𝟎𝟓- 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒

CHAPTER FIVE

Boss.

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ARIA danced for the woman as she did for everyone else, teasingly and with the intent to arouse. Her set tonight was dark green with lace material. The straps were thin, the thong could only cover most of her front lower body, and the add on golden accessories brought together everything.

The redhead's hair was straightened and thrown over her shoulders, only a few pieces falling over her chest.

Tonight was a rather slow night at the club compared to the following Saturday.

It honestly bored Aria.

She had no distractions.

Only the constant vibration of loud music that she was made to dance along with, sexually that is.

"You're really pretty." the woman below Aria spoke up, her lip between her teeth as she stared up at the redhead with almost an adoring gaze.

It was the same blonde who had stuck a bill into her thin panty last weekend. Aria still remembers the flush of her cheeks as she moved with nervous anticipation.

Aria chuckled, "Is this your first time?"

The question sounded daunting, but it was nothing more than a fleeting thought that originated from a genuine and curious perspective.

The woman's cheeks grew a few shades brighter, causing Aria to giggle in her face.

That was all she needed to know to reveal her assumption that the blonde was indeed inexperienced— but she surely wasn't the first victim of lust. Aria had encountered plenty of 'virgins' and 'vanilla' women who strolled into the throbbing lights of the club, desperately hoping to leave just as satisfied.

"Cute."

She rose up from the blonde's body in order to switch her initial position. Before she could settle onto her lap once more, the door to their room was pushed open gently.

"Maeve. You got another now." came the deep grumble of Remi's voice.

Aria raised an eyebrow at him. The demand for her time alone wasn't unusual. Aria— or Maeve was one of the most desired women that roamed the small world that was built inside of the club.

Like an innocent deer that reveled in her own company, she was stalked by hunters who searched for a fulfilling piece of meat.

She was extremely hypnotic. From her fluidly body movements to the slight rasp of her voice that was just as attractive as her goddess-like face structure.

Almost everyone wanted her to themselves, so the request wasn't the issue.

It was more of the urgency that she felt.

The way that the simple word 'now' had slipped past his dark lips with a sense of priority.

Maeve wasn't one to be rushed.

Typically, the redhead finishes up her time with her current patron before moving onto the next. So what reason did the curly-head man have for rushing her?

"I'm kind of in the middle of something." Aria spoke softly, unaware of the locked gaze that the blonde had on her ass.

"Wrap it up." he demanded with a chuckle, very obviously taking notice of the situation.

Aria pouted in front of the newbie once the door closed.

"Looks like our time together is up, sweetheart." she stood up from the warmth that became a result of the two's arousing connection.

"Wh— What?" the young woman's eyes looked up with a hint of hesitance.

Aria hummed and leaned down to place a kiss onto the young woman's cheek, smiling when her lipstick left an expected print.

"I'll see you soon?"

The redhead had began to adjust her appearance in the mirror that hung straight ahead of her, not waiting for a proper response.

The current customer was more than aware of Aria's departure, so as the dancer continued to run her fingers through her hair and tug her panty a little higher, it caused a heat in the blonde to grow in intensity.

All of this touching up— looking as seductive as ever— was to go see another woman.

The awaiting woman hated it.

However as Remi helped Aria out of the room, she could do nothing but grow determined to come back the following day for more.

Maeve was dangerous but that's what made her so wanted.

It was her job to seduce.

"Who's she?" Aria mumbled, glancing over to Remi as he lead her to a specific room.

She had never been interrupted from a dance.

Not without good reason of course.

"Our new boss." the dark-skinned man spoke with a slight edge.

Aria's lips were tugged into a frown. It was more out of curiosity than fear. The previous owner, Arina Vaughan, was a hands-off kind of woman. As long as customers continued to walk through the doors and all of her paid dancers were as beautiful in skill as they were in the face— you simply didn't see much of her.

Opia was a successful club due to the freedom and security it offered.

So what possible need was there for a new owner?

And why were they demanding Aria's company?

Remi shared a just-as-confused look with Aria once they arrived in front of the familiar black door. No sound was heard on the other side of it, other than a soft, very light hum of music, which didn't ease any of Aria's unsure feelings.

What could the new boss possibly want with her?

Surely not a lap dance.

That just wasn't something Aria would do.

She had well-respected boundaries. There was no need for her to get in the sheets with anyone considered a higher up simply for a boost in the ranks.

Deciding to cease the anticipation, Aria sent a wink towards Remi as she finally twisted the golden handle of the sleek door.

It was better to approach the situation with confidence rather than discomposure— it was a weakness.

One that the new owner could take advantage of.

As the door slowly revealed the room ahead of Aria, her eyes remained unwaveringly focused on the accustomed surroundings ahead. The room was dark and that wasn't just figuratively speaking. The interior of the room was lit up by only a single warm, bulb of light that was hidden beneath the sheath covering of a tall lamp. It wasn't dull but it wasn't bright either.

It was the perfect ambience.

The material of glossy leather lined the chair that was delicately pushed behind a marbled desk, the boss' desk, its rough materiel embedded with tiny dimples.

The leather chair that was in clear sight of Aria's questioning eyes was facing away from her, leaving the mystery of who sat behind the authoritative position a mere secret.

Once the door closed behind Aria with a soft, yet announcing click, the chair slowly began to swivel around. There was no urgency in the person's movement, nothing like the way that Remi's voice boomed with necessity as he informed the redhead of her wanted presence.

