I walk around the tables and collect glasses with Basil. “This is the worst fucking job we ever had.” He rolls his eyes.
I giggle. “Will you look at us?”
Who would have ever thought that I would work in a place like this? Christopher has changed my outlook on life. Nothing is off limits anymore.
I feel liberated and sexually confident like never before.
We’re working in a nightclub in Amsterdam. There are live sex shows on stage for ten minutes every hour, and we’re scantily dressed. I’m in a short French maid outfit complete with suspender stockings and a long dark wig, and Basil is wearing black suit pants and a bow tie.
This place is hilarious, and the things we’ve seen would curl your hair.
Basil and I are the official glass collectors. Kimberly and Bernadette are in the kitchen, and Bodie and Christopher are behind the bar.
“Will you look at those two fucking wankers.” Basil curls his lip in disgust as he looks over to the bar.
Christopher is wearing black suit pants and a black bow tie, completely shirtless and a ball of rippled muscle. His dark hair is a little longer, with a curl to it, and he looks utterly gorgeous.
I smile as I watch him. He’s working the bar like a pro. Laughing and joking with the customers, shaking his cocktail shaker in the air as he and Bodie joke around.
He’s having the time of his life in this job.
A song that he loves starts, “Edamame,” by bbno$, and he starts to dance as he works; the female customers are lined up at the bar, enjoying the show . . . and I don’t mean on the stage.
I giggle as I watch them play off each other. “Hot wankers, though.”
“I’m so doing a bar course.” Basil sighs.
“You should.”
I keep collecting glasses and walk over past the bar. “Hayden,” Christopher yells across the crowd. I glance up, and he waves me over. He introduces me to a man sitting at the bar. “This is Mr. Escott.”
“Hello.” I smile.
“He’s offered a job on a luxury yacht in the Greek islands.” He keeps serving people.
“Oh.” My eyes widen. “Great.”
“All of us.” Christopher smiles excitedly.
My eyes flick to Mr. Escott. “The six of us?” I confirm.
“Yes, I need this energy on my fleet.” He gestures to Christopher, who is laughing out loud. He shakes a cocktail shaker for three women. His arm and stomach muscles are flexing as he shakes it. The women are all smiling goofily as they watch.
“That’s a whole lot of energy right there,” I agree.
“If you’re all like him, it’s going to be amazing.”
I laugh. “There is nobody like him, Mr. Escott. He’s in a league of his own.”
I smile as I watch my beautiful man. I’m not even joking—he really is. Every night I watch him work the crowd and fall a little bit more in love with him. I don’t feel one ounce of jealousy over the way he is.
He is who he is.
He isn’t sleazy or flirty; he’s playful and fun, and he makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world.
And to him, I am.
Christopher comes back over. “Can you go and ask the others if they’re in?”
“Okay.” I smile.
“I’ll wait here for you,” Mr. Escott says.
“When would you want us to start?” I call over the loud music.