Serving the Wolf's Den (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

Serving the Wolf’s Den

Maura Dow knew she had been played for a fool by the man who had left her with nothing but a mountain of debt and doubting her own judgment. Finding a way out of her financial woes begins to seem possible when her friend, Rhonda, tells her about the Wolf’s Den, an after-hours club that’s known for its phenomenal tips. She swallows her pride and does whatever it takes to convince the owner, Max Andrews, to give her a chance to be one of his “Bitches.”

Max and his brother, Toby, both want to train her. However, their training takes her from the bar into their bed. Too late, she realizes the brothers have a secret that can only reject the love of a woman like her. When she foolishly puts herself in danger, they come for her, but should she run from them or embrace what she’s been told could destroy her?

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

Genre:
Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves

Length:
53,207 words
 

Kalissa Alexander

MENAGE EVERLASTING

Siren Publishing, Inc.

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SERVING THE WOLF’S DEN

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SERVING THE WOLF’S DEN

KALISSA ALEXANDER

Copyright © 2012

Maura walked in the back door of Lucy’s Café feeling the effects of yet another sleepless night. Joe, the morning cook, was already frying bacon and setting up for the breakfast rush. He smiled when he saw her. She smiled back and hung up her coat near the time clock. The aroma of brewed coffee led her into the dining area where Rhonda was reading the newspaper at one of the tables near the window. Catching her attention, she waved. Rhonda held up her cup. Maura grabbed a half pot of coffee from one of the burners and brought it with her to the table. She poured one for herself and refilled Rhonda’s.

“Thanks. You’re here early again,” Rhonda observed, bringing the hot liquid to her lips.

“I was tossing and turning all night. What’s your excuse?”

Ignoring her question, Rhonda shook her head. “It’s been over a month since that bastard Tim left and you’re still not sleeping.”

“He literally left me high and dry,” Maura said with a sigh. “Drugs and whatever else he spent my money on meant a lot more to him than I did. I can’t even make the rent this month. I’ve been applying to some places, but no one’s hiring. I need to get a second job, and fast.”

“I’m sorry, hon. But honestly, from what you’ve told me about your finances, I’m not sure another job making the kind of tips you do here is the answer.”

“I know. I thought of that, too. I need something where the tips or the salary will at least pay the rent until my lease is up and I can find a cheaper place. I’m thinking I might look into some of the nightclubs in town.”

Along with emptying her bank account, Tim had run up a couple of her credit cards to their limit. She had given them to him when he had insisted they buy new furniture—furniture that he had taken with him. At least he had left her the bed, probably because he didn’t want to take it apart. She supposed she should be thankful she wasn’t sleeping on the floor.

Rhonda folded her newspaper. She perused the restaurant, her large brown eyes finally coming back to Maura’s.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just checking to make sure we’re not overheard. There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“What’s wrong?”

Rhonda raised one painted eyebrow in Maura’s direction. It was something Maura noticed her friend did when she was nervous. “Nothing’s wrong.” Lowering her voice, she said, “Ever heard of an after-hours club called the Wolf’s Den?”

“I don’t think so. Why?”

“I’ve been working there on the weekends for some time now. The tips are ten times better than they are here.”

“Is it a strip club?” Maura whispered, leaning across the table.

“No.” Rhonda’s eyes flashed. “Just because I’ve never talked about moonlighting at the Den doesn’t mean I’m stripping. I’ll admit the uniform doesn’t leave much to the imagination, but I’m not walking around naked or having sex with the customers. I work hard for my tips.”

“Of course you do. I would never judge you like that,” Maura said quickly, wishing she could take back the unintended insult.

“It’s nothing like some of those after-hours clubs you’ve probably heard of where the girls are more like prostitutes that use the bar to get johns.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you, Rhonda. It sounds like a good job, and I’m glad that it pays you so well.”

“It’s just that as happy as I am to have the job, I know some people would look down their noses at me for working in a bar that doesn’t close until the birds start singing.”

“I’m not one of those people. I admire you for supporting your family. You live in the real world. I, on the other hand, have been living in fantasyland, and we both know where that got me.” Maura bit her lip to help stop the flow of tears that were only seconds from falling down her cheeks. “I should have known that if something seems too good to be true, it probably is.”

“Now, don’t go doing that to yourself. I met Tim when he came in here, and I never suspected a thing. He acted like he adored you.”

“He adored me all right. So much that he couldn’t wait to take me to the cleaners on his way out the door.”

“Tim’s a con man, honey, and you’re a sweet girl that he took advantage of. It’s not your fault. Don’t let him jade you for other men or ruin your confidence. There are good men out there.” Rhonda reached over and squeezed her hand. “However, what’s most pressing right now is getting you back on your feet.”

“My life is a mess.” Maura took a sip of her coffee that had cooled. Suddenly she felt tired.

“I’ve got an idea. Not sure it’s the best idea, but it’s the only one I can think of right now.”

“What?” Maura perked up, hoping against hope that Rhonda was going to suggest what might be a solution to her problems.

“I know that Max, the owner of the Wolf’s Den, is looking for a new server.” Rhonda held up her hand as Maura’s eyes lit up. “Slow down. I need to tell you a few things first.”

“I’m listening,” she said, trying to contain her excitement.

“Like I said earlier, it’s not like you’d be expected to parade around naked, but the uniform wasn’t made to hide our womanly charms. And, even though the tips are fantastic, the customers can get a bit rowdy at times. They’ve been known to take the term ‘hands-on’ to a whole new level.”

“I’m twenty-three years old. I’m no baby, and I’m not totally ignorant to the ways of men even if my instincts were off with the last one.”

“Well, it’s not always just the men that want to cop a feel. The women can be as bad as the men.”

“So? Men or women, you handle them the same way, right?”

“Good answer.” Rhonda smiled. “The other thing is that the servers, who I might add are all women, are called Bitches. Not exactly flattering, but it goes along with the Wolf’s Den theme, and from what I’ve been told that term has been in use since the place opened over twenty years ago.”

“I agree it’s not flattering, but if it goes along with the job and the tips are good, so be it.”

“Are you sure? The women working there are all a bit older than you, too, and honestly, we’ve all had a lot of experience, if you know what I mean. I know you think you can handle yourself, but your age and light resume in the cocktail department could work against you. I don’t want to get you in over your head.”

“Rhonda, believe me, I’m already in over my head, and there’s nowhere to go but up. What you’re offering is a life preserver to a drowning woman. I’m grateful to you for taking me into your confidence. I won’t do anything to embarrass you.”

“I’m not worried about that, just that I’m doing the right thing by you. I would never suggest it if I didn’t know how badly you need the money.”