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A New Addition [Gent x Doe]

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agentlemanwithadream

Super-Earth
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Apr 5, 2013
Olympus, in ancient mythology, was home to the Gods. In William's world, it was a place for people to get away from their everyday sorrows and enjoy a bit of mental freedom. He had designed the place as an upscale lounge with adult entertainment and fun. To outside eyes, it was a perfectly legitimate business that was surprisingly popular amongst a wide variety of people. If one were to ask William how he made a living, he would be more likely to say that he was in the businesses of protection and pleasure. Behind closed doors, William provided many people with a peace of mind whether it be loan agreements, protection from street level crime, or access to worry free female, or male, company for as long as one's wallet would allow.

The club itself was extremely large compared to any other establishment that would be classified in the same manner. While the lobby was set up in a ancient greek setting, it had a casino section, typical nightclub section, a strictly bar section and a lounge type of area for those who could afford it. William had a private area that he used to entertain his special guests and of course a office space. Today he dressed very simply, wearing a black suit, shirt and tie with an expensive set of cuff links and his holster which held his 9mm firmly. It was extremely rare for him to be caught without his weapon as a safety measurement. He was in a position where it was more beneficial for him to not be involved in violent activities and to make sure that it could not be traced back to him.

William, known as The Gentleman to those who frequented his club as he tried to make himself as much of a mystery as possible, looked through his iPhone trying to remember what it was that he had to do. He clicked his calendar and looked at his appointments jumping up a little bit. It was early and he had to interview a new girl who was trying to get a job as a dancer in the club. He made his way toward the office and gathered the necessary forms for employment. Assuming she was moderately attractive and fit he would give her a shot tonight and see how people took to her. She would get what ever she earned in tips and $100 dollars from the club regardless of if he chose to hire her or not. The Gentleman waited patiently, expecting her within the next ten or fifteen minutes.
 
If you thought about it, there was really nothing wrong with this line of work. There was nothing really wrong with any line of work that involved sexual things. They were just foreign to several people, and considered taboo, which often left those in the dark. It made them consider things like this to be wrong. Scrunching her nose softly as she stepped out of the cab and paid the driver his money, the pretty face winked at the driver as he gave her a discount for keeping him company and carrying on a conversation. Please, it was obviously because she was a looker. Without a doubt, she was definitely a pretty face, loose curls of light brown falling over her shoulders as she leaned forward to blow the driver a kiss, her light brown eyes looked over the sign of Olympus now with a tilted head. However there was soon a smile, because she knew that she was going to walk out of this establishment with a job, being not so new to this profession. The New Orleans native moved inside the building now, eyes lighting up at the gorgeous atmosphere and smiling brightly to herself. Oh, she could definitely do this.

The twenty two year old had moved upstate only a little while ago, moving into an apartment with the money she'd saved up and knowing that she was definitely going to need a means to support herself. Why not settle into the comfortable luxury she had once indulged in?Stripping was no chore for her, having always been seen as fun. Fun and amusement, while for her observing customers, it was one of the best shows of their lives. Watching her smooth curves move to the beat of some music, that devilish look in her eyes glinting with the club lights, Catherine, or Cat as she preferred, spoke to the male at the bar, disregarding his eyes wandering over her frame wrapped in that lovely black dress. Used to it. wouldn't even begin to cover it. He knew what she was here for, the so called 'New Girl' effect, the soft click of her red heels was heard moving toward the office before a soft knock emerged on the door frame of the office, peeking her head in carefully with a bright smile. She hadn't heard any particular sounds, so why not?

" I hope I'm not interrupting anything, " Her accent was thick in her words, having been born and raised in that swampy atmosphere, even moving back after the hurricane, " But I'm here for my interview. "
 
William had been looking down in a book, reviewing the profits that the club had made in the last month. Olympus was doing excellent but they were beginning to see a bit of a decline because he had hired an inefficient manager who was being lazy about his establishment. William quickly fixed this by removing him from the position and getting more hands on in the official business of the club. His ears picked up the sensuality of her accent and he was immediately intrigued although it took him a moment to pick up his head because he wanted to finish the calculation that he was doing. "Welcome," his deep, soothing voice greeted her although it was obvious that he had not put interest in the conversation yet. "8,000 in liquor..shit," he poked some numbers into a calculator that was sitting on the desk and shook his head then wrote the resulting number on a piece of paper. The Gentleman looked up with a smile on his face that switched to a bit of a smirk as he inspected the beauty before him. He stood to his full height of 5 foot 10 inches and pulled his coat together, buttoning one button as to hide his pistol and not alarm the woman. His suit had a somewhat snug fit which hinted to the fact that The Gentleman was in good shape.

"I'm The Gentleman," he started, hoping that she already knew this information but offering it as a pleasantry. He was big on pleasantries as she would eventually come to find out. "Welcome to Olympus, you must be Catherine." William took long strides toward her with his hand extended as an invitation for her to enter the office and as an invitation to enter the office fully. He was interested in hearing what this new young woman would have to say. He had a pretty good relationships with his dancers, finding that it was easier to treat them fairly instead of trying to rule them with fear and manipulation. In turn, he had been blessed by plenty of his dancers even so much that it was deemed to be a regular occurrence. William admired the cute face that leaning in around the door, it was a good start and if the rest of her was as pretty as her face he could see that she would fit in well.
 
