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  Letting Him In

  Izzy Sweet

  Contents

  Copyright

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Epilogue

  Also by Izzy Sweet

  About the Author

  Banging Reaper

  Copyright © 2016 by Izzy Sweet

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Published by Izzy Sweet

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  All rights reserved.

  Cover by Aria https://resplendentmedia.com

  Chapter One

  “Are you okay, Whitney?” My friend, Brianna, asks as I stare hard at myself in the vanity mirror. “You’re looking a little green.”

  I’m feeling a little green as I regard my reflection. I look like a total slut.

  “I don’t think I can do this,” I choke out and close my eyes.

  Maybe if I open them back up the reflection will change?

  I open my eyes again slowly, hoping that somehow, miraculously, it was just a bad dream. Or just bad lighting. But nope, the reflection is still the same.

  What the fuck am I doing? I wonder as take in my getup.

  Well, these aren’t actually my clothes, they’re on loan for the night from Brianna, but still… ugh. I’m not even sure this little plaid skirt or white top even legally qualify as clothing. I feel like if I were to step outside and try to walk down the street, I would be arrested for indecent exposure.

  “It’s too late to back out now,” Brianna lowers her voice to a hiss and casts a worried glance over her shoulder. The other girls filling up this dressing room though aren’t paying us any attention. Their voices are just a buzz of background noise as they dress and talk among themselves. “Ray will have my ass if you bail.”

  My chin drops in defeat and I stare down at the counter. Yes, I know it’s too late, and I can’t get out of this without screwing over my friend—who is just trying to do me a favor. If I don’t do this after she vouched for me, she might lose her job. She has a baby to take care of, and the father isn’t around to help her, so she can’t afford for me to chicken out. And I need the money, I really do. I have two ravenous teenage brothers to feed, and an empty refrigerator. It’s either sell my pride for the night and walk away a couple of hundred dollars richer, or go begging on the corner.

  This actually feels like the safer of the two choices.

  “I know, Bri,” I say softly. “I just need a minute to get myself together. This is my first time. I’ve never done something like this, you know?”

  I feel Brianna’s hand land on my shoulder, giving me a comforting squeeze. “Oh, I know, I was…”

  Out of nowhere, a loud, feminine voice booms out mockingly, “Oh, is the poor little new girl getting cold feet?”

  Brianna spins around, eyes flashing with the promise of violence. “Keep your fucking voice down, Naomi, or I’ll shut your mouth for you.”

  I twist around to see another girl breaking from the group across the room and approaching us. She’s dressed in short booty shorts with a neon green thong sticking out and a matching neon green bikini top. She’s somehow balancing on top of the highest pair of black platform heels I’ve ever seen.

  “Is that a promise?” Naomi smirks at Brianna as she struts confidently towards us. She sways her hips so sharply it looks almost painful, and completely unnatural.

  “Bitch, please,” Brianna rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “I don’t swing that way and you know it.”

  Naomi laughs as she joins us at our mirror.

  “And if I did,” Brianna continues, her lips curving. “It wouldn’t be with a skank like you.”

  Naomi cocks her hip and lets out a sigh, looking Brianna up and down with exaggerated longing. “A girl can always dream.”

  They both erupt into more laughter as I just stand here, not quite sure if they’re joking or not.

  Naomi’s laughter quiets first. Her dark brown eyes narrow at me critically and then she asks, “You feelin’ the nerves?”

  Brianna’s laughter cuts off suddenly and she shakes her head. “Naomi, no.”

  Naomi’s eyes flick towards Brianna but she addresses me again, ignoring her. “It’s perfectly normal. We all feel it. I can give you something to feel better…”

  “Thanks, but I don’t do drugs,” I frown.

  That is one road I definitely do not want to go down. Even if I’m starving, dying of thirst, or living on the streets. My mother has succumbed to addiction, and that’s how I’ve ended up here in the first place. If she was clean and sober maybe she’d have her shit together, and I wouldn’t have had to fill her shoes and raise my brothers for the past ten years.

  Naomi’s smirk is as sharp as her sway. “I bet until tonight you didn’t strip naked for guys either.”

  She’s got a point, and I can’t help but feel a chill in my bones as I realize just how far I’ve pushed my own moral boundaries.

  I’m just taking off my clothes for money, it’s not like I’m actually going to have sex with any of them, I keep trying to convince myself. What’s the big deal?

  But it is a big deal. It’s a huge deal to me. Not only have I never done anything like this before, something so… daring and revealing. I can count on two fingers—two—how many guys have ever seen me naked, and that was in the dark.

  Naomi rolls her eyes at me, dismissing me, and turns her attention back to Brianna. “How about you, girl? You need something?”

  I gasp when Brianna shrugs her shoulders and holds out her hand. “Sure.”

  “Bri.” I frown as Naomi withdraws a little baggy from behind the neon bikini top covering her right breast.

  Yuck. Seriously?

  Naomi shakes a couple of blue pills into her palm and Bri plucks one up.

