Claimed by the Lawyer: An Age Gap Romance

By Isla Chiu

"Not a fan of strip clubs?" I ask him. 

 

"No," he says. 

 

I wonder if he's one of those people who think strip clubs are immoral or if he's a married man whose conscience is bothered by his current surroundings. For some reason, I feel relief when I check his hands and see no rings on any of his fingers.

 

"If you're not a fan, why didn't you leave with your client?" I ask.

 

"I don't like the idea of you sitting on another man's lap."

 

My eyes pop out of their sockets. I was not expecting that answer.

 

WORD COUNT: 5,400

 

A sexy short story about a young woman and a handsome lawyer!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Isla Chiu
• Release date: Jan 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215737293

Isla Chiu

When I manage to tear myself away from taking Buzzfeed quizzes and watching unhealthy amounts of TV, I write romance and smut. My works feature alpha males, sexy times, and/or my sarcastic sense of humor. I hail from Cleveland, aka the best freaking city in the world, and believe LeBron James is the perfect human being. Despite all of my efforts, I have never truly been able to quit caffeine. My favorites include Taylor Swift, Florence + the Machine, and SHINee. I love to hate/hate to love k-dramas. If I say I’m on a diet, I’m just lying to you and myself. One of these days, I'm going to get hypertension from an excess of salt, both literal and figurative. If I'm awkward around you, I probably don't know what to say to you and/or I think you're hot. And despite what anyone says, Forrest Gump so deserved that Oscar over Pulp Fiction.

Book preview

Claimed by the Lawyer

EVERY INCH OF MY SKIN turns red as I stand in my rhinestone-covered bra and panties. I loathe showing off too much skin.

Which is rather inconvenient, considering I just started a new job as a stripper.

New girl, you look like you want to hide under a pile of parkas, Honor, the manager of the club, says.

I kind of do want to hide under a pile of parkas, I say.

Do you have body image issues? Honey, you are one sexy thing. Just look at your titties. Bouncy D-cups and they were given by God and not Dr. Plastic.

Um, thanks, I say, wanting to bury my God-given titties in parkas.

New girl, remember this, Honor says, her blue eyes staring straight into my brown ones. These customers are free to look, but they can’t touch you without your permission. If they do, you tell Big Tim, and he’ll give them an ass-whooping they’ll remember on their deathbeds.

Big Tim is the strip club’s bouncer, and despite his nickname, Big Tim is more like Medium Tim, if not Small-ish Tim.

When she sees the skeptical look on my face, Honor says, Okay, I know Big Tim doesn’t look like an ass-kicker, but he’s got black belts in several disciplines and made men triple his size run away like little bitches.

Carmen, a fellow exotic dancer, adds, He put the fear of God in my piece of shit ex-boyfriend.

Honor nods. And Carmen’s ex is a real big piece of shit. He used to be a boxer. She pats my cheek. You're going to do great, sweetie.

I relax, albeit ever so