Three of Diamonds (Hamden Series) (2 page)

“Before we proceed any further, are you accepting of my terms?”

“Is it illegal?” Lola asked.

For the first time, Gitta gave a genuine smile; unfortunately, it did not improve her overall look. “No, nothing illegal. Though, perhaps considered, prohibited.”

What the hell did that mean?

Turning quickly on her heels, “Come. Follow me. I will get you your uniform and you will need to sign some forms.” With that said, Lola was once again following behind Gitta, watching her walk intently back the way they came. As they stepped out of the room, Gitta closed the large doors and stepped toward a small hallway on the left, which Lola did not notice before. Lola followed Gitta into an office that was just as cold and utilitarian as the room they had just come from. Gitta opened a drawer and withdrew a piece of paper, then placed it in front of Lola, along with a pen.

“This is a Non-Disclosure Agreement. It states that you are restricted in divulging any information regarding our existence, including, but not limited to, your position, our location, or information about our members. It is very straight forward and quite common,” Gitta explained.

Lola looked over the form. Her internal warning system began to chime at a blaring volume. She asked if it was illegal, and was told it isn’t. Something just didn’t feel right about this. “What IS my legal obligation regarding a time period? IF I decide this isn’t for me after working my shift, am I held to any length of employment?”

Gitta was surprised. No one ever asked her that. This one might not be as squeamish as she had originally thought.
The possibilities!
Gitta wanted to lick her lips in anticipation.

“Ms. Nash, please see the last clause of the document. It states and I quote, ‘The signing party may choose to cease participation at any time without any legal or monetary ramifications. However, confidentiality regarding the actions and its participants of occurrences held at this address, remain legally binding.’ Does that answer your question?”

“So I sign this, I deliver drinks, I get paid. If I choose to tell you to go shove it, I’m free to walk out that door, with money in my hand, as long as I don’t say what you potentially sick fuck,” holding her fingers up in quotation marks, “so called ‘professionals’ do behind these walls? Is that correct?” God it felt good to say what she was feeling in blunt terms, Lola thought.

Again, Gitta smiled, fanaticizing about Ms. Nash, and that feisty tongue of hers, at her mercy. Gitta felt her arousal skyrocket and knew that her panties were now wet.

“That is correct, Ms. Nash. Nevertheless, let me assure you, our members are all of legal age, and consensual to the activities that occur at our club. No one is here against his or her will and believe it or not, we do have some limits.”

So, it’s a sex club. Figures.
Reading through the document one more time, Lola signed her name on the designated line and pushed it toward Gitta’s awaiting hands.

“Very good,” Gitta purred. “Now, if you will excuse me, I will just go grab your uniform. Size 14 correct?” Gitta asked as she lazily perused Lola’s figure from head to toe and back again.

Chills ran down her spine, Lola didn’t even want to know how she knew her size. The way Gitta was leering at her, made Lola definitely not want to know. “Yeah, 14.”

Gitta left the room and returned faster than Lola thought possible. In her hand, she held a red satin hanger that held what Lola assumed to be a joke.

“Exactly what am I supposed to do with that?” She said as she eyed the gauze like material that hung from the satin. The size of the white material could not be larger than a placemat.

“Ms. Nash, you wear it. I promise it has plenty of give to cover your voluptuous physique.” Gitta purred once again, roaming her dark gaze over Lola’s body.

You have got to be kidding!
“Looks more like thick floss.” That thing wouldn’t cover her boobs let alone her entire body. Lola fingered the material noticing it had a spandex consistency.

Gitta asked for her shoe size, telling her that her uniform and accessories would be awaiting her arrival in eight days. Nodding, Lola was happy to get up and finally get out of the place, needing time to process the past hour. Gitta walked Lola back out to the entrance and gave her a curt goodbye. She watched as Lola climbed into her jeep and pulled out of the parking lot. Gitta walked back to her office and pulled up the security surveillance footage she was looking for and paused the image. Lola looked beautiful and alluring. Her bottom lip was plump as if she had been aggressively kissed. With that image on the screen, Gitta leaned back in her chair, slid her hand down under her skirt and relieved herself of her need to climax, all the while looking at Lola Nash’s face on the screen.

The night had arrived for Lola to go back to Gitta. As she drove, she thought about Boyd and their argument. She felt horrible as these arguments were becoming more frequent and heated. He really didn’t understand why she had to work so much.

“Why do you have to leave?” Bawling up his fists and jetting out his chin.

“I have to go to work, I told you. But I’ll be here when you wake up in the morning.”

“All you do is work. You promised we would go to the movies. You promised! I hate you!”

“Boyd, you don’t mean that. You know how it upsets me when you say such things. I work so you and I can have the things we do.”

She watched as he crumbled to the floor and cried. The sight was quite common when Boyd got upset, but did not lessen the angst it made Lola feel. She observed as Boyd fixated on his shoelaces as he always did when he was having a crying fit. He would pull and pull on the loops until either his hands hurt from the exertion or he ripped the laces. Lola lost count of how many pairs of shoelaces he would go through in a year’s time. Lola walked over, squatted in front of Boyd and gently gripped his hands to stop them in the act. He yanked his hands away, folded his arms across his chest and let out a loud sigh.

“You know I would rather be here with you than out working, but the bills will not pay themselves, so I have to go to work.” Lola said quietly, wanting him to understand.

Boyd wiped under his large brown eyes with his thumbs. No matter how upset he got, Lola never lost her temper with him. He was anxious when she had to leave him, but it especially increased when she left at night.

