The Devil's Work

By Lillith Mykals Kennedy

Rhea works at an exclusive fantasy club. The club caters to the unusual. She won't have sex with you but will fulfill your deepest desires. She wants out. A sexy client gives her the opportunity to leave this perverted world behind.

Damien introduces Rhea to a world of sexual desires as she has never seen. Vampires with human pets, contracted hareems and dark desires. 
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lillith Mykals Kennedy
• Release date: Oct 4, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201118914

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Chapter 1

Rhea POV

I am not sure how much more I can take of Randall, I tell Tyler.

You got this girl, he says as he goes through tonight's list of perverts.

Randall has always been a complete Pervert to me. He makes my skin crawl. I need this job, or I would have left a long time ago. It looks like telling him. No would work. If he touches me again, I am going to lose my mind.

Easy for you to say. He is not all over you all the time, I say. Why can he not just listen to me and let me vent? I love Tyler to pieces. He has been my friend since I came to Crystal River. He has no idea what it is like to be a woman working with Randall. Tyler is supportive, and he makes a mean margarita.  I do not know where I would be without him in the city.

It looks like you got a pretty easy night. You have three clients, and it's nothing that serious, Tyler says as he flips through the list.

I keep doing my hair as he goes through the list.  I curl it every night in big curls. For some reason, the men here really like it. As long as they do not touch my hair, I will keep fixing it big and curly. Why they want these big curls is beyond me. It is not like I am going to let them touch my hair. That is a big NO-NO!

Hey, that guy is on your list again. The one that brings the champagne and food. He is kind of creepy, Tyler says. Tyler loves to tease me about my clients.

He is creepy. But he is very nice. He wants to talk. He brings me some different strange food every time he comes. His name is Damien Alexander. Last time he left me a huge tip and his cell number. I never called him. I am not trying to end up dead, I say to Tyler.

I have to admit I have thought about calling him. I wonder what he is like outside the club. That is also a big NO-NO. We are not supposed to engage with clients outside of the club.

Tyler smiles that big smile of his at me.

Maybe I should be working fantasies instead of the talent. Then I could make the big bucks like you. Maybe land me a big fish, Tyler says.

Yes, you should. This is easy. You just dress up and play along. If it gets too creepy... well, you hit the panic button. But then who would make sure I got the best clients. I need you working my client list, I say.

Hey, this weird, Tyler says. Tyler scans his tablet, looking at the list and looking at me.

Tyler, you look stressed; what is it? Would you please not tell me the other two are weirdos, I say?

No. Mr. Alexander booked you for three blocks instead of one. It looks like he wants you for the night. OOH, LAA LAA, Tyler says.

What the hell? I inquire.

Looks like he is trying to request you for the full night, and when it was rejected, he bought three blocks of time, Tyler says.

Approve the night if you can. This will be an easy night if all I have to do is listen to him and eat whatever amazing food he brings, I say.

Are you sure? Tyler asks.

Yes. Please do it! Before some weirdo books me, I tell him.

I pull the ringlets out of my hair and spray my hair with strong-hold hair spray. I fluff it a little. If Mr. Alexander is coming, I need smoky eyes and big eyelashes. Tyler is watching me apply my makeup with much interest. I wish he would just ask. I would help him with his. In time I am sure he will.

I need something scorching to wear for Mr. Alexander tonight. I go through my closet, looking for something he has not seen before. The long black a line with the slit up to my thigh is perfect, white bra with a white button-up top.

I hold up the outfit I have chosen and show Tyler. What do you think? I ask.

Tyler smiles. I think you are about to land the big fish, he says.

You are an idiot, Tyler. Now sit down and let me throw some lashes on you before you head back out. I know you want to, I tease him.

Tyler sits down in my chair. I carefully place a few individual lashes on him.

I am not gay. You know that Rhea, Tyler says.

I never said you were Tyler. There is nothing wrong with wanting to be pretty, I encourage him. He will come out when he is ready.

Tyler's tablet started dinging. He glances down at it. Woah, Mr. Creepy booked you for the night. Look, if he gets weird, just let me know, and I will get one of the big guys to toss him out, he says.

I know you got me, Ty, I respond.

I kiss him on the forehead. I got to get dressed. As I dress, I watch Tyler admire his lashes. I love him, my best friend. I slip into my white bra, then the button-down, and finally the skin-tight a-line skirt.

Tyler, before you go, can you slip my heels on me, I ask.

He looks at my dress. I think you should wear those over the calf, black boots. Ooh la la, he says.

