Free Depths of Depravity by Rhea Wilde Page B

investigating at all.
    “ You still haven’t told me,” I said to her.
    “ Told you what?”
    “ What makes this club so much better than anywhere else?”
    She looked around for a moment, as if to see if anybody else was paying attention to us.
    “There are a lot of women who come into this club and leave after a few days,” she said. “Some of them complain about not making enough money. Some of them get tired of having to be on every single night. But the turnover rate is greater than you’d expect.”
    She leaned in close to me and began to whisper into my ear.
    “If you’re here long enough, you’ll find out exactly why men prefer the company of a Platinum woman.”
    She slowly pulled away from me. I stared at her and she just winked. Her cryptic remark left me more confused than I ’d ever been. Now I was more curious to find out what she was talking about. She was keeping a secret from me. I was intrigued, to say the least. It wasn’t until that point that I realized that it was best for me to keep digging. This was more than just about Landon Schrader. This was about every single man in the club and everybody who worked here. There was something happening here and I intended to find out what it was. There were too many coincidences for this to be just a strip club for rich men.
    “ Stop by later tonight and I’ll show you have everything works in action,” I said. “You can’t work yet. You still need a license. You should still stop by though, even if you can’t get one. It’ll give our audience a sneak preview of things to come. Men are always anxious to get their hands on fresh meat.”
    I nodded to her and she made her way back to the bar. I slowly began to walk away when I stopped and turned around.
    “ Sage.”
    “ Yeah?”
    “ What should I wear?”
    “ Whatever it is you wear when you’re trying to seduce a man,” she said to me. “I’ll get you a locker tonight.”
    She continued t o smile at me before turning her attention back to the bartender. I made my way out of the club to get ready. I was excited about getting started. But it wasn’t just because I was going to get more details for a story. I was just as anxious to see if I actually had what it took to make it through my oddest investigation yet.

Chapter 8
    I headed back home and got ready for a close up of how things really worked at Platinum. I only had a few hours to prepare but it was actually more time than I needed.
    I searched through my wardrobe for something appropriate. The black minidress was out of the question. I decided to go with something more comfortable. I threw on a loose blouse and jumped into my favorite pair of jeans. I buried my digital recorder all t he way at the bottom of my bag in case I accidentally dropped it. Somebody was always watching. I’m sure I looked suspicious enough just from casually observing. It would be difficult to explain why I was potentially recording conversations with the people at the club.
    As I drove back to Platinum, I could feel the nerves building up inside of me. I didn ’t have an agenda planned out. Everything had been laid out for me and there wasn’t much left for me to do except snoop out a story. There were so many interesting people inside of the club. The novelty of actually becoming a stripper suddenly dawned upon me. That was a story in itself. But my instincts were telling me that there was something more going on inside of the club. If not Landon Schrader, there was someone else that had a secret to hide. Whatever it was that Sage was referring to when she whispered to me was proof enough of that.
    Platinum was packed as usual. On my third consecutive night, a line of men were just waiting to get in. I wasn ’t sure how long they could keep this up. Either all of them had a lot of money or there were more wealthy men in this town than I realized. I was heading toward the back of the line when the bouncer I had grown so familiar with called out to