Of course, while he had been busy pecking away at his laptop, Cat had been letting her eyes wander around this lush office of his. Obviously, money had done well here at this club, something she was happy to get used to. Not to say she was one for the lavish life, but frankly, Cat knew her self worth, and knew she could easily use the gifts that her mother's genetics gave her body to get where she wanted to be in life. An optimist of sorts, if you will. She had found an ad the other day, stating to call a number and spoke to a man who went by the name of "The Gentleman", assuming that was who she was currently laying her eyes on now. Standing in the doorway once he stood to his feet and seemed to 'flex' himself just slightly, she perked a brow up at him as he was for the most part, exactly what she expected. For a man who called himself The Gentleman, after all. Hm. Making a mental note to eventually figure out his actual name.

Using her manners to snap out of her thoughts, she shook his hand with a soft smile, " Call me Cat, it's easier. " Using her free hand to lightly wave off the name 'Catherine', her eyes again curiously wandered around the office before back to the male in front of her, " It's a gorgeous place you've got here. " Accent again slipping through the air and immediately setting her apart from the city air around them, " Nothin' like back home. "
 
The Gentleman watched her eyes roam around his office as he shook her soft hand. 'My God,' he thought as he listened to her accent. It was like his words massaged his eardrums and for a while he forgot the business aspect of the bar and gave this young lady all of his attention. "It's an absolute honor to meet you Cat please have a seat," William moved away from her to pull out the chair plush crocodile skin chair that visitors to his office used to sit and discuss business. He would adjust it for her if necessary before stepping around his desk. He slid his chair back and sat down, his clear blue eyes shifted to her face. "Thanks," he said in reference to her complement on the office, "It's nothing. You on the other hand, you have got to be the prettiest girl that we have had to apply in a long time, and your accent," William shifted his eyes to his Macbook Pro and he opened up a blank word document so that he would be able to take notes if need be all while he shook his head, "Your accent is absolutely heavenly I'm sure out patrons would love you."

William wrote took some notes about her so that he could make a mock profile for her. The profile would allow customers to chose a girl to their liking without roaming around the club for an hour looking. "So, I need your age, stage name, body measurements and a something that can be used for a short intro." He looked up from his computer after typing a template sort of thing. His eyes shifted around as he studied her face for a moment. He had a good feeling about this girl but couldn't help wondering how she would perform. "Have you worked in this type of business before?" The Gentleman turned his head to the side and smiled gently as he waited for her response.
 
Her lips curved into another smile when he announced that it was an 'honor' to meet her, curious if he was being genuine or just laying the bullshit on real thick for a pretty woman. Fingers shifting up and toying with a curl of her hair for a moment, Cat sat comfortably in the plush seat, eyes glancing over the material with a curious expression. Looked like the outside of something she would put in a soup. Croc, maybe? Turning her head back to him when he added that she was one of the prettiest girls who had applied, a portion of her was happy about that. Not to say that she was the competitive sort, but who wouldn't like hearing something about it. " Why thank you sir, " Giggling softly as he complimented her accent, she shook her head faintly, " You're the ones with the accents. " Cat corrected him easily before he began asking her the questions that would build up her profile to be used for customer choosing. " Twenty two, Kitty, thirty six - twenty five - thirty four. " The last question caused her to tilt her head slightly, curious to what exactly he meant by an 'introduction'. The only real difference between this club and the one she had worked before was the time they spent putting into letting the customer choose which girl they wanted. Though his later question made her smile, because she had expected it to come eventually. " Somethin' like it. It just definitely wasn't this ritzy. " Shrugging softly, it wasn't anything she minded discussing, but her elbows set themselves carefully at his desk, propping her head to a tilt as she asked, " Now can I ask what you mean by a 'short introduction'? "
 
The Gentleman laughed a little bit as he filled out her form based upon the answers to her questions, peering up at her from time to time with a pleasant smile. She had a little spice and he liked that about her, perhaps it was her cajun background. William felt his crotch stir a little bit which was some what of an unfamiliar occurrence for him, especially in the work place. He worked with dozens of beautiful women in all shapes and colors and as a result, he tended not to get as excited as those men who were not as lucky as himself. William's left hand played at the scruffiness that was his beard and he twisted his head a bit, looking at the screen.

"Well, tell me something about yourself. Our patrons don't just want to read measurements and chose a girl like a dinner menu. Well," he paused for a moment and formulated his thoughts, "Not all of them anyway. Most of our guests like to feel like they know a girl a little bit, it helps to build the illusion that they might get lucky or build a bond. Some girls here even have weekly regulars who come in for dances." At this William adjusted his tie a bit, one of his telltale signs of a lie, "At any rate," he continued with both hands back on the keyboard, "They want to know that you're more than a pretty face and a..." William dragged off a bit, "Oh, I need your cup size as well hun."

