My first night at Wet Nights Club

Shemika

My eyes slowly began to open up, unconscious of where exactly I was.

The unfamiliar scent of the surrounding slowly brought me back to consciousness as my head began to bang from the hit.

Flashes of Cruz's lifeless dick inside of me flooded my mind and then the glimpse of the color of the car that almost got me killed.

Where exactly am I?

Am I in the police cell?

Or am I in an ambulance, with an officer sitting next to me, waiting for me to open my eyes so he could just handcuff me and drag me away?

I froze, still debating whether or not to open my eyes yet.

I finally made a choice, flipping my eyes open like I was never hurt.

A tall, confident looking, unfamiliar figure stepped into the room that looked like a hospital.

I froze on the bed. Are they here for me?

The young man walked in with a few other men behind him.

The young looking man wasn't dressed like a doctor. The moment he stepped closer to me, I realized this could never be a police officer.

Police officers are not usually this handsome and fit.

Fuck, I couldn't believe who I was seeing.

Bishop!

The Managing Director at Wet Nights Club.

Wet Nights is an elite club for mostly the top citizens of the states.

I've been hearing about Wet Nights and I've dreamt of working at the club as a performer because I heard they pay their dancers very high.

But it's not easy to get a job at Wet Nights. Though, it's a popular club but it held a lot of secrets, secrets that shouldn't be known outside the club. Due to their delicate nature of treating their clients with secrecy, they're being extremely careful about whoever they employ.

Bishop lowered his head to stare at me on the bed, “Do you feel better now?” he asked softly as his breath brushed against my face.

I couldn't help but observe his smooth, shiny skin. It was as if the sun kissed his skin, his slick black hair fell to his neck as if he was ready for a red carpet show.

He used his hand to brush his hair backward as it fell to his face while he bent over to confirm if I was good.

The serpent tattoo curled around his wrist gave him the final savage look.

Fuck, I can't believe the whole Bishop is staring at me right now, just a breath away from me.

I kept staring at his tattoo, admiring the ferocious touch it added to his calm look.

Our eyes suddenly met, and for a minute, I couldn't breath.

“Didn't mean to break you, sweetheart,” Bishop muttered as he leaned back, now securing his hands inside his pockets.

Fuck, he looks more charming when he speaks.

I couldn't say a word, I only kept staring at him as if I've seen a god.

The more he stares at me, the more I fuck him in my head already.

“I'm…I'm sorry, I ran into your car…” I stuttered, still finding it hard to take my eyes off him.

“It's fine! I'm Bish…” Bishop was just about to introduce himself when I cut him off mid-sentence.

“I know who you're!” I roared, sounding almost too loud for someone who just got hit by a car.

“What?!” Bishop's brow furrowed.

“You're Bishop…the managing director at Wet Nights Club!” I shouted excitedly. I was acting just too raw and direct.

It's just so cruel how reality plays on me sometimes.

For over four years now, I've been looking for ways to meet Bishop, I really wanted to work in Wet Nights Club. I feel I'm tied to the club.

I've heard of girls making thousands of dollars in just a night with a politician or celebrity in a private room

I've also heard that Wet Nights was a place where pain turns into currency and every single move you make to a client can even earn a Ferrari from them.

I've heard that ladies who work at Wet Nights are freaking wealthy now.

Wet Nights is currently the talk of the town and now, standing before me is the club’s main enforcer and dealmaker—they call him by the name, Bishop.

This is a dream come true for me…meeting Bishop has been one of my greatest prayers.

Bishop collected a bundle of cash from one of his men, tossed it gently onto my lap, “This should silence you.” Bishop mumbled softly.

I didn't flinch, I only stared at the bundle on my lap, admiring the cleanliness of the new currency. This is exactly what I'm talking about. I want to start making cool cash like these, throwing bundles wherever I go, but I can only achieve that through one-way—and that's to work at Wet Nights.

I knew one-day I was going to be a billionaire and here comes the opportunity. At this point, I won't disagree with anyone who calls me an obsessed or desperate freak, I really don't care.

Without hesitating, I pushed the bundle away from me, “I don't need your pity!” I growled, my voice raw. 

Of course I'd a better plan in mind.

“What do you want?” Bishop asked, his voice calm and piercingly seductive. If I'm not careful, his voice could make me wet already.

“I want to be a performer at your club!” I blurted, my voice was clear as if I've been expecting the question since he walked in.

