Her eye twitched. She didn't know what to think of the man before her. He stood before her with his short dark auburn hair, shockingly red eyes, slight piercings, bomber jacket, white t-shirt and jeans. It was a near eye sore to her. That was until he took the jacket off and she saw all the muscles that adorned his chest and arms. He had on some nice shoes, but he gave off a bad attitude. Riene was not going to lie, it was a slight turn on for her, but at the same time, it was irritating her. He had those fang piercings on his lower lip, all around his ear lobe and cartilage. It sickened her, even the one that seemed to suit his left eyebrow.

She cleared her throat, catching his attention. He looked at her with a near angry look, but showing she had all of his attention. She growled lowly at the look. He raised his left eyebrow, questioning the growl without saying a word.
"So you think you can clean my bathrooms?"
"I clean well enough." was his curt response.
"Sex?"
"Love it. You offering?" He grinned at her.

Riene stared at him with a straight expression. She had gotten good at feeling nothing with her interviews. If it hadn't been for the fact she was interviewing him for a bathroom cleaning job, she probably would have tried to seduce him. It appeared, however, that he was doing the seducing.
"Do you have sex with men?"
"On occasion. Not really my thing, unless I'm getting paid." he responded, seeming honest enough.
"How often have you had sex?"
"Not enough. How bout we go in the back and finish this interview my style." He chuckle, waggling his eyebrows. Her body showed a calm and collected woman. On the inside, she was damn near close to jumping him. She loathed men like this, but loved it all the same.

"Your STD tests all came back good. You don't have anything… You are clear. The clearest any of my interviewees are."
"'cordin to Olly, I'm the only one." cocky tone present.
"Don't get your ego big. That is not a turn on for any of my customers. You clean the bathrooms, stick to it. You fuck it up, you're fired."
"What if I fucked you up in bed?" He asked, a knowing smirk spread across his lips.

"Down boy. She's taken." Riene growled darkly, hearing the familiar scottish accent. She turned and sure enough violet eyes clashed with hers. He wrapped his arms around Riene's waist, she shrugged him off.
"I am not taken, and certainly not by you if I was!" She barked. Allen's face went slightly dark at that.
"You shouldn't speak for a lady, unless she is actually spoken for." he said, low and threateningly.
"You touch a hair on each other and you'll both be thrown out just as soon as I look at you." Riene warned them both. She knew how men could get.
Just then pink hair flashed by, "Evander! Please leave Ms. Guillory alone!" Oliver came over.
This irritated Riene, "Do none of you have anything better to do than disrupt my business!? You!" she pointed at the red eyed man, "Allen was it? Get to work in the bathroom. We open up in one hour. You!" she looked at the one called Evander, "Get the hell out of my club! Oliver what's my next appointment?"
"Well you don't have one…"
"I'll take an appointment with her for right now."

Riene was now sitting with the scotsmen sitting across from her at her desk, in her office. She was scowling at him, him with a pleasant smile plastered to his face.

"Tell me, how does a woman like you end up in this kind of business anyway? Usually men own the strip clubs."
"That's for me to know, and for you to mind your own fucking business." she growled out. She hated being cornered like he did. A very sore Oliver was sulking at his desk, trying to be polite to everyone who came around. Eventually, Riene demanded the door be shut and to not be bothered. Unfortunately, the scot stayed where he sat. She started some work, trying her best to ignore him realizing he didn't have much to say of importance.

Someone barged in looking paniced. "I thought I said I did not wish to be bothered." she growled. The man before her was small and lanky, though had an ass when he turned around. "Ms. Guillory! Joshua can't make it, and he's up next! No one can cover for him what are we going to do!?" She growled, standing up and marching out. She eyed the stage, wondering what to do. It was ladies night, so her male strippers were working today. Unfortunately, she was short tonight. she only had three, the rest out of town or on vacation.
"We never had this problem… Ms. Guillory what are we to do?" asked a concerned Oliver. She looked at Evander, eyeing him. He was good looking, but not stripping material. She looked at Oliver next, but found nothing that would appeal to her customers. Oliver would have been working a normal night. Tonight she needed her best looking and best dancers.
"M-Ms. Guillory? I-If I may…"
"Evander, go."
"Hell no! I don't strip for crowds!" He hissed at her.
"What about me?" She turned around, seeing Allen. She eyed him. Good looking, lean body from something athletic most likely. She approved so far, but those piercings threw her off. She crossed her arms, her body facing him as she eyed every inch of him.
"I can dance. I've had some practice and I got a lot of woman before. Tonight can't be that hard." he said shrugging. "Least I might get laid." he grinned at the thought. She growled, but nodded. "Take out some earrings out, leave the fangs and eyebrow piercing. They can stay, the outfits all ready prepared. Oliver! you had some experience in sewing, go and fit it to him." she began to smirk, "He can keep it once he's done." she said with a sly smile.

Allen appeared in a pink skirt, white t-shirt and his bomber jacket. Riene stared, a bit surprised. His muscled legs, toned finely, looked very nice in the skirt. He didn't look weird or nasty in the skirt like most men did. He looked really good in it. She was hoping he would look like a fool, but here he was, looking really sexy. The beat started, and Allen seemed to smirk, all most recognizing the song. Riene had sent Oliver to request the bad apple song with Allen. He started dancing and Riene's smirk fell more.

She looked over at Oliver as he returned. He had on a look of admiration, gazing at the man on stage like he had never met him before. She inwardly scowl, as she then looked over at Evander. He was gazing at Allen, hand at his crotch. He seemed to be biting his lip slightly. Riene huffed, face slightly red. She wouldn't deny that she was turned on, but she be damned if she was going to admit it out loud. Oliver beside her whooped at Allen, shouting he was making lots of cupcakes for him. The customers began to go wild, throwing money at him left and right. Riene watched a bit pissed off. She wanted him to be humiliated for being so cocky about the interview and him volunteering. As he danced bad apple, he threw his bomber jacket, it being caught by Riene. Allen smirked at her, making sure she was watching him. She scowled, realizing what he was doing and not enjoying on the surface. Underneath she was wishing no one was there. She would have jumped him on the spot.

The song ended, leaving a flustered staff, a very horny crowd and a horny boss too. Said woman growled, turning on her heel walking back to her office. She passed the dancer who announced Joshua's absence. "There, we are still good to go. Send Allen to my office immediately." she barked. The frail looking man jumped and nodded, running for the back stage.

Evander walked into the office, and Riene kicked him out. Soon Allen walked in, as the Mongesque woman was sitting on the edge of her desk, arms crossed glowering at him.
"Who do you think you are?" she asked, "Cocky attitude, dancing that ridiculous dance on my stage! Do I look like I run a show? No, I run a strip club. All I saw was dancing, no stripping, what-so-ever!"
"Dude, chill lady. The crowd was loving it, and so were you."
"Wrong. It was sloppy, out of tune, wasn't with the beat either. I know the dance but you were not suppose to do the song's dance. you were suppose to use your own dance!" She barked.

During her rant, she hadn't noticed that Allen was right in front of her now. When she did, inside her heart was beating fast, but she kept her face cool. "See, what I saw, was a horny crowd, and a very intrigued staff. If that wasn't good enough, perhaps a private demonstration then hm?" he asked, placing his hands on her desk on either side of her. She glared at him, then attacked his lips. She refused to hold back any longer.

A/N: So, Hope you all enjoy the new update~ took me a while because I needed my plot bunnies in order. Sorry for the UBER late update, but this and MAgical Lover will be continued! Please keep an eye out for each one. I will work on one at a time. Remember, Send tomatoes~ (*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)