The Gentleman smiled at how comfortable and inviting she seemed. Most girls acted like they were getting interviewed for a Fortune 500 company when they came into his establishment. 'Is she really that confident," he wondered as he started typing again and made a note to himself. He tried his best not to see her as a challenge, as a new nut to crack but she was making that incredibly difficult.
 
Considerably, one could easily call Cat confident, not so much in everything she got herself into, but she was confident in herself. She knew that if she had her mind set on anything, getting it accomplished wouldn't be a problem at all. And getting this job, would be a cake walk. She had all the proper means to be a part of his establishment, and without so many words, he had even said it himself. Cat wouldn't even have to sleep with him to get this job, despite the curious portion of her wanting if he wanted to; Probably. Crossing her legs beneath her now, Catherine listened to him carefully as he explained what he meant by an introduction. Almost like a sampler of what the girl was like, so to speak, " Well that just sounds like fun. " But again, her bright eyes flickered with a sudden vibrancy as she leaned back slightly and glanced at her breasts like a proud mama.

" Oh! Thirty six C, " Cat corrected, with a smile at what the Cajun foods had granted her body over the years. " Now about this introduction, " Pausing as she leaned back into her position with her elbows on his desk, " It's supposed to help you build up your reputation for your customers huh? " Catherine was easily classified as an intelligent young woman, despite being raised in the swamp portions of the south. She was no idiot, but there was a certain curiosity in her eyes. " Well, obviously I'm hotter than a pot a fresh gumbo, bein' a ragin' Cajun and all, but let's see if we can build somethin' offa your first impression of me? Since yours is apparently the most important impression to make, huh? " Her words flowed smoothly from her mouth, as not only was she intelligent, but she had gotten her smarts from being curious. And she was curious about this man, curious to see how he ticked. Cat could have easily given him an introduction, and truth be told, her sentence could easily stand as one.
 
William watched her in quiet, professional curiosity. His bright greenish-blue hues danced vibrantly around the parts of her frame that was available to him. Being the gentleman that he was he tried very hard, though with little success, to not glance at her breasts when she had. He couldn't help himself in wondering whether or not he had took the time out to get a proper bra or if they just sat up real nice by themselves regardless he would enjoy watching her undress for him and countless others later this evening.

His orbs darted back to his 15'inch screen and he jotted down the necessary adjustment to her profile. The Gentleman turned his head slightly to the right as he attempted to listen carefully to what he thought was going to be some, probably cliche saying but instead she turned it back to him and added a little flattery at the end. His eyes opened wider than normal in shock, "My first impression?" His face relaxed a bit. She was right, his impression was one of the more important impressions when it came to this job but ultimately, her longevity would be based upon consumer reaction. Still, it was nice to be flattered for once, most women came into his office and completely tried to ignore the fact that he was in control here. He pondered for a moment as he stared at her a little. "Hotter than a pot of fresh gumbo? Whole lotta spice wrapped in sugar.." He was brainstorming out loud at this point and gauging her reaction as he went along. "You're like honeysuckle sprinkled with cayenne peppers." He enjoyed her southern flavor. Before moving to LA, William had spent six or seven years in Virginia and while it wasn't deep into the south, he grew fond of the culture.

"I don't know what to tell you honey," he bit his bottom lip slightly, partially because he didn't want to disappoint her and partially because she looked gorgeous. "It's your bio, I don't wanna be the reason that you don't get business ya know?" He typed something else for his personal reference. "I think your sexier than a wet corvette," he winked as this was his weak attempt to connect with her over something he thought that southerners tended to enjoy, "But I won't be the one paying you..at least not every night." The Gentleman smiled a little and typed something else into his computer.
 
Despite knowing there had probably been times when he had examined her body, she knew the real reckoning would be tonight, when she was 'judged' so to speak by these city dwellers. It wasn't anything she was frightened about, and it didn't startle her the way it would if a girl was new to this. She was only new to the city, and those jitters had gone a few days ago. Tonight, he would watch her curves move and sway to the song, get to see the warm skin of her body as the even tanned color covered all of her. He would answer his own mental question, and get answers to several more he hadn't even thought to ask himself. Although if he had, it was clear that Catherine wasn't the sort to just become entirely flustered with a question, letting her responses flow even when they just so happened to pop up in her head. Perking up a brow curiously when he announced that he didn't know what to tell her, all of his phrases had been his attempt to help, but his impression still remained unanswered. And that was fine, since she planned on working here, he had time to tell her later. " Hmm, we'll just say I'm the sexiest thing outta the bayou, " And boy wasn't that the truth, slightly curious as to what he was pecking at on his laptop before disregarding it.

