Brandon loved her fire. Fuck, it was always the ends of the spectrum with him - the innocent girls and the bratty ones. He loved both. He loved wrecking both. And while he was genuine about his offer with Eve, he also couldn’t help but think that it would be good to see what she was capable of first-hand.
Ah, the perks of owning a nightclub.
“Once again, I don’t blame you,” he said. He smiled as she began to tell off her invisible captors, and it grew wider when she mentioned those last two words. He bit his lip and gave a small shrug before saying coyly, “Oh I don’t doubt it, though I’m sure you can be a good girl for certain people when persuaded thoroughly.”
Brandon walked past the crowd on the floor as the music blared and made his way to the back to a door guarded by a bouncer who promptly let them in. There was a hallway dimly lit in purple lights that opened up to a wider hallway with grottos on the left that were covered with heavy curtains.
“Here,” he beckoned as he slightly pulled the curtain to a grotto to reveal a young woman enthusiastically riding a man who was sitting on the semi-circle couch. Two other women were making out while fingering each other. Their moans echoed against the walls.
“Nothing new to you, I’m sure,” Brandon began, “But unlike L’Enfer, the clients who have access to the Backroom are vetted and allowed by me and me alone, and only those who want to serve Backroom clients are available here.” He walked behind her so she could get a better view. The man began to stand up as the girl who rode him went behind him and jerked him off.
“I don’t force anyone to do anything they don’t want. But of course, you’re interested about what’s in it for you.” The two girls who were making out got on their knees in front of the man as the other girl jerked him. “Aside from the fact that you get to approve the clients you service, you get half of the fee the clients pay. And that doesn’t even include tips.”
The man groaned as he looked down at the two girls who had their tongues out and their tits pressed together. The girl jerked him off faster and soon enough he exploded, cumming on the other two as they gleefully lapped it all up.
“Another satisfied customer - a win-win-win for everyone,” Brandon whispered into Eve’s ear. “But I’m sure you’re already thinking just how much better you are than those three girls -” His hand caressed her arm as he breathed slowly and heatedly against her neck “- aren’t you?”
Eve was well aware that she had a choice to make, one that she truly hadn’t expected to be faced with. The last time someone had offered her a job, without strings attached or ulterior motives, or heck it being a choice at all.. was pretty much never. She could vaguely recall being asked to play or sing at a few parties in the beginning of her creation, but since then it had all been 'you will do this' or 'go fix that'. And while Thorn Haven was proving to be a place where she definitely could see her needs met on the regular, it was also another cage for anyone with money to pluck her out and use her. Which she was so very done with. Hell, she still believed that this all was simply a temporary hiccup.
She nodded a bit, deducing from his face that he found her reaction somewhat amusing. There was something dangerous behind that smile. Like a hint of a personality that he was hiding. Some men wore their authority like a badge of honor. While others cloaked it to seem less intimidating. If she were to guess which category Brandon fit into, Eve would definitively go with the latter. “Maybe. Persuasion is all about finding the others weak spots. Cracking the code that is their bodies reaction to pleasure, or pain, or both. The dedicated ones always crack the code in the end.” she shrugged a bit, though her knowing smile remained. Oh he really responded to those two little words, she could tell.
Following him further, deeper into the locale, Eve paid close attention to the way in, in case she had to find her way back out in a hurry. The sight behind the curtain wasn’t new to her, though she was a little surprised that he’d just brought her in to survey without a second thought. Then again neither the client or the girls seemed to mind an audience. Feeling him move behind her, she remained where she was, keeping her poker face up as she impassively studied the scene before her while taking in his words. She had to admit it was all rather appealing. The choice and control she lacked in the cells, the opportunity to earn her own money and spend far less time in the cells than she was at this point. Shivers made their way down her spine, feeling his breath tickle her ear. Damn, he was good. The need to respond in kind was overwhelming. Which was why she purposefully pushed out her ass, strutting until she could feel it. His hard bulge pressing into the crevice of her behind. Very slowly and deliberately she angled and rolled her hips, creating a small, but surely noticeable amount of friction. “First of all, I easily equal more than three. They’d be entirely superfluous if I was the one he’d be coming to see.” Her skin tingled pleasantly where his hand brushed. Was the invisible catch that she had to fuck her future boss? Because if that was the case, she wouldn’t mind it one bit. “So no, I’m not thinking it, I know it.” Turning her head, Eve caught his eye. “Say that I was nearing a yes, whats the catch?” she asked, her lips curving into a mischievous smile.