  “It’s just a little Valium,” Brianna says then pops the pill into her mouth. She picks up her bottle of water off of the counter and chases it down. Sighing at my scowl, she goes on to explain. “It helps me relax. It’s not a big deal. If it wasn’t your first night, I’d suggest you give it a try.”

  I shake my head in displeasure. Bri doing drugs has just made my bad night even worse. I can’t even explain how much it upsets me and pisses me off. I want to grab her and give her a hard shake while asking her: What the fuck are you doing? She’s a mother now, she needs to look after her son. She’s witnessed firsthand what happened to my mother, what’s still happening to her. I thought she was better than that.

  “Your friend is going to need to pull that stick out of her ass if you don’t want Ray to come down on you.” Naomi snickers and pops her own pill into her mouth. She holds her hand out to Brianna, and I’m even more disgusted as Brianna shares her water with her.

  What the hell am I doing here? Is it really too late to back out?

  “Five minutes, ladies!” A male voice calls out from the door, and then he snickers more quietly. “Ladies, my ass.”

  Brianna regards me worriedly; she can probably tell just from
looking at me that I’m about ready to bail. “She’s right, Whitney. You need to relax. There’s a whole football team out there…You sure you don’t want a Valium?

  I shake my head and cross my arms over my chest.

  Naomi tips her head back, slapping her thighs and laughing. “Oh, Ray is going to have your ass now. And you know he’s just been waiting for a reason.”

  “Whitney,” Brianna huffs and her eyes meet mine. We stand there having a stare down.

  Naomi keeps chuckling, looking between us. “How about a drink, huh? A shot will loosen your tight ass up.”

  I swing my stare towards Naomi and narrow my eyes further.

  “Don’t tell me you don’t drink neither,” she scowls.

  “Do it, Whitney. Please,” Bri pleads with me.

  Fuck. I wish I never asked for this favor.

  “Fine,” I huff and nod at Naomi. “I could use a shot.” Then I swing my gaze back to Brianna. “But you and I are going to talk later.”

  Brianna slumps with relief, and Naomi says, “I’ll be right back.”

  As Naomi struts away, Bri grabs my arm and pulls me close. She whispers, “Thank you,” softly.

  I nod sharply, this isn’t over, not by a long shot. But later is later.

  She smiles and starts fussing with my hair. It’s hard not to stare at my reflection as she parts my dark hair and then pulls it up into girlish pigtails. I used to wear pigtails, back when we met in grade school. My mom used to tie them up with brightly colored elastics with pompoms on them.

  I mentally shake off that memory as soon as I hear Naomi clicking up behind me, and stiffen my spine. Naomi grins at me in the mirror, looking over my shoulder.

  “Here you go.” She pushes a silver flask into my hand.

  “What is it?” I ask.

  She rolls her eyes. “Who the fuck cares? It’s alcohol and it will get you drunk. Fuck, you’re a snob.”

  Brianna gives me a sympathetic look and silently mouths, You kinda are a snob.

  Gah. I resist the urge to pinch my nose because that would only reinforce my image as a snobby bitch, and bring the flask to my lips.

  Tipping my head back, I take a large swig. It burns viciously all the way down. I start involuntarily coughing and my eyes sting with tears.

  Naomi erupts into peals of obnoxious laughter. It takes all the self-control I have left to keep myself from throwing the flask at her.

  “Here, drink this.” The flask disappears and Brianna pushes her water bottle into my hand.

  I gratefully gulp down the rest of the bottle.

  “It’s show time, ladies!” A male voice announces.

  “You heard him,” Naomi grins at us. Her grin is so damn big, so wicked, for a moment she looks like the Cheshire Cat.

  “Just stick close to me,” Brianna tells me and winks as we head for the door. “I’ve got your back.”

  I don’t know why, perhaps it’s because of what just went down, but I don’t quite believe her.

  Chapter Two

  I feel the buzz of the liquor pounding through my veins in tune with the loud, booming bass coming from the front of the club. As we step out of the dressing room and immediately into a dimly lit hallway, I sway on top of my heels. The sudden change in lighting has left me feeling extremely disoriented.

  A hand grabs me by the elbow, steadying me, and Bri whispers harshly into my ear. “Hey, keep it together. If Ray thinks you’re fucked up, we’re fucked.”

  I nod my head and bite back my excuse. I’m not fucked up, just extremely out of my element, and the buzz of the liquor isn’t helping.

  One by one, the other dancers disappear through a billowing red curtain, received by an eruption of whooping and male cheers. From what Brianna explained to me earlier—before I even agreed to do this—the club is rented out tonight for a private bachelor party. But it’s not any bachelor party. No, this bachelor just happens to be the famous star quarterback of our local pro football team, the Grizzlies, and he’s invited all of his famous friends to celebrate with him.

  Out of the corner of my eye I catch the glint of light reflecting off of gold. Standing in the shadows with his arms crossed in front of his chest, Ray, the owner of the club, inspects us, silent and imposing. His narrowed eyes sweep shrewdly over each girl as she passes him.

  I feel his eyes following me, burning into me, and can’t help but shiver.