" The way I see it Daddy is that you're the one signin' my paychecks, so technically you are the one paying me. " Another point for Catherine, nodding her head softly at the nickname she had so kindly given him. Because really, in the time she would take figuring out his name, the Gentleman was such a long breath of air to waste. And unless she was talking about him to the other girls, why say that to his face? How dull. " And we don't drive no corvettes in the swamp. You can't get that thang through no kinda mud, or else you're gonna get stuck and wind up pushin' that bad boy out of it. Messin' up all that pretty paint. " Laughing softly as that proved right off the bat that he was a city boy, born and raised, Cat finally leaned back into her chair, loose curls of hair falling forward and over her full bust. " Now I'm only assumin' since you're askin all these questions about my sizes and profile, that I get to do my first performance tonight, huh? "
 
"The sexiest thing outta the bayou." He repeated as his fingers danced across his keys. There was absolutely no denying it, he liked this one a lot and was sure that some of his regulars would as well. Dumb females were good for a while but they got boring after a while, no doubt Catherine would fill the void of substance that this place had, a welcome change. If her dancing was as intoxicating as her personality then William had a serious problem on his hands because never had a dancer made this strong of a first impression on him. He almost didn't want to see her dance, publicly anyway.

Her honey filled words slid into his ears, pulled up a frog in his throat and rang on his heart. "You have a point," he shrugged a bit and finished the rest of her profile. Will turned the computer around gave her a bit of an opportunity to read it over and make sure she agreed with everything he wrote before turning his computer back to face him. "Yes ma'am, tonight will be a sort of a test run, assuming you don't have any scheduling conflicts." He leaned to the right a little and opened his drawer pulling out his Nikon D600, "Now if you don't mind baby, we need to take some pictures of you." His feet pushed firmly against the ground cause his chair to slide back and he stood to full height of almost six foot. "The outfit you have on his fine, we just need something to peak peoples interest." He motioned to a white wall and cut the camera on while he waited for her to take her position. "If that's okay."
 
Now, with him being a fan of her, a part of her was curious as to whether or not the rest of the girls would like her just the same. Of course, with being around women in closed doors, there was always a different reaction than what was shown in person. Never mind that for now, she would meet them tonight. Shaking her head softly when he mentioned her having any scheduling conflicts, " Totally available! " She announced with a salute, her pretty face granting him a smile before he leaned into his drawer to pull out his camera. She expected this, considering he was building a profile for a future employee, Cat tilting her head lightly as he stated plainly that he needed a few pictures of her. If she wasn't already a stripper, that could have sounded a bit out of place and inappropriate, but standing up herself, the female carefully adjusted the hem of her dress. " So you mean giving them a peek, per say? " She asked curiously, Cat's hands shifting back to the hem of her dress, pulling it up her smooth legs just slightly and giving him the faintest peek at the soft black lace of her thong, " Like this? " Although this could be considered a rather. . Odd position to be in with your boss, she simply considered it a part of her job; Work.
 
William was happy to hear that she was available although he had figured that by the way that she had carried herself during the whole interview, especially when she said she had a little experience. The Gentleman snapped a picture of her as she innocently adjusted the hem of her dress. He looked down at it and chuckled a little bit, she was just as beautiful in the picture as she was in real life. "Sorry," a mischievous smiled played on his face, "I just wanted to make sure that it was working properly." His smile shrank into a grin because she knew that Cat would know that he was bullshitting, she was too smart not to.

His lip curled inward a bit and his teeth grabbed a whole of his bottom lip in order to keep inappropriate words from slipping out of his mouth. She knew exactly what he meant and he did not have to answer her question. He depressed the button on his camera and took another snapshot as she started to slide her dress up he took more pictures, twisting his body and adjusting the camera angles. "Beautiful," he took another picture, "Absolutely beautiful." The picture taking stopped and he simply admired the smoothness of her legs for a moment then leaned back behind the camera. "You know we're a fully nude club." William tilted his head slightly, not wanting to insult her intelligence. "I don't need fully nude pictures but I can't help but wonder if you're as smooth on your blessing as you are on your legs." The Gentleman snapped another picture, encouraging her to give him a new pose.
 
Laughing and rolling her eyes at him as he tried to make the excuse of simply testing out his camera, she knew he had used that thing countless times. He wasn't being slick. " Oh of course, and I just know you deleted it right after. " Cat teased right back to him, having already moved to the white wall that she was sure plenty of girls had stood before and easily stripped completely out of their clothing,. Catherine knew full well what sort of club this was, but that didn't mean she had to show him every little piece before her actual show, now did she? But she was going to keep playing with this man's senses as he focused his camera and took more shots, turning now to give him a view of her firm rear as she raised the dress carefully over it. The smooth curve of her backside only being amplified as she leaned forward just slightly, a soft arch in her back and her index fingers hooking into either side of her underwear, her own lips forming a grin as she looked over her shoulder at him. His words had gotten him out of seeing what he wanted, allowing him to take another 'innocent' shot of the grinning brunette before turning to face him now, leaning her back against the wall with a mock innocent expression on her face, " Oh? Well then Daddy, I guess that means you can't see until you pay up, huh? "

Pulling down the hem of her dress again, she smoothed her hands over her ass carefully before tilting her head at him, " When should I come back tonight? " What a tease, what a tease. It was more than enough of a reason for her to have this job, and she had a plan in the making for tonight's performance already. But of course, she'd let it be a bit of a surprise.
 
