Step off the Cliff

Start from the beginning
                                    

"I need an assistant, someone to take care of all my personal business. I'll triple what you're making here and I won't force you to wear a thong."

Stevie looked at him like he had lost his mind. She went to speak, being cut off by a loud voice.

"STEVIE GET YOUR ASS BACK TO WORK!"

The two looked over to see Mark fuming towards her.

"I have to go."

Lindsey grabbed her wrist, stopping her from going any further. "What time are you off?"

"Lindsey-"

"What time?"

Stevie sighed. "In half an hour."

"I'll be waiting for you outside."

"You're crazy."

"I'll be waiting." Was all he said before disappearing into the crowd.

The night carried on, Stevie growing more and more frustrated with lousy tippers and handsy men.

She practically sprinted to the locker room when her shift ended. Changing into normal clothing, she threw her coat on, making it through the club and outdoors into the chilly night.

She pulled a pack from her purse, picking a cigarette out then lighting it. Taking a long drag, she let the smoke flow from her lips slowly, freezing when she saw Lindsey standing by his car.

He knew she'd seen him, approaching her as she stood stiffly.

"Long night?"

"Just like any other." She crossed her arms, putting her defenses up.

"Have you thought of my offer?"

Stevie shook her head. "It's not happening."

Lindsey frowned, pulling out his checkbook. Stevie watched as he scribbled down on the check with a pen, tearing it from the book and handing it to her.

She hesitantly took it, her eyes widened seeing 5,000$ written across the amount. She tried to hand it back to him. "I'm not taking it."

"Consider it your first paycheck."

"I'm not your whore." She tried to hand him back the check, Lindsey holding his hands up.

"I'm not asking you to sleep with me, i won't stop you if you're willing but that's not my prerogative."

Stevie sneered at him. "Why?"

"Well I need an assistant, you seem smart enough to do the job. It gets you out of this hell hole."

"You don't even know me."

"But I would like to." He took a step closer, Stevie stiffening when he brushed her hair over her shoulder, exposing her collar bone. He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Tell me, are you honestly happy here? Exposing yourself every night just to put food on the table? I'm offering you an easy way out Stevie."

"I'm perfectly fine."

"Look me in the eyes and tell me that." He pulled away, his gaze burning into hers and she had to look away.

"I promise you it's all business."

"Why me?" She questioned him.

Lindsey smiled at her. "I'm quite fond of you, intrigued to say the least. And for some reason I trust you."

Stevie rolled her eyes. "You trust a stripper? Very smart."

"You're title doesn't define you. I know this isn't what you want, I see it in your eyes."

Stevie gulped, her palms sweating. "What would I have to do?"

"Simple things, keep track of my appointments, pick up my dry cleaning. The basics."

"You want me to do your chores?"

"No i want you to be my assistant."

"What's the difference?"

"Well for starters you won't have to work lingerie, I mean unless you want to."

Stevie rolled her eyes. They both paused, seeing the owner approach the both of them.

"Stevie I need you to get back in there, Ginger called out and you need to cover her shift."

Stevie looked at him incredulously, her eyes glazed over with exhaustion. She let out a heavy sigh, wrapping her coat around her as she turned to go back into the club.

She gasped when Lindsey pulled her back.

"She's not going back in there."

Mark glared at him. "Who do you think you are?"

"Apparently you don't know who I am, but I'm higher up than you and I'm telling you now Stevie quits."

Stevie looked at him in protest, Mark glaring at the two of them.

"Fine by me, there's plenty of other trash out there to fill her place."

Stevie tried to protest, Mark ignoring her as he disappeared back into the club.

"What the fuck did you just do!" She shouted at him, livid.

"I helped you."

Stevie's face grew red, her fists clenching. "How am I going to pay my bills you dick!"

Lindsey cheekily held up the check he'd written. She glared at him, snatching the check from his hands.

He smiled in satisfaction. "You start on Monday."

Stevie just glared at him. "The second you lay a finger on me I'm quitting and suing you for sexual harassment."

"Fine by me. You'll be on your knees begging within a week."

Stevie starred at him in disgust, Lindsey writing down his address and handing it to her. "Be there by ten."

"You are the most narcissistic, self-entitled man I have ever met."

Lindsey just winked. "Save the dirty talk for the bedroom sweetheart." He turned away, heading towards his car. "Ten 'o' clock, Monday morning!"

Stevie starred after him in disbelief. She looked back at the club behind her, relief flooding her senses realizing she wouldn't have to set foot in there again.

That relief was quickly flooded over with anxious fear at the prospect of the man she'd made love to was her new boss.

Lady (Rated M)Where stories live. Discover now