Either way, I need help. You know how clumsy I am. I cannot get them on by myself. So you are up. Get to handling the talent, I say with a laugh.

Tyler grabs my boots out of the wardrobe and walks over to where I am sitting.

You owe me big. I expect a tip for this, he says.

I will buy you breakfast in the morning with the big tip I am about to get, I say.

Deal, I want pancakes from the place across the street. OOO, and blueberries. Maybe some eggs and cheese, he says.

Tyler, Why do you think he wants me for the night? I am not going to sleep with him. Could he want just to talk that long, I ask?

Maybe he is in love, Maybe he is bored, Maybe he is going to kidnap you, he says with a huge cackle.

Get serious, idiot. I bet he thinks he can get more than we offer, which is not happening. No way in hell I am sleeping with a client. I hate this job, but I do follow the rules, I say sternly.

Hey. There is no one more professional than you in this fantasy club. That I know, I know you would never cross that line. If anything goes wrong, just hit your button. If you are nervous, I will cancel him. I am pretty sure he is harmless, Tyler says.

You are right. I am the one that said do it. It will be an easy night with an easy client. Right, Ty? I say.

Yep. Now get your sexy ass up and get to your fantasy room. He will be here soon, Tyler says. He kisses me on the cheek and leaves the room. He is right. I need to get my ass in gear and get my fantasy room ready for Mr. Alexander.

Chapter 2

Rhea POV

Why does the man always ask for fantasy room six? It is the strangest room. I look around the room. Everything in here is black and red. It is the most gothic room we have. At least I do not have a lot to set up. It is already set up to Damiens expectations. He seems to like the dark colors. I find it creepy. One of the girls described this room as gothic romance. No. This is not romantic. Creepy for sure, but not romantic. I feel like I am in a Romanian castle waiting to be taken by count Dracula or something. Maybe that is it. He is count Dracula coming to sweep me away into a whirlwind night of romance. That is a disturbing thought.

I need to check the tablet to see what his request are.

I pick the tablet up off the table. I power it on. Why don’t I ever get a charged tablet? I think Randall does this on purpose. I grab a charger out of the drawer and plug it in. I wait for a moment for it to power on so I can use it. Finally, I scroll down and select my name from the talent list, click on appointments.

* Damien Alexander

* Rhea Orb

* one night up to 12 hours

* Damien requests Rhea for the night up to 12 hours with the option to purchase another night if Rhea is willing. Damien requests Rhea in Fantasy Room Six. Damien requests candlelight and a table set up for a meal. Damien will bring food, drinks, and glasses. Damien requests only good conversation and an open mind. Please be waiting at the door when I arrive at 6 pm.

I scan the room. Tyler set up everything for me. I check the time. It is 555. I have five minutes. I check the table. Tyler put a long black and red silk table cloth on the table. He is really good. I need him to decorate my apartment as long as he doesn’t decorate it in this gothic romance rival garbage.  I light the candles on the table. I grab a few more and place them around the room and light the candles. This place looks like a fire hazard. I better keep my hair far away from the candles. I do not need to go up in smoke.

There is a knock at the door. I rush to the door. My boot catches in the rug, and I land flat on my face. Damien walks into the room and finds me not standing at the door but trying to peel myself off the floor. Why on earth was I born this clumsy? This is so embarrassing.

Oh my! Are you okay? he asks.

I most certainly am tall, dark, and sexy, I think to myself. Please do not say that out loud. I can not even answer him. I forgot how devilishly good-looking he is.

I tripped trying to get to the door. The boots got caught on the rug, I say.

He helps me up. Why don't you sit down. My men are bringing in our food and drinks, he ushers me to the table, let me see your boots, he says.

Damien unzips my boot and removes the first one. He runs his hand up my leg to the zipper of the second one and unzips it, and removes it.

Your legs are far too beautiful to be covered up by these boots, he says as he tosses the boots behind him.

Well, that fall was worth him taking my boots off and touching my legs. He is so devilishly handsome. Why do I have to be the good girl? I know some of the girls so further with their client list. I would definitely give him a shot at my prize.

He sits there for a minute, admiring my legs. I am so sorry, Damien. I was just trying to look beautiful for you tonight. I thought the boot would be a nice touch, and well, I honestly thought they were sexy, I say to him. He is still kneeled down in front of me.  

They are sexy, but your legs are sexier, he says.