Will smirked from behind the camera as he flicked a few more shots, "Of course honey. Right after some light editing and saving them to your portfolio on my external hard drive. Gotta free up space for new pictures eventually." He continued to snap pictures noticing how nice her backside curves were, slightly unusual for a girl with such a nice rack. It was rare that William got a girl that came to work for him with such a nice balance of body and wit.

His favorite photos easily came when she put her back against the wall and held her face in that innocent expression but he knew the photos wouldn't be able to capture the sensuality of the moment properly. William snapped a few pictures and thanked her before heading back to his desk and plugging the expensive camera into his computer, "I guess not. Fortunately for me, paying you is a part of my job description." The Gentleman clicked around on his screen and motioned for her to retake her seat after she had asked her last question.

It took him a moment to decide which picture he wanted to used for her quick portfolio and while he determined these things he was silent and focused. Each girl got a two page portfolio. He chose the innocent wall photo for the cover page photo, placed it in the middle of a Fleur-de-lis and under that photo was her name in a fancy, cursive like font and her measurements. The second page was a picture of her bent over slightly with her fingers hooked into that sexy black thong and a small bio naming her the 'The Cajun Queen and Baddest Thing Out of the Bayou.' William unhooked the camera and turned the computer to her showing her what he had done incase she wanted to change anything. "Well babe, I want you to go on at 10, any later than that and the girls will have my head, but I wanna give you an opportunity to be seen by a good amount of people because I have a good feeling about you." William paused for a moment to give her an opportunity to look over everything, "Since it's your first time I'll let you choose your song too."
 
Sitting back in the soft cushion of the seat once he directed her back to it, looking over the concentrated expression on his face, Cat was easily making mental notes of this man in her head. He was handsome, but he was her boss. He had no doubt probably slept with some of the other girls, and they were probably so happy to do so; Granted, he was appealing, so who wouldn't be? Despite this, they both knew that there were hard things to crack through here, especially on her end. Despite her Cajun drawl and the way her smile seemed forever teasing, Catherine was no idiot. Catherine was far too intelligent to give into any man that easily, even if he was signing her paychecks and using his manners. Looking to the screen now at her newly formed profile, she grinned softly and clapped her hands together," Well ain't that just perfect. " Cat announced before listening to him explain when she would go on and that she even got the courtesy to pick her song for the night. As it seemed, everything was falling into place, and she knew already that she was going to enjoy her time here.-

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Mentally she had already had her song picked out in her head, though the two options she'd had in mind, the second had won the option. Returning to Olympus by nine, not to necessarily scope out the other girls, but to enjoy the atmosphere. " Oh! So you're the new girl who got hired on? " Was the common question after The Gentleman had lead her back to the dressing room, disregarding the few not so pleasant looks from some of the girls, Cat could easily see herself enjoying her time here. Watching another few girls go first, it was soon her turn, inhaling softly whatever nerves she could have had, her head turning as she looked to the man controlling the soundboard and lights behind the stage. She had talked to him earlier after she had picked her song, grinning softly as the clearly homosexual man gave her a wink, " Well don't you look like a babe! " Laughing as he had easily become someone she was going to enjoy the company of, Cat listening to his introduction and announcement to give her a warm welcome as the Christina Aguilera song began to play. You know you wanna put your lips where my hips are. Kiss on my- woohoo, all over my -woohoo. All the boys think of cake when they taste my -woohoo. You don't even need a plate, just your face- Ha! By the end of the song, there appeared to be more money than actual wood on the floor of the runway stage, the brunette ending the song with innocently flinging her bra to a clearly satisfied audience member before sneakily covering her bust and the front portion of her frame with a large white feathered fan. Tease.

Winking over her shoulder at the clapping audience as she moved off the stage, her firm rear clad in a soft pink thong as another portion of her teasing act. " Ladies and gentleman, give it up for Kitty! Well, he hadn't completely hired her yet, why not give them just a little bit of a peak. Apparently, they didn't seem to mind, her audience having clearly enjoyed the show, laughing softly at James as he turned the song to a filler between girls, " Well if he doesn't hire you after that, I don't know what the fuck he's thinking! " Moving back to the dressing room, easily a few other girls gave her a hug, applauding her performance with excitement. Apparently a few of them weren't as bitter and catty as the initial few were, pulling a loose t- shirt over her frame that easily stopped at her thighs. " You've got legs for days girly! " A girl she now knew as Hannah, her bubbly personality matching the platinum blonde hair that fell over her questionably real breasts. " I think James is right. You're totally in here! "


ooc; i hope you don't mind
that i did a time skip to that night. if you do,
i can just go back and edit my post/save the skip
until you're ready.

 
OOC: Perfect timing.

For the remainder of the day, Will had focused himself on boring administrative tasks that had to be done to ensure the proper running of a business. By the time the sun had retired from its position in the sky, William decided that he could use a rather strong drink and made his way down to the bar. The bartender, a gorgeous and topless red head, already knew exactly what to he would be having to drink with out him saying anything past a simple greeting. The Gentleman took a seat, admired her beautiful body shamelessly and enjoyed his drink. Crystal, the bartender, had been trying to fuck William since she got hired but he found a way out of it every time. It wasn't that she was unattractive, but it wasn't good for business. She was his best bartender and made him an unbelievable amount of money, he had deemed it necessary not to mix business and pleasure in this instance.