Aria slightly huffed at the idea of lost time.

The closer the person got to revealing themselves, the easier it was to detect the smoke that followed. Its ghost-like element floated around the unknown individual as if wrapping them into an embrace of warmth. It swam in the air with a specific sense of docility.

The reveal of Opia's new boss was much more intense than Aria would've thought.

Eventually the chair had come to a stop.

The figure was no longer a secret.

As one would say— the cat's out the bag.

Aria's heart skipped a beat once she saw the awaiting brunette. Unlike their last encounter, Memphis was undoubtedly smoking. The smell gave away the product as it wasn't as vile as a cigarette and not as fruity as a vape.

It was weed.

It continued to swiftly whirl around her presence with delicate distinctiveness, adding onto the dominant impression that she owned. The natural component outlined the redness of the woman's eyes. They were calm and low, wonderfully displaying her inner monologue without a physical word spoken.

The two pairs of eyes made contact with one another and while Aria's twinkled with a spark of nervousness, Memphis' were hard and persistently anchored on the appearance of the sneaky redhead.

Aria wasn't yet sure if Memphis was aware of her actions.

Plenty of those that she'd stolen from would come back days later looking for another opportunity of vividly imagining their heads in between her creamy thighs.

It was never a thought that Maeve— an intimidatingly beautiful force— could commit such an act.

Typically, they'd blame their misplaced wallets and items on themselves for getting too shitfaced, settling with the idea that they might've left it behind somewhere.

That's the thing about lust.

It can be oh so blinding.

But it was something about the look in Memphis' eyes. Her posture was solid and her dark eyes never once darted anywhere that wasn't Aria.

And as the new owner of the club, Memphis had ever ounce of potential to personally inflict a punishment upon the redhead with only a flick of her wrist.

Luckily for the redhead, that just wasn't Memphis' style. The woman wasn't one to just fire an employee nor was she the type to abuse her power. Not under unnecessary circumstances atleast.

"Come here, fleur." Memphis spoke up, ridding the last bit of the blunt in her hand.

Aria tilted her head, defiance swirling in her eyes, "I don't fuck scummy bosses for more income."

Memphis chuckled in amusement, her posture slackening slightly as she adjusted her comfortable position in the chair.

The insult was more comical than detrimental.

Aria was indubitably a very headstrong woman.

"If you're scared of what I'll do to you in regards of my missing item, I can assure you that it wasn't even the most expensive one that I own." Memphis stated.

She knows, Aria hummed to herself, acknowledging the fact.

"So why are you here?" Aria stubbornly asked, refusing to give into the previous demand.

"Vaughan was too self-centered that she couldn't seem to grasp the simple idea that all actions have consequences. She crossed me and I settled it with proper action." Memphis— tired of repeating herself— once again spoke up, "Now I won't say it again. . . come here."

She patted her lap twice with rhythmic taps, signaling Aria's position.

"Or will I have to make you?"

Memphis had a short temper and Aria was testing it with every single jab of unrelenting misbehavior.

Fortunately, Aria realized that their interaction was getting nowhere with the the two of them only staring into the other's soul, so she shook away any nervous feelings and simply strutted over to the brunette with the intentions of remaining as stiff as a statue built centuries ago, powerful and unwilling to shift.

Once she was settled into Memphis' lap, she simply sat in rebellious silence.

The only sound present in the room was the soft hum of a song that Memphis had playing from a faraway speaker, its purpose being to help soothe her mind.

The two sat staring at each other for a while. Memphis shamelessly took in Aria's beauty as she had done the first time they met while Aria, on the other hand, glared at the older woman with defiant determination.

One of Memphis' hands reached up to gather Aria's hair. The redhead flinched at the action, readying herself for whatever it was that Memphis had planned next.

She expected a slap or a chokehold, but she only got a makeshift ponytail.

Her breath hitched.

The sound of music became background noise and the woman sat with an arched back on top of Memphis. Memphis hummed along with the low hum of the melodic music, now using both of her hands to adjust the high ponytail that belonged to Aria.

The ponytail wasn't clean by any means. It was messy and left Aria to continuously blink as strands of hair fell into her face, irritating her lashes.

"What the hell are you doing?" Aria found the courage to say, attempting to pull herself away from Memphis.

The brunette only tightened her hold on Aria's hair in return. Something close to a whimper left Aria's plump lips due to the aggression. There wasn't much she could do in this situation. She was nowhere near Remi, her savior, and Memphis had her held back by one of the most sensitive parts of her body.

She was utterly stuck.

Memphis hummed, tucking a strand of hair between Aria's ear, " 'm just getting a good look at your face."

"You're not allowed to touch me."

"Says who?"

"Fucking me—"

Aria's words were cut off once the feeling of Memphis' knee lifting up toward the middle of her thighs caused a harsh inhale of breath.

Memphis smiled cruelly, watching as the redhead struggled to ignore the pleasure she felt from the movement.

"Care to finish?" Memphis chuckled at her ridiculous choice of words, tilting her head closer to Aria so that they were only inches apart.

The tone of the brunette's voice was extremely taunting and degrading. It was the bait that fishers used to capture their naive prize, sent with the intent of reeling in something much bigger.

Aria was frustrated.

The heavy tongue of the brunette was attractive by all means but with the teasing actions that she performed, Aria could only glare at her.

"I own you now." Memphis murmured dangerously.

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