His men put the food on the table and pour two glasses of wine for Damien and me. He brought a big spread. Tyler is going to have a blast with all the leftovers. Damien never eats. I try everything he brings. The food is divine, but it is always way more than I can eat.

I hope you like a good red. If you do not, I brought champagne and a glass of white wine also, he says

Red is good; thank you, Damien, I say to him with a smile.

Damien finally gets up and orders his men out. The food smells fantastic. I cant wait to see what he brought this time. I never eat this good. My taste buds always love his visits.

I brought normal food this time, he says with a laugh.

That is not like you, Damien. You always bring something new and exotic. Are you mad at me or something? You always treat me to something new to try, I say.

Well, I was not sure if I would have a lot of time with you tonight, and I have things I wish to discuss with you. I made the meal simple. I wanted to spend the bulk of my time talking with you about something very important, he says.

He uncovers the food and begins to make a plate for me. Having a client serve me is always a welcomed difference. It is usually me serving them. Not with Damien, though. Damien treats me like a queen. The handsome Damien is serving Queen Rhea.

I brought you steak, chicken, oysters,  shrimp, and steamed vegetables.  I hope you will enjoy it. One great thing about being this close to the water is all the great fresh seafood I can buy. There is no one I would rather share it with, Damien says.

He sits the plate down in front of me. I wait for him to make him a plate and sit down. He sits right next to me. I do not expect you to eat all of that, but please try a little bit of all of it. My chef made you a cheesecake. I remembered you telling me how much you love cheesecake, he says.

Thank you. You are always so kind to me, Damien. You always bring so much for little ole me. You know I can never eat all of this. I know you make you a plate, but you never eat. You just watch me eat, I say.

I cut into the steak and chicken and sample it. This is amazing. I hope he does not think I am going to sleep with him. That is a hard NO. Not going to happen, sir. This is a fantasy room, not a prostitution house. However, if I ever do see him away from here, it could happen. It will take more than food. That smile. That is what will get me in your bed, sir.

How is it? he asks.

Fabulous. I cannot thank you enough for all of this amazing food. Can I ask why you wanted me for the night? You said you wanted to talk. I hope everything is okay, I say.

Let us eat, and then we will discuss everything, my dear. I want your full attention when we discuss business, he says.

Yep, he thinks I am going to sleep with him. This night is going to be a dilemma for me. How will I say no to him? I have to follow the rules.

I would never try to take advantage of you, Rhea. So please do not think that is what this is about. I have a proposal for you that would benefit us both greatly, he says.

A proposal? I inquire. 

Yes. A proposal. Eat up, my precious, and we will discuss everything, he says with a smile.

Chapter 3

Rhea POV

I finish eating and begin to pour myself another glass of wine. I am so full. I should not have eaten as much as I did. I just could not help myself. The oysters were absolutely amazing.

Let me, He says.  He reaches for the bottle and pours the wine for me. There is no need to be nervous. I wish you would be just a relaxed, sweet girl. I am not going to ask you to sleep with me if that is what you are thinking, he says.

I am sorry. I do not mean to be. I am just more anxious to see what you are proposing. Of course, I never thought you would ask me to break the rules. I would lose my job if I did that. I hate this place, but you know I follow the rules, I say.

Hell yes, I am nervous. I am a little freaked out and very nervous. What on earth could he be proposing. A secret meeting at a hotel, something freaky, something I can't think. My mind is just going crazy.

Damien POV

I wish she would relax. I know what she is thinking behind those beautiful brown eyes. If she only knew that I am about to make her life much simpler. I am about to make her an offer to secure her future. I only want to be with her. I knew she was the one and that she does not belong here since the moment I first walked into this place. She is the one. She is perfect.

I take her hand and lead her to the couch. She is so beautiful. Now that she is out of those ridiculous boots, I can see her amazing legs.

Please sit; I will get your wine, I say to this beauty. I retrieve her glass from the table. Wow, she ate every bite I fixed her. I knew her circumstance was terrible, but I wonder if she has enough to eat every day. If given a chance, I will make sure she eats well every day. I always bring extra for her to take home and share with her little friend. She has such a kind heart. I have seen the two of them leaving here loading half the food in his car.  She could be selfish and keep it all for herself, but no, she shares with her friend.

I wonder if she knows I am the one who paid off her mother's medical bills she got stuck with.  I paid half of her rent discreetly. I instructed the landlord to tell her he was reducing her rent for being a good tenant. She has so much on her plate. She is still paying for her sister's college and trying to get her own degree. This girl needs to be cut a break and I am about to give it to her. I only want to help her with no strings. I have to admit I would love to have more with her but I would never force.