As Boyd remained quiet, changing positions, Lola sat down next to Boyd. She entwined their hands together like she always did and Boyd squeezed her fingers twice, symbolizing their private sign.

“I’m sorry I got mad at you and said those bad things Lola.”

“I know kiddo. I promise we will go to the movies tomorrow. We can even see that movie with the guy that gets sucked into a video game and has to play his way out.” Lola said smiling knowing that was the movie he had wanted to see since he first saw the preview, weeks ago.

“Really? And can I get my own popcorn? With extra butter?”

Focusing her attention back on the road, Lola laughed as she thought how Boyd could bounce from emotion and topic so quickly. Lola knew he was more upset about where he wasn’t going tonight rather than where Lola went. She was firm in her decision regarding that subject and she refused to second-guess herself now. As she pulled into the parking lot, she gave herself the same pep talk she had been working on all week.

Six hours, piece of cake. You got this Lola. You don’t need to agree with or watch whatever these kinky fuckers do. All you have to do is serve drinks. No harm, no foul, six hours and you can take your money and walk away.

Lola could not put her finger on it, but the building looked different at night. There were dozens of cars in the lot now. She parked as close to the door as she could, gave herself a final reminder of the money she would have in hand in just a few hours, got out and walked toward the door. She was just about to reach out to press the red button, when the door swung open and a massive man stepped out. His menacing look and overwhelming size seemed out of place in the black suit he wore.

“Name?” He barked in a deep raspy voice.

“Lola. Gitta hired me.” Lola said with more clarity than she felt, willing herself to look the man in the eye.

Suddenly, his face changed from menacing to cordial. “May I see your ID?” She fumbled around in her bag, pulled it out and showed him. When he confirmed her identity, he smiled and said, “Sorry about the intimidation, but Gitta pays me for it. I’m Jaxon, but everyone calls me Jax.” His chocolate colored skin and matching eyes were finally accentuated with a white toothy genuine smile.

“Nice to meet you, Jax.” She responded as his large hand engulfed her smaller one. Not knowing what else to say, she stood looking at him nervously.

“I’m one of five security specialists. Our jobs are to maintain the privacy that occurs within these walls, as well as the safety of the members and staff.” When Lola just nodded her head, he continued, “So just think of me as your bodyguard. When you are here, you have nothing to worry about. My team and I miss nothing.”

Knowing that his statement was meant to put her at ease, it surprised Lola that it actually did. She felt herself take her first real breath since she left Boyd.
You can do this Lola. Six hours and $800 richer.
Jax offered to show her the way to the female staff’s dressing room.

“Lola, you’ll be fine. It really isn’t as bad as you’ve imagined it. I’ve been with them for seven years and I would never work somewhere that bothered me as a human being. Just do your job you’ve been hired to do. Remember that whatever you see, people choose to be here and to participate; freely.” Jax gave her shoulder a squeeze before he winked and whistled as he made his way back to the entrance.

Lola watched his retreating back, covered in black material pulled tight across his shoulders, walk beneath the overhead lighting. His custom fitted suit covered his wide shoulders and broad back effortlessly. His short dark hair shined from the reflection of the lighting. To her surprise, he stopped just before rounding the corner, looking back toward her. He made a motion with his large hand for her to scurry along into the dressing room. Lola smiled and headed in.

She walked into the somewhat spacious area that housed two white leather couches facing one another with a glass coffee table between them. The large basket that sat on the coffee table contained different body sprays, lotions, and cosmetics. As Lola stood taking in the surroundings, two women entered from another room on the left. Each wore a white slip of satin and white stiletto heels.

“Hi, are you Lola?” Asked a beautiful woman with blonde hair that flowed down around her, practically covering more than her outfit did. Her big blue eyes were enhanced with metallic silver false lashes and her lips were painted a pale pink.

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do.” Lola said as she once again looked around for any sort of clue as to what she was to do.

“We can help. Your changing station is right over here.” Lola followed the seemingly nice blonde-haired woman and her scowl faced friend, into the room they just exited. She was led to a four foot by four foot cubicle. To the left was a dry erase board which had her name on it. Lola looked at the same red satin hanger with the entirely too small uniform on it and huffed out a breath, which caused her bangs to flutter upward.

Perky Blondie asked if she needed anything else. When Lola responded no, both women left Lola to change.

Ok, here goes nothing.

Lola stripped down and put her uniform on. The lightweight material did in fact stretch to cover more than she thought it would. If Lola had to compare it to anything, she would have to say it was like one of those tube tops her mom used to wear when Lola was young. The strapless design hugged her breasts, clinging to her torso as a second skin and ending indecently high on her thighs. The thin material eliminated her option of wearing a bra; however, Lola refused to remove her panties. Grateful she had chosen one of her skimpy thongs, helped her to feel somewhat covered. She slipped her feet into the white stilettos that were in her cubicle and looked at her reflection in the mirror, inwardly groaning. Knowing what the other two women looked like, Lola dug through her bag, pulling out her own cosmetics. She added her usual heavy black liner to her eyes, giving her a cat eye effect. She opted for a nude lip color. She pulled her long inky black hair to the side, draping it over her shoulder. She put everything back in her bag, tucked it into the wicker basket inside her cubicle and made her way out to the hallway, where she heard multiple female voices.

When she entered the area, she noticed a handful of women, wearing either the same as her, or what Blondie was wearing when she showed Lola in. Ahead of the group was another woman who was quite tall even without her six-inch patent leather thigh high white boots. Her stark white miniscule skirt and bra coordinated so well with her sailor style-matching hat, against her dark skin. The whole ensemble would have been noticeable by itself, but her long bright purple hair added just the right amount of balance.