Bishop raised a brow, teasingly annoying. Then he smiled softly, but before I could realize what he was doing, he suddenly burst out laughing. He turned around and glanced at his men and they joined him to laugh as if I was some kind of joker.

I frowned but I couldn't say a word, because I don't even know why they're offering me money in the first place.

I was the one that bumped into their car, but why is it that he's offering me money and asking that I shouldn't say anything.

Am I missing something?

Is there something I saw that I might have forgotten?

Moreover, the bundle he's offering me is way too much for a simple ‘sorry’, so what is it that they're trying to silence me for.

Fuck, I can't remember much after I was knocked down by their car.

“Come-on, sweetheart…you think you can just walk into a room and just command your way into Wet Nights?” Bishop scoffed.

“Wet Nights isn't some random strip club, princess. We're more than just a club!” Bishop probed further, his eyes slowly catching a glimpse of my desperation.

“I've served, I've danced, I've done things your girls are currently dreaming about, their finishing point will be my starting point.” I blinked sharply as I slowly sat up from the bed.

Bishop smirked, slipped his hand into the inner pocket of his jacket, tossed out two more bundles as if they were nothing, “Take it, forget about this and I should never see you again.” Bishop growled as he turned around to leave, leaving behind the three bundles in my lap.

“Wait…please,” I called out just before he stepped out of the room. “Please, I'm currently on the run, they might be looking for me right now and I don't have a home, I've nowhere to go from here.” I sounded more like I was pleading.

Bishop's expression suddenly softened as if he's trapped in my story.

“Who's after you?” Bishop suddenly asked, but he didn't turn around to look at me.

“My…my uncle…he's trying to sell me out to some bad guys…they're sex traffickers…he'll use me to make some cash…” I lied, tears filling my eyes.

Bishop was quiet for a minute, he didn't say a word, neither did he turn around to look at me.

Just before he said whatever was on his mind, I quickly jerked up from the bed, shoving the bundles onto the floor like I wasn't interested in them.

Fuck, I needed the money, but I'm more interested in the club.

“Test me…just one night, Bishop…That's all I ask for, if I don't perform well, throw me out.” I blinked sharply as I stood at attention as if I was saluting a senior officer in the army.

Bishop chuckled loudly, now turning around to look at me. He lifted his hand up and one of his men placed a card on it, then Bishop extended the card over to me, revealing the serpent tattoo on his wrist, covered by the sleeve of his jacket.

“Take it…give the house a call once you're ready!” Bishop hinted, still stretching the card over to me.

I didn't take the card, “I'm ready now, I'll follow you right away. If I stay back, they might come for me.” I bowled, my voice almost pleading.

Bishop's gaze suddenly hardened, the gentle smirk on his face faded away, and softness in his stare turned into flames, “Be careful what you offer, princess. Wet Nights have teeth.” Bishop's voice was suddenly sounding serious as if he was passing a warning.

“Blindfold her,” Bishop suddenly muttered, as he turned around and walked away.

I didn't fight it as one of his men stepped forward and blindfolded me, gently walking me out of the hospital.

They put me in a car and I could still perceive Bishop close by, he was sitting at the front seat, next to the driver's seat.

Despite being blindfolded, I could still sense everything happening around me.

The ride was quiet but heavy with anticipation of what I'm about to step into.

What if Wet Nights turns out to be something way different than I'd imagined?

Different thoughts began to creep into my mind, and I almost screamed that they let me out of the car, but I braced up and leaned back into the seat as if I didn't care about anything anymore.

After a long hour of driving, I could have even fallen asleep, the car finally pulled over and they removed the blinds away from my eyes.

Standing before me was the massive building with the signage, ‘Wet Nights Club’ 

Bishop stepped out of the car and into the building.

I was guided into the elevator with Bishop and one other guard.

“What's the name, princess?” Bishop asked, his eyes fixated on the elevator's door.

“Shemika!” I muttered, staring up at him.

“Shemika, meet Dom, my Personal bodyguard and PA, he'll be the one to walk you through the testing process tonight.” Bishop explained, gesturing towards the man standing next to me.

I turned and stared at Dom for a while, fuck he's built as hell. Dom looked deadly and he wasn't smiling at all.

We approached our floor and the elevator stopped, and opened with a silent chim.

Bishop stepped out first, but just as he was about to walk away, he turned to Dom, “Dom, she's yours for the hour.” Bishop muttered as he walked away without looking at me.