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A New Addition [Gent x Doe]

What he had thought he would be getting tonight from her, he hadn't received. That was playing on thin water, but Catherine knew just as well as he did that there were ways to completely end him if he got a nasty attitude about not being able to have her the first night. That would be greedy of him, now wouldn't it? He could have any woman in this entire establishment, but here he was with a massive hard on and this particular woman in his lap. And without a doubt, she knew he would be willing to give her the time of her life without question. Cat had a knack for that, but that was irrelevant for now, because there was a man sitting in a private room without what he had initially come in the room for. Had he expected it would be that easy just because he paid a few of her bills just like that? Apparently he had, the expression on his face saying it all as she left the room and moved into the dressing rooms of the other girls, laughing softly as Hannah rushed her immediately, " What happened? " As though there was a story to tell.

" Nothin' actually, " Cat stated with her smile still on her lips, Hannah's wide eyes partially confused as she watched the other woman get dressed. " You didn't do anything but a dance!? " Confusion and a moment of being upset, causing Cat to laugh softly as she looked over to the other girl, " Is it that surprising or is that not what you would do? " Uhhuh. Easily getting her answer in the laugh that Hannah released, the girls were slightly interrupted by the bouncer that entered, having a set of papers for her to fill out. It only took about fifteen minutes for her to complete them, the tax forms having been filled out before as she handed them back to the bouncer. Now to enjoy a bit of tonight's festivities, hm?
 
William did work in silence for about as long as his body would keep still. He knew it wasn't smart for him to be working at this time of the evening, especially after having ingested the amount of alcohol that he had but he needed to do something to keep his mind off of Catherine. She was like a poison to his brain, every time he blinked he got a mental image of her either bent over or looking down at her breasts or teasing him in one way or another. What is my fucking problem? he thought silently yet in an extremely frustrated tone, I can't believe she has me off of my game like this. He stood from his desk and reached inside his jacket, removing his holster and placed it in the safe under his desk. Once he closed the door he spun the lock and gave the handle a few tugs to ensure that it was locked.

The Gentleman returned to the club and realized that he had forgot all about his clearly upset associate, Mr. Jefferson. The Gentleman attempted to smooth over business relations by ordering the best bottle of champagne that Olympus had to offer and private dances from his best dancers, minus Cat, which would probably turn rather explicit for Mr. Jefferson, on the hopes that he would forget all about the bad business that had happened this evening. In the mean time, Will went up a private elevator to his exclusive VIP area that overlooked the stage and had couches, tables, another stripper pole and it's own bar. Immediately a bartender showed up but The Gentleman only ordered a water for now. He stood at the edge of his balcony and over looked the club, monitoring everyone and subconsciously trying to spot Catherine.
 
With the night playing out rather well for her after having left the Gentleman's private room, the brunette had gotten dressed again, not particularly for another dance on stage, but another black dress that did her body enough justice for it not to be completely nude. It wasn't long before being out in the atmosphere of the club had left her with gentlemen easily buying the pretty woman drinks, laughing softly as the first three were split between herself and two other girls. Disregarding a few hands set on the small of her back asking her for conversation, Catherine finally accepted a request, another man in a suit who looked like he was into more than just women stripping for money. Eyeing him easily as she recrossed her legs, her back set comfortably against the bar as she sipped from the black straw in her Jack and Coke. " Your dance was wonderful, " He started off, something she had heard before, though perking up an eyebrow as he stated, " Too bad I didn't get you signed to my club first. " Huh. She had been in this before, men from other clubs scouting for women who may not have particularly liked the treatment they were receiving from their club. It was only a matter of time before he had leaned over her, whispering things into her ear as her eyes ventured up to the ceiling, evident that she wasn't completely listening to anything this man was saying.

Granted, if she was money hungry, Cat could have easily made that switch without even caring, though she enjoyed it here so far. This was easy money, and even bothering to have this scumbag licking his lips at her from behind whatever operation he was running at his club. " Ain't your mama ever told you it's rude to come to somebody else's house and try to steal their fine china and silverware? " Finally, the first words from Cat's mouth since the man had leeched his way over to her, looking up at him with an innocent expression that completely toyed with what she had just said to him. There was really nothing appropriate to her about the way he was speaking to her, even if she had just been naked in front of her sexually aroused boss not even an hour ago. " I'm sure you've got enough girls over at your place to keep you in those tacky suits sugar. "
 
His eyes scanned the club over and over again taking mental notes of things that were going good and looking for things that might have not been doing so well. He counted as his bartender poured and made a mental note to reminder her that pouring stronger drinks equaled less money that he would make. Not only did that mean he had to by bottles faster but an overly inebriated customer was less likely to tip his girls and if tips dropped in the club his girls were more likely to take their talents elsewhere. He frowned a little and continued his search of the club, trying not to get upset at her ignorance. William was pleased to note that his security team was rather quietly escorting a man who had got two hands on with one of his girls, Jasmine, while she was giving him a lap dance. The safety of his girls were probably the most important thing to him because not only were they his livelihood, they were people.

Eventually his eyes fell on Catherine who was sitting having conversation with some man but The Gentleman couldn't actually tell if she was enjoying it. As the lights in Olympus flashed, William got a better look at the man's face and recognized him as a talent scout from another club. Anger flooded The Gentleman's blood stream and he turned from his position and made his way downstairs to address this man.

William pushed past several people on his way down, a determined look dominated his face as he quickly made his way to the bar and stood behind Catherine so that she wouldn't notice him at first. He arrived in time to hear her mention something about tacky suits. William found this statement comical because despite his income his suit was rather tacky and her mentioning it put him at ease a bit. His hues closed slightly as he stared dangerously at the intruder then placed a gentle, yet firm hand on Catherine's shoulder."You wanna admit you came here to try and steal my talent and just leave or should I have you escorted out with a complementary ass whoopin when you get outside?" His voice had a venomous tone to it, almost daring the man to do something stupid. William patiently listened for his answer, not even noticing that security had started to approach discreetly so that other patrons wouldn't be alarmed.
 