Nine o'clock rolled around and Will happily led Cat back to the dressing room and introduced her to the other girls. "You all play nicely now," he said on his way out the door, "Kill 'em dead babe." William whispered to Catherine as he headed out and left the girls alone. The Gentleman made his way up to a room that was very much like his own personal press box where he was entertaining a guest from out of town. "I hired a new girl today," he explained, "I've very excited about her." His colleague nodded and sipped a rather expensive drink that William had gave to him as a sign of good business intentions. The man standing opposite of him was a new dealer who had ties to an extremely large amount of drugs coming out of South America, William needed to make a good impression.

However, when ten o'clock came around he was focused exclusively on Kitty. She commanded the stage in the sexiest way possible and milked the crowd for apparently everything that they had. There was easily $1,500 maybe more on the stage by the time Catherine exited the stage. Mr. Jefferson, William's esteemed guest for the evening, requested a private dance from Catherine. William turned his head slightly then shook it, denying Mr. Jefferson the pleasure, "You have to understand sir," The Gentleman started, "She is not officially on my payroll yet, so I can not, in good taste, require her to give you the dance that you require." Mr. Jefferson was clearly unhappy with this answer but William excused himself from the company of Mr. Jefferson, clearly not caring about his opinion at this moment.

Will made his way to the dressing room, ignoring the other girls to head directly to Cat. He wrapped his arms around her frame in a congratulatory hug. "Absolutely brilliant," he whispered into her ear his lips brushing across her ear softly, "Unfortunately, you have to prove that you're actually willing to get naked before I can hire you." William continued to whisper, a smile of his face so that anyone that was looking might have thought that he was giving a long complement, "Most girls I would let go at this point but I think you're special so I'll give you another chance. Just before you get to my office there is a red velvet door marked private on the right hand side. Meet me there in 20 minutes and you can audition in front of me. Privately." The Gentleman squeezed her tightly before heading off, waving at some of the girls before leaving the dressing room.

As time passed, The Gentleman made his way toward the private dance room that he had installed for his personal use when Mr. Jefferson approached him wanting to speak business. "Sir," he addressed the drug king pin, "I have another appointment to keep but do enjoy the club for a while, we can discuss business later." With a slight nod, William headed toward his private dance room. Outside of the door stood Steven, his head of Security, "Please keep an eye on Mr. Jefferson," he instructed, "Make sure that he has a good time." Steven nodded and headed off to court Mr. Jefferson while William headed into the simple red room that had a pole with a medium sized stage, a full bar in the corner, a plush red chair where William would be seated and a black door in the corner. He looked down at his Movado, counting down the minutes before he assumed Cat would join him.
 
With the surprise of a man's arms wrapping around her body as she watched another girl perform, her head merely came up to the tip of his shoulder, her frame covered by his in a hug. Blinking softly as her eyes fell to a half lidded state, his scent filling her nose almost expertly, despite his words easily looking like those of congratulations and simply that to the other girls, Cat couldn't help but smile softly at the hidden meaning behind them. With his semi threat tucked into his words, her head tilted lightly when he whispered that she would simply have to give him a personal show to prove that she was willing to get naked. Oh? She had to get naked for him to prove she would get naked for a crowd of others? Or was he just using his authority? Either way, he was going to make sure she got naked for him, Cat mentally wondering if this was a payback for earlier when he hadn't gotten to see if her skin was just as bare and smooth all over. No matter, Cat would play his game as he squeezed her just a bit tighter before slipping away from her to venture out as though he hadn't said any of those things at all. Such a peculiar man. There was a curiosity in her now as she moved back to the open spot in the dressing room that she had been given, looking to Hannah with a curious expression. " Well it looks like The Gentleman likes you too! " The bubbly girl announced, her pretty face full of genuine happiness, causing Cat to laugh; So cute and bubbly she was. " Somethin' like that, yeah. "

With the bucket full of her money now sitting on top of her vanity, she grinned softly at the easy money she had made, tucking it away into a portion of the vanity that was able to be locked with a key after carefully counting each bill. Well, her rent would definitely be paid. It was only a short amount of time before the brunette was dressed for her second performance of the night, her hair falling over her shoulders as she moved toward the security guard who blocked off the door. Her head tilted softly at him, as he had easily been expecting her, watching him push the door open for her before closing it quietly behind her once she entered. She hadn't necessarily noticed this room before, but easily figured there were plenty of blocked off rooms and such in a place that allowed private dances, mentally figuring this was probably the better of all of them. It was in a short matter of time that the red spotlight warmed her skin, the music guiding her smooth hips to sway, the curves of her body illuminated by the red light. Her eyes had easily made contact with his several times before the end of the song and her dance, skin now just barely to the point of being bare before the last layer of undergarment was removed. And there she was now, the "Ragin' Cajun" in all her glory, hair falling over both her chest and her back, her nude frame glowing slightly in the light as she moved to settle into the man's lap.