Rhea, I want you to come work for me full time, I tell her. Why does she have this look of shock on her face? Has no one ever offered her a job before? She cannot want to be here in this hell hole.

In what capacity? I mean I am not a prostitute if that is what you are looking for. I am in college and trying to improve my life. I only do this because it allows me to be able to pay both my and my sister's college tuition. I know this place has a bad reputation, but it does pay my bills somewhat, she says.

I can help you with Sarah's and your tuition. I would give you plenty of time to go to school and time off to be at your apartment as long as you meet the needs I have. No, I am not asking you to sell me your body. It is a nice body but I am not looking to buy your body, I say.

Needs? She asks.

Yes needs. I want you to be my personal assistant. I am a real hard ass to work for. So think about it, I reply.

Okay. I will bite. What all does this entail? she asks.

She looks mortified. Maybe I went about this the wrong way. Maybe I should have eased into this situation.

I need someone to handle my affairs. You would be on call but again I would never interfere with your education. It is a very simple job. You would attend parties with me, business functions, you would be with me whenever business was to be attended to. You would have some travel involved. I have a business in France, Ireland, and England. The business end I would need help with is fairly simple. I need a contract negotiator. It would free me up if I did not have to handle that part anymore, I say.

I am planning to take a semester or two off. I need a break so I may could do this for the next year. What if I decided after a year I no longer wanted to work for you? Then what? she asks.

Simple. You work for me for the next year and I pay for your college. I will take care of all of your bills for the next year, but you have to live with me for the next year, I tell her.

Do you need an answer tonight? she asks.

She shifts in her seat. She is breathtaking. She is thinking about it. I can tell.

No, but I need one tomorrow night. I will book you for tomorrow and you can give me your answer then, I say to her.

You do not have to book me. I can take the night off and come to you. Would it not be easier to discuss this away from the club, she says.

Good. I can have her come to the house and she can see the house for herself. Maybe then she will realize that I am only trying to help her. She can see I am not a creep.

I will have my driver pick you up tomorrow at 6 pm. Will that be okay? I ask.

It is perfect. Since we have that out of the way, what are we going to do for the rest of the night, she asks.

We can sleep. You look tired. You still look beautiful but I can tell you are tired, I say.

She moves closer to me and lays her head on my chest. My favorite part of the night. She laying on me.  Her legs are curled up. I would love to touch them, rub her legs while she sleeps in my arms. I cannot do that she will bolt and probably call me a pervert. I do not want her to think badly of me.

Rhea POV

This is so much to think about. Working for one of my clients. He seems like a genuinely nice guy but he could be something terrible. Wait? How did he know where I live and How did he know about my sister and my tuition. He is a lawyer maybe he did a background check on me. Too much for tonight. I am going to lay here in his arms and sleep on him. He smells so good.  I could lay like this forever. I have so many questions for him and this proposal but for tonight I will lay here and just sleep.

Chapter 4

Rhea POV

I awake and Damien is gone. I can still smell him. He smells heavenly. He left a note on the table.

* I enjoyed our night. You looked beautiful. See you soon Damien*

I hold the note for a moment. I wonder if working for him would be a good idea. I wonder why he wants to help me. I wonder why me of all people. I am sure I am not even qualified to work for him. Why on earth would he want me? It would be great to get out of this hell hole. The only good thing about this place is Tyler. I hate Randall. I would love to get away from him.

Randall comes in, Hey that guy left you a tip. Tyler is adding it to your account. What did you do for that? Did you fuck him? he says with a smirk on his face.

Damn Randall. Are you jealous? Of course, you are. nobody here likes you not even the girls that kiss your ass.

We talked. I am just that good, I respond.

I can tell the wheels are turning. He is hoping I did something more. He wants to reprimand me or at least have something to blackmail me with. He probably just wants to hear about it. Some of the girls tell him about their clients. Not me. What goes on in the rooms is private and most certainly none of his business.

Well, I better not find evidence of anything else in this room. If I do you are fired, he yells at me. Randall starts going throw the trash and looking in the bathrooms. He is looking for condoms. He examines the couch. Eww How gross. Is he seriously looking for stains?

Seriously Randall. The guy is just lonely and likes to talk. Stop being a jerk. Are you jealous or something, I say.

He slings the door open. Times up. You need to leave so we can clean up this room. I need it for another client, he says.