The expression on this man's face had changed swiftly, so swiftly there was a curious expression now on hers when his look went from that of enjoyment in her company, to annoyed and disappointed at her reaction, then to painfully aware at someone behind her. It was only until his hand graced her shoulder that Catherine realized the Gentleman had been watching, smiling softly at the pale expression now on the man's face. Poor dear. She held no sympathy for this man, as he had so rudely been hitting on her for the past twenty minutes in order to get her to sign on to his club. Vulture. " Just seeing if she wanted something better than what you're offering here, " He raised his hands as he spoken as though he were trying to give William an insult on his way out, shrugging as though he had said nothing at all about the establishment he was currently in.

That was one thing she had noticed about these city people. There were always more than natural amount of those with a cocky attitude, one that was unnecessary for the actions that caused them to be in whatever situation they were in. Their cockiness was completely different from her cockiness. Biting her bottom lip softly as she watched the man back away, the bouncer who had carefully waded over to their area moving along casually behind him as though he were simply examining the perimeter. Turning carefully now on her seat at the bar, Catherine looked to the male who had only partially come to her rescue, " Daddy's watchin' all the time, huh? "
 
William did as best he could to quell the anger that was rising up into his chest. He thought a thousand bad thoughts about the man at once which cause him to get a small headache. William would have to push the pain away because he had to deal with the man who was attempting to steal his...talent. "I'll offer you a one way ticket to hell if I ever catch you doing anything in here besides tipping." The Gentleman's face was contorted in disgust clearly the sign of a man who was failing to control his anger but as the man walked away his face returned slowly, to its regular handsome state.

Catherine's gaze helped him to completely calm down and he took a seat beside her and asked the bartender for a Budweiser Black Crown, his favorite beer, then he let out a long sigh. Her words soothed his mind and caused the most genuine smile to play on his lips and cause some excitement to formulate in his pants. "Tis my job." The bartender placed the beer in front of him and he tipped her for it before sighing and throwing it back. After his very long gulp of beer, he looked back over to her with a tired smile, "I hope you aren't more trouble than you're worth," he started and laughed a bit before taking a more subtle gulp of his beer, "You haven't been here twenty-four hours and you have men trying to pick you off of me already." His head shook in disapproval slightly then smiled as he eyed her gentle features, "I'm getting ready to retire for the evening. You need a ride or anything?"
 
Her pretty eyes venturing over him when he moved to sit next to her, Catherine took another drink of her already paid for cup as she recrossed her legs. Despite having turned him down earlier, there was still something that intrigued her about this man, caused her to be curious about what he had gotten into this business for. What he needed a gun for, things of that nature. She would ask at another time, when she had at least been there for more than a day, " And if I ain't, then you was just doin' your job hm? " She teased, the aggression she had noticed on his face something she highly doubted that just frequented his face when men ere hitting on his girls. Or rather, trying to take his girls from him. Shaking her head gently when he asked if she need a ride from him, she couldn't start this off getting favors from him, " I'm takin' a cab. "

- - -

After having bickered with him a bit back and forth about her taking a cab, the woman had left the club for the night a short time later, having collected her money with satisfaction and made her way back to her apartment. Only to wake up the next morning to the buzzer ringing to her studio apartment and a box being delivered to her, that apparently she had to sign for. She hadn't ordered anything and yet here she was unwrapping a box, perking up a brow softly at the red bottomed heels, shaking her head as she smiled softly. It was evident who had sent her this gift. Sneaky man. Easily finding her phone and sliding through the contacts, she leaned back on her couch as she sat in her underwear, texting this so called 'Gentleman'.

I got your gift a little bit ago.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're
trying to whoo me.
 
Argument with Catherine proved to be futile so he let it go with a simple nod. The remainder of his time at the club was a particularly uneventful fifteen minutes of securing his weapon, keys, and letting the head of security know that he was going home for the evening. His drive back home had been a little sketchy due to the amount of alcohol he had ingested that evening fortunately, he made it without any incidents. William disrobed on his way to his bed, knowing that his maid would get his clothes in the morning. He sipped from the glass of water that was on his night stand, placed his phone on the charger, and headed to sleep.


The morning came all too quickly for William who slowly rolled back to reality. The previous nights events had taken quite a toll on him so he sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes, not really remembering how he had made it from the car to his bed. He stretched his long, toned body as he sat up and cut his fifty two inch plasma television on. A yawn escaped his lips as he flipped through the channels, lazily enjoying his morning. After about twenty minutes he climbed out of bed and groggily made his way down to the kitchen where his chef had fresh fruit waiting for him. William collected the plate and got a cold bottle of water out of the fridge then went back upstairs to his bed. As he placed the plate on the night stand he looked down at his phone, noticing that he had a message from a number he didn't realize. He picked the phone up and read the text then smiled in a devilish sort of way, Catherine, he thought to himself.Damn, she is bad. His hues scanned the message again then began to type out his response.

If I didn't know any better I'd think you liked it. Meet me for lunch so I can see how they fit?

William dropped the phone on the bed next to where he would be sitting and climbed up slowly. The Gentleman reached for his plate and picked up a piece of pineapple then bit it, enjoying the sweet taste while watching television. A part of him wished he had never texted him back because he couldn't enjoy his morning news because his thoughts kept traveling back to the lap dance she had given him the night before. These thoughts caused his manhood to swell a little and caused him to get upset with himself for letting it happen.
 
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