" I think you just wanted to see me naked before anyone else. " And as greedy of him as that was, Cat clearly didn't seem to mind.
 
As soon as he heard the door open, he looked up from his seat and a mischievous smiled played onto his face. "Good Evening Miss," he greeted her in his normal deep expression. William took his chair and reached into his jacket pocket, removed his money clip and watched rather calmly as she began her dance. There was no denying that she was good but he had seen many, many disrobe themselves for him so he remained calm for the entirety of the dance. Occasionally, when a particular way she moved her hips appealed to him, he would peel off a ten or a twenty and set it on his right arm rest, no point in throwing it on the floor he figured.

By the end of the dance, William was $270 dollars poorer but he did enjoy the show that she had put on for him. Before he could even open his mouth to compliment her a a positive performance she was position in his lap. Will bit his lip, trying his very best not to touch Catherine. The club had a very strict no touching policy unless the girls had given the customer explicit permission. Olympus belong to William and he did not have to follow his rule but then what kind of Gentleman would he be. A very lust filled smiled played on his lips as he heard her words and he shrugged a little, "As much as that may be true, I would not be a good businessman if I hired you before I was sure that you could properly perform your duties." William adjust himself slightly to accommodated the bulge that had grew in his pants. "Another part of your job includes lap dances," he paused for a moment and licked his lips as his eyes shifted from her beautiful face to her more than ample breasts before they shifted back up, "All girls audition for the opportunity to be lap dance certified." The Gentleman shrugged a little, tilting his head to the right, "Quality control I assure you and as you requested in your interview," he flashed the money in his golden money clip that had a single onyx stone on it. That was a reference to her comment earlier about him paying up.
 
She could see the struggle on his face, the look that flicked around behind his eyes that kept him from touching her, the voice screaming in his head to do it. Catherine knew he had to have some damn good self restraint, being that the natural instincts of any man would be to grab her and touch her skin instantly. Hell, if he was like any of the men out in the front, he would have had his hands on her when he had given her the hug earlier, the female grinning softly as he licked his lips and examined her a bit closer. How amusing. There was something in her that found him interesting, in the way he still managed to keep his appearance up as a 'Gentleman', when he was probably under hidden means. She was curious about him, and it was only growing all the more, perking up a brow when he stated ' Lap Dance Certified', like it was an actual certification.

But apparently, he wanted a lap dance from the naked woman before him, even flashing his money in response to what she had said earlier in the day. Well wasn't he receptive. " Look at you, gettin' your first dibs. " Whether it was the stack of money he was holding or the way he used his words and carried himself, he was easily the first in this establishment to receive a lap dance. Having slid herself from his lap in the particular way she was sitting, again Cat found her hips swaying in his lap gently, giving him a full view of not only her legs but the well taken care of mound of her pussy. Hair falling over her shoulder as she leaned up carefully, angling herself just above his lap before sitting gently, another tease of flesh as she could feel the ever present bulge in his pants. Well, it was either a bulge, or a gun. Leaning back gently against him, her back settled comfortably against his chest as she spoke again, " Now, if I ask any of the other girls if you did all this with them, what would they say? "
 
William smiled a little at her comment, first dibs indeed and he was becoming greedier and greedier by the moment. Catherine was dangerous, that much was obvious but he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was her southern charms, her intoxicating scent, or the way she oozed with confidence, either way he was hooked and he was perfectly okay with that. The Gentleman's temperature began to rise and as it did his package was less of a bulge and a more obvious picture was beginning to materialize. Will flicked out a few bills as she swayed and rotated gently in his laps, "Gah, Damn it woman," slipped almost inaudibly out his mouth. This temporary loss of control was unusual for William, so much so that it almost scared him.

As he watched her dance he loosened up his tie a bit and opened the top button on his shirt, allowing some air to circulate onto his chest. The Gentleman reached into his right pocket and pulled out his big bills, which he kept separated so that people would or would not assume that he carried around hundred dollar bills based on which bill clip he pulled out at a particular time. As she leaned back against him, he fought the urge to push himself up against her but he did rise up just a little. Her southern drawl found its way into his ear and he smirked a little as he dropped a bill with Benjamin Franklin on it on top of her supple bosom, making sure not to touch her. "They would tell you that they had to give lap dances to anyone but me. They would probably be jealous, Hannah would give a weeks worth of profits to get me alone in a room for this long." William bit his bottom lip out of frustration. He was slow approaching the point where his lust would over take him and as a gentleman he knew that was unacceptable.
 
If being herself made dear Cat dangerous, then perhaps she was. Perhaps her enticing attitude and alluring ways were simply something that drew this man in, something different in his bunch of girls that he felt a need to get closer to. She knew he was going to tell her that the girls would not be so impressed if they were to count the time she was currently spending with their boss. She had just gotten here and already getting this time? It would be downright unfair, and she knew the amount of lip that would come from it. However, her mind was focused on the here and now, this man's bulge having erected into a tent against her rear. Her back was comfortable in its position against his chest, half lidded eyes watching the bill fall on top of her chest, grinning softly as he announced that they had to give lap dances to others, but not him in particular. What a shame, hm? " But you've got such a lovely lap. " Catherine teased, moving her hips gently and causing her firm rear again to shift into his bulge, toying with his senses in a seemingly innocent fashion.
 
