Harper's POV

The building that Opals run from gives nothing away about its striking interior. The outside is like any other in this particular area of town.

However, if you're one of the lucky few that get to view what's on the other side of its doors, you would never have guessed such a dreary building would house such an extravagant club.

Sliding gracefully out the car I walk alongside the driver until I reach the clubs entrance.

Two large bouncers' man the door. Kevin and Kyle who I know by experience are just large teddy bears.

However, to passers-by would look slightly intimidating decked out in their black suits and earpieces as they stand by the door filtering out the riff-raff, ensuring the club maintains the high standard that our clientele expect.

The two men smile at me and let me through the doors without hesitation instantly earning a grumble from a few of the people at the front of the line.

What they didn't know was I wasn't some fancy high roller looking for a good time I was here to work.

However, with the way, I was dressed anyone would suspect I was one of the elite members of society that frequented Opal.

Nevertheless, in this case, I was not, and the whole get up I had on was my work uniform and not something that would end up on the floor of some up and coming bachelor at the end of the night after a wild evening of drinking top-shelf liquor and spirits.

The main room consisted of an overly large dance floor, booths and a large bar that doubles as a fish tank. The whole place was illuminated by turquoise lights that contrasted well with the dark walls of the club.

Making my way over to the bar I spot Mark, the regular bartender at Opal during the week. He must have seen me because a glass of neat scotch with two ice cubes was already waiting for me at the end of the bar.

Throwing my drink back in one gulp and shouting out a quick thank you I made my way to the darker part of the club, the place that only the most exceptional customers were permitted to enter.

Walking over to another guarded door I removed the pass from my purse, swiped it and the door unlocked. Walking to the locker room, I placed my phone and purse into an empty one and went in search of Jack.

What people don't know is that Opal isn't just a regular nightclub for London's elite it also doubles as a place that houses a private gentlemen's club. Housed in the back of Opal is a private section where only the best of the best are allowed through its doors.

The men admitted into this prestigious club, hold gold membership cards and are hand-picked by Jack to ensure the clientele are of a high enough standard.

I walked past the private rooms, upon entering the main room of the suite I find Jack sat at one of the bar stools talking to one of the other girls that work in this part of the club.

"Hey, Jack can I speak to you once you're free?" I call out as I make my way over to where he's sat. He turns to face me holding his finger up to indicate he'll only be a moment, so I take a seat and patiently wait at the bar for him to finish talking.

Moments later Jack finished his conversation and made his way over to me. "Hey Harp, what's up?" Jack inquiries while sitting down on the bar stool next to me.

"I need to pick up a few extra shifts for the next few weeks or so; Nan is starting to struggle with all the stress. I'm worried it's going to push her over the edge and she'll get ill, I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to her jack I can't lose her, I won't have anyone left" I whisper.

"Of course, Harp, I'll boost you up to a five-day week, but you need to promise me if the hours get too much you tell me, and I'll cut them back slightly I don't want you collapsing on me, understand?" Jack chuckles while raising a brow at me indicating he's somewhat serious.

"Of course, I will Jack and thank you I am grateful for everything you do for me."

Giving him a quick hug, I take my place off to the side of the large room and wait for one of the gentlemen to require my services.

Firstly I'd like to explain, My job in Opals gentlemen's club isn't as sketchy as people may think it is.

I'm not a high-class escort or prostitute as some would assume, however, the service is available at the club, but only the girls who are willing to have sex with the clients are called upon if needed.

I'm more of a high-end waitress; I ensure the gentlemen are happy and comfy at all times I make sure their drinks are continually topped up and, on some occasions, I've even had to hand feed certain gentlemen in the club olives. It's basically like looking after a giant rich baby.

When I first joined Opal just over a year ago, Jack made it very clear to me that I would never be forced into something that I didn't want to do or didn't feel comfortable doing.

That's what I liked about Jack he's kind and takes care of all the girls along with the rest of the regular bar staff here at Opal. If he feels that we or any other staff member is being disrespected in any way, they get blacklisted.

If they happen to be a member of the gentlemen's club their membership gets revoked along with being permanently banned from the club, no exceptions.

The night begins slowly, but it starts to pick up slightly towards 1 am. I'm surprised how many people are in the executive suite on a Monday night, but it keeps me busy, and I'm glad because nothing is worse than standing around in 6-inch heels for hours on end with nothing to do apart from twiddling your thumbs.

One gentleman and his group of friends keep me busy for most of the night had me fill up their drinks every 20 minutes or so.

After a while the vast amounts of whisky in their system starts to affect them a lot more than they'd care to admit, they start getting slightly more hands-on than any normal sober person would, but I've learnt how to brush off their advances without causing a scene.

The good thing about working with intoxicated men with large bank accounts are the equally large tips they leave when they finally decide enough is enough and go home.

When the clock hits 4 A.M, the suite begins to quiet down again, so I start collecting the vast quantities of glasses that'd been left strewn around the room.

The girls that I'd been working with tonight are all starting to leave either going home in taxis or in the posh estate car of some millionaire that's taken a fancy to them, some of them offer to help me tidy up the suite before they leave for the night, but I kindly decline.

They have homes to go to, and I'd feel incredibly guilty if they had to be here any longer than there needed.

Suddenly Jack appears from his office, raising an eyebrow at me as soon as he sees what I'm doing. "You know we have cleaners that come in and do that don't you Harp" he states as he pours himself a scotch.

