The Arrangement (unenhanced Edition) by AnnaRCase (books to read now .txt) 📖

                Amberleigh asked no more questions. It wasn’t like the pretty boy would answer them anyway. Grayson Godwin said nothing more of consequence really. Just had her sign a confidentiality clause before dismissing her from the penthouse.

                The Head Goddess was waiting for her near the fake fire in the hallway. The whole reputation of the club had been on the line when Amberleigh set foot into that suite. That was how much power and sway families like the Godwin’s held in Omega City. The power to make or break. The head Goddess arose elegantly and smoothed down her dress as Amberleigh approached.

                “I trust things went smoothly? And Mr. Godwin was satisfied,” she spoke.

Amberleigh nodded. She wondered just how much the other woman knew about the arrangement Grayson Godwin was proposing. Perhaps this was a test to see if Amberleigh would stick to her legally bound vow of confidentiality. Of course, he had no doubt proposed this to someone high up in the club first.

                “Very well Head Goddess,” she lied.

She smiled and tilted her chin down in an elegant nod. Head Goddess underwent etiquette training after all. Lady like behavior and proper social skills were a must in top positions around here. Speaking of top positions, Amberleigh wondered if Grayson Godwin would ever allow her to be on top if she agreed to the deal.

The Head Goddess linked her arm in Amberleigh’s and began to escort her towards the elevator.

                “I need not remind you discretion is the key in this matter Amberleigh. I want to excuse you from the rest of your shift to properly consider Mr. Godwin’s proposal.”

                Bing-fuckin-o. That answered that question. But Amberleigh had many more where that one came from.

                                “And what would the club get out of this arrangement?” she asked.

                The Head Goddess just gave her a smile and steered her onto the elevator. Amberleigh knew the smile meant she wouldn’t be told shit. It was to be confidential even to her, though it was her life and her body at stake here. But then again, it was a question she really hadn’t needed to ask at all. Money was the answer. No doubt the club would be paid handsomely to loan out one of its top earners.

                The elevator closed and Amberleigh stared at her reflection in the mirrored walls. She should have known Grayson Godwin wouldn’t have chosen her for her looks or her unique talents. She was far from the most beautiful employee of this club. No, she’d been chose for her ability to get easily knocked up. She’d gotten pregnant within a month of dating Jackson. The boy she’d lost her virginity to. Maybe that was her true calling in life, to be an incubator for rich folks.

                                “I would prefer to continue my shift out Head Goddess, if I may. It is a big night for the club after all,” she said finally.

                She had no desire to sit in her room, watch Asian soap operas, and stuff her face while she thought over the pretty boy’s offer. Especially if she was going to accept, the last thing she needed was a bloated carb belly.  Even if he only wanted her for a body in a non-fun way, she was still going to be professional about this. And have fun with this. Who said you couldn’t mix business with pleasure?

                Not to mention, if this was her last day in this club, she wanted to make it count. Wanted to go out with a bang. Several actually. And rub it in Ebony’s face.

                “Now that’s what I admire about you Amberleigh.  Your loyalty to this club. You have my blessing to finish out your shift. And I eagerly await your decision regarding Mr. Godwin’s proposal.”

                Amberleigh smiled. She wondered how much decision she actually had in this. If she turned down the proposal, the powers that be wouldn’t be happy with her.  She would probably lose her status at the club. Be demoted to the dredges of the kitchen or worse yet, to obscure fetishes no one liked to speak of. You don’t say no to a God.