minutes later, looking satisfied with herself.

“Great. What did they say?” Ethan asks.

“They said they’ll monitor him and send someone on the floor to ask guests if they’ve had uncomfortable encounters with him.”

“Good. You can never be too safe.” I nod.

Once all that is done, we leave and I am probably the most happy about it.

At home, I kick my heels off the moment I walk over the threshold into my apartment.

“Thank you, Jesus!” I groan, wiggling my toes.

I’m so ready to go to bed, I go to close my door, almost forgetting that Ethan is right behind me. He catches it before it hits him and walk in. I hear him lock up as I toss my mask on the coffee table.

“I need a hot shower so badly.”

“Go take one, baby. Do you want a snack or anything? I’m starving.”

“No, thanks, I’m good. Raid the fridge.” I honestly don’t care what he does at this moment. I just need to be under some steaming hot water.

It’s not like I feel gross or anything. I just don’t feel like myself. I have on makeup and expensive perfume. My hair is all done up. Honestly, I’ll take sweat pants and a messy bun over anything, but that’s just me. This club persona is just someone I am once a week. Every other day, I’m just Thea, secretary to Ethan. I live comfortably and I like this simple life I’ve fallen into.

In my bathroom, I peel my lashes off and brush my hair out before pulling off the hundred and something dollar dress before tossing it in the clothes hamper. I peel out of the equally expensive lingerie and once I’m naked, I damn near jump into the shower. When the hot water hits my skin, I take a deep breath of relief. Finally.

The first thing I do is squirt a handful of facewash into my hand and thoroughly clean makeup off my face. The foundation faded a bit during sex, but the waterproof mascara, eyeliner, eyeshadow, and lipstick all stayed put. I wash twice just to be sure I get it all off.

When my face feels squeaky clean, I grab my loofa and drown it in body wash. I scrub every inch of my body, not because I feel nasty, but because the lotion I put on now feels slippery all over. I don’t like it. Again, I wash twice just to be sure I get it all off.

Done with my body, I let the water run through my hair. I don’t need to wash it since I did all of that this morning. I just need to rinse some of the hair spray out.

After about 30 minutes, I shut the water off and the whole bathroom is steamed from top to bottom. I can barely see in front of myself as I grab the towel to dry off. However, I don’t mind because I feel like me again. No makeup, no lacey lingerie or fancy dress.

I take the time to brush my teeth and as I’m swishing Listerine in my mouth, Ethan comes in, loosening his tie. When I look over my shoulder, he smiles.

“Now I want to shower.” He shrugs and I just shake my head.

While he showers, I dry my hair and put it in a braid before throwing on an oversized t-shirt, I find another shirt and a pair of men’s basketball shorts for Ethan. When you are poor the way I used to be, men’s comfy clothes from the Goodwill come in handy.

Ethan doesn’t take as long as I did in the shower and in 15 minutes, he comes out of the bathroom, steam and all, with a towel around his waist.

“Damn that felt good.”

“Tell me about it.” I laugh as I crawl into bed.

Ethan puts on the clothes I laid out without putting any thought into it and joins me in bed. Immediately, he pulls me closer and I lay my head on his chest.

“I had fun tonight, even though it felt weird after.”

“I’m glad you had fun. I hope neither Kate nor I put any pressure on you to have sex. We just wanted you to have a good experience.” He says in a serious tone as he pulls me even closer.

“No. You guys didn’t pressure me at all. I wanted to do it and I enjoyed it. It’s just afterward it all became overwhelming. Like I can’t believe I did it. I can’t believe people saw me like that.”

I’m not saying you’re going to do it again, but if you chose to then the second time will be a lot easier to deal with. You’ll know what to expect from it all. This was your first time really getting out of your comfort zone. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you. Thank God, it’s just a once a week thing. I don’t think I could do that every other day. It would become too much.”

“The club is simply meant to be more of a treat to people. Not a regular thing. It’s just something to indulge in like candy.”

“Makes sense.” I mumble as tiredness starts to consume my body.

I wrap my arm around Ethan and he kisses my forehead.

“Get some sleep, baby. You’ve had a busy night.”

“Mmhmm” Is all I can get out as my eyes close and my body relaxes against him.

If it were up to me, I’d chose this over the club any night, but a part of me thinks that Ethan loves “indulging” too much to give the club up any time soon.

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