Chapter 9

"I'm sorry, what?" He asked; eyes wide. I had said it far too bluntly, but there was no taking it back now. I realised that this was like a test. If he didn't react too badly to this, I would consider telling
him about Victrola's. I didn't know if this was him in shock, or if he genuinely didn't like it.

"I used to be a prostitute." I said much slower this time.

"Seriously?" Why was it so hard to believe? Did I look innocent or something?

"Seriously." I confirmed. He let out a low whistle.

"Wow, I really can't imagine you being a hooker."

"Of course not, because you haven't seen me in full-on seduction mode. If you think last night was good, that was really nothing." I scrutinised his reaction. So far, he was just shocked.

"Wow, so the girl I'm dating was a prostitute; that'll be something to brag to the guys about." He said, breaking into a grin. He was joking. I relaxed a bit.

"So you don't think I'm a complete slut?"

"No, it's in your past. And I know you needed the money back then." I let out the breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding in. This statement began to cause more apprehension about telling him about how things were nowadays. He was okay with it because it was in the past. I knew that this meant he wouldn't be too happy if it was still happening now. And it kind of was. Oh, fuck my life. I then remembered that he said something earlier which had confused me.

"Hang on, dating? Shane, we've been on one date."

"Yeah, about that. I had an actual reason for coming in today, apart from finding out the answer to my question and seeing your beautiful face. I was wondering if you wanted to go on another date with me." Shit, I didn't know what to say. I wanted to say yes because I had had a great time the night previous and I might have possibly wanted to kiss him again. Hey, you can't blame me; he was an amazing kisser. But then I knew that if I went out with him I would begin to like him and trust him even more, but my scepticism made me scared. I didn't want to like him too much because I knew that if I told him about Victrola's something bad would happen. After that talk with Nicole, the yes side had a much greater sway.

"Sure, when and where?"

"Well when do you get off here?" Shit I had my other job tonight. Although, I guess I could test out my boss's leniency. He had said that as I was such a valued member of staff that I could have any night off if I wanted. Let's see if he'll stay true to his word.

"Seven."

"Okay, eight in my hotel room." He then proceeded to tell me the hotel and room number before explaining how to get to his room from reception. I didn't dare tell him that I knew the hotel like the back of my hand. Or that the receptionist, Marty, was an old friend of mine.

"Shouldn't you be getting back to LA soon?"

"Getting sick of me already?" I shook my head quickly. "Nate and Jase can deal without me for a while. I've been pissing them off recently anyway." I was pretty sure that they would be even more pissed off with him if he stayed here too long. Did he even tell them that he was going? And did he tell them where he went? The band's wholesome image would probably be ruined if the media found put that Shane Gray was in Vegas. Yeah, they've been here for performances. But he originally came to get away from LA and have fun. To Shame some of that fun was fuelled by alcohol. I was sure that would be twisted to something about him doing drugs with prostitutes. Although half of that was kind of true. He was hanging around with a (former) prostitute. No one was going to find that put though.

The wholesome image was just that though: an image. They were supposed to be pure till marriage and not do the typical rock star ideals. So much for that. Shane was a drinker. He cursed. And just by the way he walked, and how he thrusts about on stage, I could tell that he was no way near virginal. He was gorgeous and he knew it. He also knew that all his fans would be more than willing to have sex with him. The way he teased them needed confidence, the kind you could only get from
being experienced. Maybe this was more apparent to me though, as I learned to read how experienced someone was from their body language from being a hooker. But did anyone really expect him to wait. The label obviously pushed the whole lifestyle on him. He was twenty-fucking-three and an incredibly well-known musician (which roughly translated as God), he had every right to go out and get laid. Why waste his youth saying that he would remain celibate when there was girl's praying to sleep with him? He deserved to have a good time.

"Have you spoken to them since you got here?"

"Fuck yes." There was that cursing. If only the magazines could hear him now. "Nate phones me at least twice a day. That boy is too serious for his own good. He's trying to make sure that I'm not getting caught doing anything that will ruin the image. He doesn't care what I do, as long as I don't get caught. I could have an orgy if I wanted, I would just have to make sure it wasn't caught on tape."

I snorted. "Please, you and an orgy just don't mix."

"I didn't mean I was going to have one. I meant that I could and Nate wouldn't care. Anyways, do you mind if I hang about here the whole day? Because I really don't have anything else to do, apart from gamble. But I did that the first few days I was here. I don't want to lose anymore money, it's too painful." So that's what he was doing before he came in here.