I need to get my things. He paid for 12 hours. I have plenty of time to get my things together. So stop acting like a jerk. The room is mine for now, I say.

Tyler comes running to the room. Tyler loves some good drama. If I ever want to know what is going on in the club I ask him He knows everybody's business.

You guys okay. I heard shouting. I was afraid something was wrong with Rhea, Tyler asks.

Yes, love. Can you help me get my things? Randall here is tossing me out of the room. You know the room Damien paid for the night. He says he needs it, I say with the most sarcastic tone.

Actually. The room is still yours for another hour. So you can take your time. I do not think anyone else has booked it, Tyler says after checking his tablet.

I need it. I want her out of here. I am pretty sure this room with need a deep clean as soon as we find where all the sex happened. It is here I know I will find the evidence, Randall says.

I grab the wine bottles and my note. You know what Randall, Fuck you! I scream.

Randall is visibly shocked and Tyler cannot believe I stood up for myself. I don't normally let Randall get to me like this. But I am not going to be accused of having sex with a client. That is forbidden and it just pisses me off.

Randall grabs me. You are not going to talk to me that way bitch. You are done here, he screams at me.

Tyler steps in between us. Dude let her go. She is top-billed. Do you want to lose her? Do you have any idea how much money the club would lose if she quits? Tyler asks him.

Randall lets go of my arm. No. She needs to watch her mouth. She is the one acting like a bitch, he says.

Randall storms out of the room. I can hear him fussing down the hall as he tries to find someone to take out his frustrations on. He is such an asshole.

Hey Ty, Damien left a lot of wine and champagne.  I ate all the oysters but I left you some food. Help yourself, I tell him.

Tyler runs over to the table and grabs three bottles. I will take these, he says.

I look at the bottles. Good choices boo, How about that breakfast I promised you, I say.

Tyler kisses me on the cheek. Girl We are about to eat well. Wait until you see the tip he left. Are you going to tell me all about the night or will I have to pry it out of you, Tyler says?

He helps me grab my things and we head to my dressing room.

I have to decide if I am going to tell Tyler. Shit, I have to tell him something because I am not coming to work tonight. He can be my voice of reason.

Ty, I have to be off tonight, I say.

Tyler sits my things down, Why what's up? he asks.

I walk over to the small white sink in my dressing room. I start washing my makeup off my face. I have a business proposal I need to attend to, I say.

Tyler looks at me in that you are hiding something look. Really? Is it Mr.Sexy? You can tell me you know I can keep a secret, he says.

He keeps staring at me as I pull my hair up into a ponytail. I will tell you everything over breakfast. You have to keep it quiet until I decide what I am going to do, I say.

Tyler hands me a pair of leggings and a top. I dress quickly.

Did you? Tyler asks.

Did I what? I respond.

Did you sleep with him? he asks.

I stand in front of Tyler. I put my hands on both of his shoulders. Ty, Do you think I would sleep with him here? I ask.

Randall comes into my room without knocking. Hey, I need you here tonight early. You have several bookings, he says.

I am not on the books for tonight. I took off, I say.

I know you did but you have a request and you will honor it, he says. He walks out the door and slams it.

I look at Tyler and smile. Boo Boo I will not be here tonight. Fuck Randall and fuck those bookings, I say.

Tyler laughs, Fuck Randall. He will get over it. I will reroute the bookings and cover you. Do not worry about a thing, Ty says.

Thanks. Now let us go get you some pancakes, I say.

Rhea POV

At 530 pm a car is parked outside my apartment. That has to be one of Damien's guys. I dress sexy but conservative.  Big hair and smokey dark eyes. No boots. I do not want to fall on my face again. That was embarrassing enough once. Although when he removed my boots that was hot.

Damien seems to love dark colors. I wear my black skirt, a black silk blouse, and heels. I slip in a pair of black earrings and put on a black necklace. I pull my hair back in a cute ponytail. It is puffed up big with curls, just the way he likes it.  I look stunning if I do say so myself. Watch out Damien because here I come.

I look out the window and the driver is standing beside the car waiting patiently. I wonder why he got here so early. I am not going down until 6. I check my makeup to make sure it is perfect. I hope I am not wearing too much. Who am I kidding, I know Damien likes a lot of makeup. Why I do not know. He loves that gothic romance look.

Damien Damien. Why on earth do you want me to work for you? I will have my answers soon enough. Fuck it. I am going to go on down. I grab my cell and put it in my little black purse and head out the door. It is better to be early anyway.

As I approach the car a huge man calls to me, Rhea?