Raising the bottle towards me offering me one as well, I nod my head and bring the dirty glasses over to the bar and place them down next to the others that need cleaning.

Sipping the scotch, I savoured the warm feeling that travels down my throat; he begins speaking again.

"I need you to do me a favour" he began "one of our business suites has been booked out for an important meeting on Friday night, Katherine usually works those types of meetings, but she's booked the day off, would you be able to cover for her? The wage is double what you'd get working out in the main suite, and as usual, you get to keep all the tips left for you, I wouldn't ask usually but I know you need the extra cash and I think you're more than capable of running the private party yourself".

I take a few moments to absorb the information that he'd just given me. Am I ready to work an important business meeting? What if I spill a drink on one of the clients? What happens if I mess up the whole conference?

The calm and collected side of me kicks in telling me that I need the extra money for Nan and that this is the perfect opportunity to do so.

Downing the rest of my scotch I turn back to face jack "Of course I will. I suppose I owe you a favour or two." I giggle.

"Thank you Harp" Jack mumbles into my hair as he gives me a quick hug. "If you want I can drop you home instead, so you don't have to wait for a taxi?" he asks while quickly running back into his office to grab his jacket and phone.

"Yes please" I shout after him "you're the best".

A few moments later after picking up my things from the locker room and waiting for Jack to lock the place up, I'm comfortably seated in the passenger seat of his white Jaguar as he pulls out from the private car park my mind drifts back to the day I met Jack Wilson.

* Flashback, one year ago*

Dropping down into a chair in the coffee shop, I place my head in my hands and let out an audible groan.

Four interviews, four rejections and countless trips into shops to hand out my CV I'm completely exhausted and close to tears.

I need a job, and I need one soon, I don't know how much longer Nan could go on without paying the bills that Grandads hospital stint and funeral racked up without people coming to the house to physically take the money from us.

She hates the fact that I have to get a job, she wants me to enjoy my teenage years, but now that the money left for me after my parents died had wholly dried up I made the decision to get a weekend job to help pay for the bills that we were drowning in.

Sighing I pull out a £5 note from my purse and make my way to the till to order a coffee, leaving my unwanted CVS and bag scattered over the table.

Out of the corner of my eye I see what I assume to be a middle-aged man with jet black hair walk past my table, he stops and picks up one of the copies of my CV scattered across the table.

Turning around with my cup of coffee in my hand he looks up from the piece of paper, his green eyes locked with mine.

"Harper Dawson?" he asks his voice laced with confidence. Scanning the man he was wearing a slightly more casual version of what I would class as business attire, his posture oozed confidence, but somehow, I felt entirely at ease with him.

"Yeah, who's asking?" I queried

"Let me introduce myself, my names Jack Wilson and I feel like I have a proposition that will benefit you greatly". He pulled out the chair opposite me and motioned for me to sit.

"What exactly is this proposition?" I shot back raising an eyebrow at him.

"All in good time Harper. However, what I do want to know is why exactly do you have 20+ CV's scattered across the table".

A few silent moments pass, and for the first time in a long time, I feel the need to tell my story, to open up to someone. So that's what I do. "I hope you have time Jack" taking a deep breath I continue, "because that answers going to take a while".

Thirty minutes later I'd spilt the past seven years of my life out to a man that I just met and the relief I felt was overwhelming, to finally not have to carry the weight of every disaster, every death and every moment of stress I've dealt with was finally out in the open.

Silence surrounds both of us for a few moments, and I feel like whatever deal I was about to be offered by this man was entirely off the table. Moments later he clears his throat, chuckling slightly at my troubled expression.

"No need to look so worried, the offers still on the table, however, I feel its best if I tell you what I require from you before you make any final decisions".

Jack begins telling me about this new and exclusive club that he purchased a year ago; however, a part of the conversation catches my attention. It involves a private Gentleman's club that he'd started running from inside the main club.

By the end of the conversation Jacks offered me a place to work, specifically in the exclusive part of the club. He's explained the basics of what would be required along with the pay and the hours I'd be working; he's also told me that I wouldn't be made to do anything I didn't feel comfortable doing, I.E. having sexy with wrinkly old men.

After he finished explaining all the ins and outs of the job offer he stands up and begins to gather his stuff together.

"I'm going to give you my business card, I'll give you a week to think things over and by the end of the week If you decide that the job is for you, give me a call, and we can start your training. My clients expect the best from my club, so we'll need to ensure that you're up to scratch before you start".

With that, he places a small off-white business card with his number printed on it on the table and turns to walk out of the coffee shop.

Taking a moment to process everything that's just happened in the last hour, I down the rest of my coffee and place the business card safely inside my purse, grabbing my coat and phone I make my way out of the coffee shop towards the direction of home, this time with a huge smile plastered on my face.

Maybe things will start looking up.

*Back to Present day*

My little daydreaming session was interrupted by the sudden realisation that Jack had just pulled up outside my nans' house. Giving him a quick hug goodbye, I hopped out the car and made my way towards the house.

After showering and placing my uniform back in its box, I change into my comfy pyjamas and after setting my alarm to ensure I wake up for school in less than 4 hours.

I collapsed into bed, and mere seconds after my head hits the pillow sleep consumes me.

Just a quick A/N

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