The curves of a goddess.., p.1
The Curves of a Goddess: Club Curve Series, page 1
The Curves of a Goddess
Club Curve
D. E. Bartley
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Cover design by: Nell Alexander
To all the girls who carry their curves with pride. You know we do it better ;)
If a man can't pick us up and throw us onto the bed then he's not manly enough for us ;)
xxx
Chapter One
Quin
“Mr Daniels. Sorry, I was expecting Mr Neilson.”
I smile at the manager of one of our many Gentlemen’s clubs as I shake his extended hand.
“Change of plan sorry. He’s busy with a personal matter so you will have to make do with me,” I joke as Graham Hillman visibly relaxes. Out of my business partner Jay Neilson and I, it’s me whom people prefer to deal with. Jay has a habit of coming across as an arsehole, whereas they find me more approachable.
“No worries. Let me give you a quick tour of the changes we have made and then we will head to the office and I will show you the figures and the suggested changes I would like to make in the upcoming months.”
“Sounds great, lead the way,” I answer with a reassuring smile as I hold out my arm. Graham takes the lead and we head to the club’s main area.
Jayden Neilson and I have a number of different types and styles of clubs, ranching from Wine and Cocktail bars, Gentleman clubs , Ladies only clubs and Nightclubs.
We walk through into the main entertainment bar and I look around at our surroundings.
Gentlemen’s clubs have been getting a lot of bad press recently, to the point Jay and I considered closing a few of ours and turning them into nightclubs or bars. Thankfully as the hype died down, business improved and now we are opening them faster than ever before.
Graham starts talking, pointing to the black and red interior, and the gorgeous chandeliers that hang at various points. The lighting’s dim but bright enough for us to spot any dodgy dealings going on.
“This is the main entertainment area. We have extended the entertainers to include dancers, pole dancers and now singers. Our main singer is on in a moment.”
I nod looking at all the waitresses and waiters.
“I’m glad to see you are sticking to our rule about body figure equality. I hate going to places and only seeing stick-thin women. It’s important to show that we promote all body types,” I praise as a curvy woman walked past us, looking stunning in her uniform. She smiles at me before walking to the bar to collect whatever order she is retrieving.
“Thank you, sir.”
I turn to look at Graham and smile.
“Please call me Quin.”
Graham seems to relax a little more as he nods and continues to talk about the changes he’s made and what he expects the figures to be in the next couple of months.
I listen as we reach the back of the room and I look at all the members sitting and talking among themselves. They all seem relaxed and happy and that’s the main thing. Without the members, these places would cease to exist and unlike Jay, I don’t have a backup plan for what I would do.
As I look around the lights dim further and a voice comes over the sound system.
“Club Curve is happy to present your entertainment for the next hour. Please give a warm welcome to our very own singing angel, Scarlett Jones.”
A round of applause and cheering fills the hall, I turn to see Graham grinning as he looks to the stage.
“Angel?” I ask with an arched brow. Graham smiles as he nods as the room falls silent.
“Just wait.”
I’m about to comment when a voice fills the now-silent room. My head spins to face the stage so fast I’m surprised I don’t get whiplash.
Her voice rings out as she starts to sing Etta James’s, “At Last”. A single spotlight comes up and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen is standing on the stage in a long green dress which hugs every one of her full curves to perfection. Her brown hair is hung in soft waves which comes to a stop by her full breasts and is pinned to one side of her round beautiful soft face. The way her voice hits every note perfectly is like nothing I have ever heard before. All other sounds fade away until it’s as if everything else ceases to exist except her sweet, beautiful tune. She is like a Siren calling sailors to their untimely death, and I now understand how they could jump ship, freely giving their lives to her.
“See, like he said, an Angel.”
I turn to see Graham who is smiling proudly. I shake my head as I look back to the stage.
“That’s no Angel. She’s nothing if not a Goddess.”
Chapter Two
Quin
I’ve tried everything to pay attention to Graham as he continues to show me the figures and plans for the club. But I can’t stop my mind from slipping back to that beautiful woman, Scarlett Jones. Even the way her name sounds on my lips has my cock harder than it has been in years. Fuck, I need that woman. Unlike my business partner who was a playboy until he meant his new significant other. I have only ever slept with women I have been in a relationship with. God, I need to have that woman in my arms and bed as soon as possible.