The Gentleman was becoming more and more lust driven with every note that played and slight adjustment of her hips that went with it. Her smell intoxicated him more and more with every single breath that he took while they were in close quarters. His lust filled face turned up into a small grin as she complemented him on his lap. The grin was not a response to flattery but more his conscious mind understanding that she was toying with him. While some people might be offended by such behavior, he rewarded it with another crisp one hundred dollar bill.

"I'm glad you feel that way, but it's almost impossible for you to know for real." A deep inhaled followed and his pink tongue darted across parched lips causing them to shine slightly in the soft light. "I don't mean to seem as if I'm boasting but, these pants do not really do my lap any justice." His head tilted to the left, his cheek lightly touched her head for a moment before he fought a slippery slope into jaded, lust filled thoughts. Instead, the emotions crept out through his mouth, "For you to really be able to make that statement, you would really have to see my lap first hand for yourself." At this time he peeled off another hundred dollar bill and ran it gently over the hair that was covering her left nipple. "I think we could make arrangements for a lovely young lady like yourself that is," he paused simply for dramatic effect. It seemed almost as if the world paused in this moment, for it would define the rest of their evening. His strong chest rose and fell in deep, passion filled breaths, "If you're interested." The Gentleman finished his sentence then let the bill fall over her bosom.
 
Well wasn't he just generous, dropping another hundred dollars to add to her already nice little stack that sat beside them on the armrest. His words leading into what she could feel was coming, Catherine tilted her head gently when his coaxed words fell from his lips. Her eyes closing lightly as she leaned against this man while he tried to play with her senses by setting another hundred to toy over the skin of her breast, grinning softly when he mentioned that they could make arrangements for her to see his lap. Oh? That's what he was getting at was it? Opening her eyes to a half lidded state as he released the one hundred dollar bill, there was another large grip of money for her, hm? Moving this bill to the clean stack he had made just for her, Cat sat up easily in his lap, knees together as she looked over her shoulder at him. It was a simple movement, standing and turning to set her hands down on his lap, bent at the waist as she was at eye level with her new boss.

" My mama always told me never to sleep with a man who don't have no real name, " Her hair acting as a curtain as her face moved closer to his, she could see the need in his eyes, the lust that he wanted her. He wanted her right then and there, and if she was any of the other girls, he would be on his second round with her at this point. But she wasn't. He was dealing with a whole new woman here, her palms flat at his thighs, fingertips having settled between his thighs, " Or a man who keeps a gun on 'em. " She added, winking softly as she stood up straight, head tilting at the full view she easily gave him as she stood between his legs. Her hand moving and grasping her money and her clothing, Cat's hips swayed as she moved toward the door, looking over her shoulder at him just before she left, " Besides Daddy, even if I was that kind of girl, you can't afford me. " Oh, what a tease.
 
Excitement rose in The Gentleman's chest causing his heart to beat harder than he could remember. He just knew that he had her exactly where he wanted her and he was going to get the prize that he wanted. Real name? he thought That shit doesn't matter. His dick twitched hard, clearly she would be able to see it as she placed her hands on his thighs. Before he could even open his mouth to make a response she had already mentioned his gun. Fuck! he normally sat that to the side during on his occasional lap dances but he had been in such a rush that he did not take the time to set it to the safe in the room behind this one. The wink that she gave him sent another wave of lust through his body. He vowed at that point to fuck her in such a way that she had never before experienced. She deserved it because he had never experienced a lap dance like this, she made herself seem available until the last very moment.

The Gentleman bit his lip slightly, as the sudden feeling of failure rushed quickly over him as she gathered his things. Will didn't speak, he watched her and tapped his fingers on the side of the chair in rapid succession like a man who appreciated being defeated by a worthy foe. The Young Businessman found himself a little taken back by her statement, "Oh baby, there's nothing in this world I can't afford, don't you forget that." The next thing he knew, she was gone. He had half a mind to pull his dick out right there and beat it until he came but The Gentleman refrained.

For the next ten or fifteen minutes William remained in the dark room partially in deep thought and partially waiting for his erection to subside. His hands slipped his two money clips back into their respective pockets before making their way to the arm rests and pushing the horny man to his feet to get another drink. Just after he poured his drink he stood at the bar, patted through his pockets and looked for his iPhone. Once he found it he sat it a little roughly on the bar and sent a text message to one of the bouncers to figure out Catherine's shoe size, discreetly, and to let William know.

Twenty more minutes passed and The Gentleman, who had finished his drink at this time, made his way out of his personal room looking as if nothing had ever happened. He had received his text message and placed an order for some black Christian Louboutin heels to be delivered to her house at 9am the next morning. He would have the same bouncer present her with some hiring paperwork and tax forms so he got the address from there. William retired to his office and plucked away at his computer, hoping that the remainder of the night went on relatively smoothly.
 
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