Taking my clothes out of the closet where they were hung up when I arrived home after the meeting with Jackson, my eyes sweep the place, looking for anything that might have been installed while they were combing my place. I was so glad that all of my equipment is back at my original apartment and not here. That would have sealed my death in an instance; I can not believe that my mind was so caught up in trying to bring him down that I never saw or thought about him organizing a team to raid my home. That was an idiotic move on my part; my mind needs to get back to where it is, not thinking about that powerful man. Last night I dreamt that we were out on a date aboard one of his luxury yachts sipping on fine wine while we just talked about his business. Damn woman, snap out of it. You have a job to do. Sighing, my hands take the outfit off its hangers as my towel is dropped, sliding on my black lace panties before putting on a pair of pantyhose pulling them up next. My hands grab my matching bra-snapping it into place when a cold chill comes over my body. It feels like someone is watching me where the hair on my neck tingles while goosebumps cover my body. Striding around the room like nothing is going on, my eyes flick around in corners or anywhere else I can think something like that could be put. Standing at the huge window that overlooks the section of the town below with all of the sparkling buildings, cars gleaming in the sunlight, or people dressed up in their fancy designer clothes, my hand starts to rub my temple some. Turning around, heading back over to the queen-size bed in the middle of the room, picking up the shirt, sliding it on slowly, then putting on the skirt provided, I walk back into the bathroom after snatching my towel off the floor.

Looking in the mirror while whispering to myself, "Get ahold of yourself, girl. You can not mess this up tonight. This is what you have been waiting for since you walked through the door. Looking at my hair, my natural color is barely starting to peek through at my scalp. Making a mental note to make another appointment while going to work, my hair is pulled up into a low ponytail making sure to blend in all the hair correctly, then slipping my shoes on sitting on the small couch in the room. Just as I walk out of my room to grab the purse sitting on a table, there comes a knock at the door.

Furrowing my brows, my feet walk over to the door as my hand slowly lands on the knob. Twisting it, the door is opened to show Jackson standing there in his fancy suit, grinning when the door swings inward.

"Good afternoon, Jazz. We could ride to work with each other. This way, I can let you know about the rules that I told you we would go over this afternoon" as his eyes sweep the very neatly kept place behind me.

Stepping off to the side, "Would you like to come in for a minute? I was about to leave, but if you need to come in to talk, then please."

He looks down at me as his eyes sweep over the uniform. "If you are ready, there is no need for me to come in. Come, let's get going" as his elbow comes up for me to take.

Pulling out my keys, sliding them into the lock as the door closes, then turning the key, making sure both are secure, my hand comes up, taking his arm with mine as we head down the hall to the elevator.

He pushes the button for us, then gives me a sideways glance. "Are you nervous about this?"

Giving my head a small shake, "No, not really. I had done private parties before in other bars that I worked at."

He nods as the doors open, putting his hand on the small of my back, helping me into it. When he does, a spark shoots up my spine that almost makes me shiver, but I control it.

"Good, then you know how to handle yourself when people can get out of hand at times" as he hits the L button.

We ride down to the lobby as he escorts me outside to a sleek black car sitting at the curb. As we get closer, my eyes land on the badge that sits on the fender, which says, Ferrari. He opens the door helping me inside, then closes the door before striding around the car to the other side. He gets in, starting the car before rocketing off down the road after we get our seatbelts on. I have always wondered what it would be like to have a car like this, but there is no way that one would ever be in my possession with my salary.

"Can I ask how many people will be up in the room roughly this evening?" looking over the interior of the car that still smells brand new.

"There will be about one hundred men up there tonight. Most of them will not even give you a second glance, but there will be some who I am not that fond of who will be trying to get your attention. All of these men are customers, along with business associates that we deal with quite a bit. Just stay behind the bar unless you have to use the bathroom, which is on the other side, where Tumbler will escort you to and from that. Don't let any of them touch you either; some are very slick with drugging a woman that they are interested in" his hands grip the wheel tightly.

Putting my finger up against my face while having a confused expression, "How can they drug me without a syringe?"

He glances over, then back to the road. "There are things that can be put on the tips of someone's finger which will be protected by a plastic cover or even a fake finger. All they would have to do is touch your arm or hand, making the drug pass from their hand to yours. Most react quickly to where it only takes a few seconds for your head to start spinning or even passing out. Try to keep your hands clear of the ones that Tumbler will point out as they come in. Set the glass down first before you pour anything into it; that way, they don't take it from your hand."

Shortly after, he pulls into a secluded garage at the club, pushing a button on the visor, opening the door then shut it behind us. Helping me out, he swipes his card at the elevator as it opens immediately for us. Stepping in, there is just one button that goes straight up to the top floor. Hitting it, the box takes us up then dings where we get out at the back of the room.

"Nice," looking around stepping out.

He shrugs. "I like to have my own way to get out quickly if the need arises. This way, I come straight up here without being bothered by anyone down on the floor."

He walks over to the bar with me, sitting down on the stool nodding to all the stocked bottles. "Make sure you have everything here that is needed."

Stepping behind there, I quickly take a quick inventory of what is here, then write down the few things that will be needed for the specialty drinks, along with a few that are running low. Laying the list on the bar, I look at him. "Do I need to go down to the main bar to grab these few things?"

He snaps his finger where one of the waitresses I have seen down on the floor steps forward. "This is Pearl; she will be up here with you tonight, making sure to take drinks all around the room. Some will come to the bar to order, but others will just be lounging on the couches, chairs, or around the tables. Both of you go down before we open, getting what you need to restock the bar."

She nods as we both walk over to the main elevator as Tumbler has pushed the button for us. We step in as he gets in with us, pushing the button taking us to the floor. He steps outstanding by the door as both of us head over to the bar area.

Precious comes up, punching my arm lightly. "Heard you got the main gig this evening. Well done."

"Sorry about not calling you last night, but we ran so late in the meeting I did not want to wake you up" grabbing a crate to put the bottles in.

She laughs. "I got your text after I woke up but thank you for not doing that. I was dead to the world anyway, so I would have never heard it ringing."

"Ladies, time to go" Tumbler's voice rings over the floor.

"Sorry, we have to go. He wants all of this set up before they arrive," grabbing the last few items needed.

She grabs my arm. "Be careful tonight. I have never done any of those special parties but have heard they can get wild, but the men also tip very well when the booze is done right."

Giving her a quick smile, Pearl grabs a crate while I get the other one. The doors are opened for us then we head back to stock up for the night.