  So far, he’s let each girl pass him unmolested.

  That is until his gaze settles on Bri and me.

  “Brianna,” he says with a jerk of his chin, his voice surprisingly soft and husky for such a big guy. He immediately reminds me of the Godfather.

  By the elbow Brianna leads me over to him.

  Though he spoke to Bri, Ray’s sharp eyes never leave me, tracking me as I try my best not to trip. He may be the owner of a trashy strip club called “The Rump Room” but you’d never tell it just by looking at him. Ray dresses like he’s a wealthy gentleman. He wears a dark suit that’s perfectly tailored to his tall, muscled form—and no doubt the suit is designer, made by Gucci, or Armani, or some other brand I’ll never be able to afford. His black hair is neatly trimmed and slicked back, and as we draw closer, he smells of sandalwood. It’s the gold of his enormous watch encircling his wrist, I realize, that first caught my attention. It’s the only adornment he wears, expensive and flashy but performs a function.

  “Hi, Ray,” Bri smiles at him brightly, and the corners of his lips twitch. For a moment Ray looks pleased.

  The moment quickly passes though as he asks, “Did you explain the rules to your friend?”

  I don’t know whether to be insulted or relieved that he didn’t address me by my name.

  “Yeah, she’s good.”

  “We good?” Ray asks me directly and I have a hard time looking at him as I nod my head.

  The combination of liquor and this entire situation is really messing me up. How did I even end up here? Do I really need the money that bad? Fuck, if only my mom hadn’t found where I keep the money for rent, I wouldn’t be in this position.

  “She fucks up, you fuck up.”

  Brianna’s smile tightens and she quickly nods her head while her fingers tighten around me in her own kind of warning.

  “Keep her off the stage. She hasn’t auditioned yet.” Ray grins now, but it’s not a happy grin, it’s predatory. Hungry. I half expect him to lick his lips.

  Brianna nods again and I just stand there, feeling helpless and a little stupid for doing this. I was perfectly content in my life, existing without Ray being aware of me. Now I feel like I really fucked up in some way because he knows I exist.

  “Get your pretty ass out there and make me some money.” His hand darts out and he slaps Brianna on the ass playfully, breaking the tension.

  By the elbow, Brianna giggles and leads me away.

  “I’m watching you, Whitney,” Ray says as the red curtain leading to the main floor envelopes me.

  Fuck, I was really hoping he forgot my name.

  * * *

  The front of the club is packed with bodies, and somehow manages to feel both dark and brightly lit at the same time. The stage dominating the center is lit up by bright white spotlights and colorful lights, illuminating the women as they sensually dance and strip the clothing from their bodies. The tables and chairs filling up the rest of the space however have been left to be swallowed up by the shadows, the darkness providing a small amount of privacy.

  Now that we’re away from Ray, my shoulders relax and I can’t help but sigh with relief.

  Brianna finally releases my elbow and steps in front of me. “Smile and follow my lead.”

  She leads me around the outer perimeter, strutting through the darkness as we survey the room, looking for guys who aren’t already entertained by the other girls. It looks like we’re a bit late to the party and most of the guys have already been snapped up.

  “Shit,” I hear Brianna curse under her breath, and I can’t help but f
eel just the tiniest bit relieved about the situation.

  It’s completely self-sabotaging, but I kind of hope it stays like this all night. That way I can say I tried, I did, but it just didn’t work out. The universe must not want me to be a stripper, and I’m good with that.

  Brianna leads me over to the bar, but all the guys there are engaged as well. Looks like too many girls were hired for this party.

  Boo for us.

  I feel myself starting to relax, and figure if I’m here after going through all of this trouble, I might as well try to enjoy myself. I feel a kind of warm calm rolling through me. As if all my muscles have loosened up and that pit of anxiety that I’m always carrying around in my chest is easing. For once, I don’t feel worried about putting food on the table for my brothers or trying to come up with the money to keep a roof over our heads until they can ship off to college on their football scholarships.

  I feel myself beginning to sway in beat with the pounding music while becoming entranced by the dazzling lights. Everything is good until someone grabs me by the arm and yanks me into them.

  “Hey beautiful,” a slurred voice slides against my ear.

  I’d pull my arm back but it doesn’t seem important enough to expend energy on. Instead I tip my head back and smile at whoever is holding on to me.

  “Hi,” I say, and Brianna giggles.

  “Where have you been hiding all night?,” the guy holding me asks and spins me around so he can roam his glazed eyes all over me. He drops my arm and takes a step back, looking me up and down. “Damn. Love me the school girl look.”

  I feel my face flushing with heat. The guy ogling me is tall, built with wide shoulders, thick arms, and a trim waist. He’s also dark-haired and mouthwatering handsome. Hell, I noticed as we walked the club that most of the guys are. They’re all celebrities and football players, the crème de la crème of the male crop.

  Brianna joins my side just as another guy approaches. “Benton, whatcha up to?” the newcomer asks, throwing his arm around Benton’s shoulder like they’re good friends.