"Sure, but you'll have to keep buying stuff. Gus hates it when people hang about doing nothing. And I can't be constantly talking to you or nothing because I have a job to do."

"Well you do your job then."

"Talk to you later Shane." I leant over the counter and pressed my lips to his cheek before scurrying off to the kitchen.

"I was wondering when I would see you." Gus called to me when he saw me.

"Yeah, sorry about this Gus. I just need to make a quick phone call and I will get to work."

"Who are you phoning?"

"Lewis."

"Oh right, well you go do that then." He knew that I was phoning in to get off work, because I never phoned Lewis for other reasons. And as Gus hated my other job, he was all for it.

I dialled the number and waited for Lewis' familiar Scottish accent to fill my ear.

"Yes Mitchie?" Jesus that was one sexy accent. It was no wonder he was more fondly called Sexy Lewis when he wasn't around. And not only was it the accent. He also had the looks, the hair and the muscles. He looked like a rock star.

"You know how I'm your favourite member of staff?" I purred into the speaker.

"What do you want?" He asked exasperatedly.

"I know it's leaving you in the lurch a bit, but could I please have tonight off?"

"Yeah, whatever. I'll get Vi to cover your spot; God knows the girl wants it." Vi (Violet) was the girl whom, if I ever left, would take over from me. So, obviously the girl hated me with a passion. But I'm sure she would like it if I left. "What's happening tonight?"

"I've got a date."

"You, Mitchie Torres, have a date?"

"Yes, is it really that hard to believe?"

"Yes, in the four years I've known you, you've never had a date. Is he anyone I know?"

"Well you don't know him personally. But you'll have heard of him."

"Oh jeez, so you decided that for the first time you date someone in years, you're going to date a celebrity? Do I like said celebrity?"

"Probably not, considering his image, which is so not him by the way, goes against your whole empire." Yeah, Lewis wasn't just the owner of Victrola's. He'd been my boss for a total of four years. This meant that he was my boss when I was a prostitute, and where I was before Victrola's. This was how I got such a good job at Victrola's. I was the only person who had the job. Vi covered for me on my nights off but that wasn't too often. I don't think Lewis was going to be too happy when I finally decided that I had enough money to quit that career completely.

"Oh God Mitchie, it's not that Shane Gray guy is it?"

"Jesus, was it that obvious?"

"Only when you said about his image. I really didn't take you for someone who went for the inexperienced guys."

"Ha, have you seen him perform? It's like he's dry humping air. You really think he's a virgin if he does that? Also he seemed impressed when I told him about what I did when I was younger."

"You told him that? Really Mitchie, you must be serious about this guy."

"Well I wanted to see what his reaction would be. If it was good I would consider telling him about V's."

"So, are you going to?"

"I really don't know, because he wasn't put out by it at all, but then he said about it being in my past. Anyways, Gus is glaring at me. I'll see you tomorrow. And thank you, you know I love your sexy ass."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I hung up and finally got to work.

Lewis was a strange character when it came to my life. He wasn't a strange character himself. More that I had a strange relationship with him. I thought of him as more of a friend than a boss. But he didn't really know much about me. He knew more about the superficial stuff. I hadn't told him anything about my past. All he knew was that I wasn't a virgin when I came to him and that I hadn't been in a relationship since I'd known him. And I wasn't going to tell him any more than that, because he was more of a good guy friend who I flirted with than someone I could trust with really intimate details. And he was okay with this because he never pried.

"Right then, Shaney, my shift's over, which means you've got nothing to stick around for." I said at seven on the dot whilst leaning on his shoulder.

"Okay, well I'll see you at eight then?" I nodded. "Oh yeah, don't dress up or anything, unless you desperately want to."

"See ya later." I ruffled his hair and pressed another kiss to his cheek, as I'd been doing all day. He scowled at me for messing up his hair before I turned around and left.

AN: I know, shocker, no cliff hanger. Anyways, so this chapter was going to be longer, but I decided to put the date in the next chapter because otherwise the next would be random drivel with the only point being that I bring in a new (not OC) character (which may or may not bring drama) because the chapter after that is a big one. And I mean BIG. So R&R, oh and I don't do this normally but, I'm almost at 200 reviews, please get me there. Love you Guys, and this chapter is dedicated to Nic, whom I miss dearly because she's in bloody Ibiza. Also, kind of for Laura because of the stuff she said to me last night. I love you two.