I lean back in the office chair and look at all the figures, charts and documents in front of me. None of this is going in. I rub my face as I hear a knock at the door.
“Yeah!” I call out as it opens and Graham enters.
“Everything okay in here, Sir?”
I nod as I lean forward on the desk. “Everything looks great. To be honest, I’m too tired to think straight, so I’ll just take photocopies of it and continue back in my hotel room.”
“Of course. Everything you need to do that is just here.” Graham walks over to the copier in the corner and switches it on.
“Great I’ll do these and get out of your hair. I’m seriously impressed by what I’ve seen though, you are doing a great job and I know Jay will agree with me,” I reply giving Graham a reassuring smile. I can see the praise has taken some of the worry off his burden.
“Thank you, I am glad you are happy with everything.” He turns and walks to the door. “If that’s all I’ll leave you to work the copier and I hope you have a good nights rest.”
“Just one more thing,” I call out as he goes to leave.
“Yes?”
“What can you tell me about the singer, Scarlett?”
A knowing smile spreads across Grahams face.
“She’s a local woman whom I heard singing one day and asked to perform for us. It took a little persuading, but she certainly brings in a crowd. Men come from all over come to hear her sing here two times a week. She is worth every penny.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt that. She has an amazing voice,” I reply quickly. “Do you know if she is married?” I ask before I can stop myself. What the hell is wrong with me?
“As far as I’m aware no. Why do you ask?” he asks smirking.
“She looks familiar, so I was wondering if I knew her, that’s all.” I know I’ve answered a little too quickly but fuck I’m flustered and I pride myself on never getting agitated. “That will be all Graham,” I add quickly as he smiles at me knowingly and walks from the room.
“I will be in the bar when you leave, sir,” he says before closing the door behind him leaving me feeling completely embarrassed. Yeah, way to sound like a complete pervert, dickhead.
Fifteen minutes later I walk to my car and slide in behind the wheel. I wasn’t lying when I said I was exhausted, my head is pounding and my eyes burning. I hear my phone ring and pull it out of my pocket.
“Hey.”
“Hey, how did it go?” I hear Jay ask down the phone. I lean back into my seat and sigh.
“Fine, everything is good here and the manager is probably more clued up than most. How’s Sadie?”
“Yeah, she’s okay. The change in meds is really messing with her, she’s been in bed for two days now. But she finally managed to eat this evening so I’m hoping that’s a sign things are improving. Thanks again for covering the fort for me this week.”
“No worries, man, let me know if there is anything you guys need. Let’s face it you are due some time off. When did you last have a holiday?” I ask chuckling knowing it’s been years. Jay hums in agreement.
“I know, still feel shit though. I’ll call you tomorrow morning for a catch-up. You staying in my apartment still?” he asks.
“Nah I got a hotel room, if I end up staying longer than one night, I’ll use it though.”
“Why would you stay more than one night? Thought you said everything is okay?”
“It is I just need to take care of some other business,” I answer not wanting to give too much away.
“What other business?” Jay stops mid-sentence and curses under his breath. “Got to go Sadie’s throwing up again. Speak to you later.” Jay hangs up before I get a chance to reply.
A week ago his new girlfriend collapsed due to a severe migraine and hit her head. Jay’s been off since looking after her; I can’t blame him for it. Seeing him settle down
Letting out a deep breath I press the button to start the car. Nothing happens. I frown as I press it again. Nothing.
“You got to be fucking kidding me!” I growl as I get out of the car to see what the hell is wrong with it.
Chapter Three
Scarlett
I love nights like tonight. The place was full, and I got some amazing tips. I love nothing more than to stand on a stage and sing. I’ve been trying to go semi-pro for a while but there isn’t much chance for a woman who isn’t a size zero. No one wants a larger female on their stage, if only they knew that us curvy girls can be less maintenance and more fun in general.
I walk out of the Gypsy Club and wave to the waitresses as we all head to our cars. I’m happily humming to myself when I see a guy groans loudly at his car as he tries to pop the hood. I chuckle as he curses and walks back to the drivers side and looks around the wheel. A typical man who has no idea how to do the simplest thing on his car. For a moment he stands and looks around and my heart stops. Damn, that man is hot! He has the chiselled face of a superhero, with thick stubble, not quite a beard but more than a few days of growth. He runs his fingers through his dark hair which makes him look even sexier.
“Need some help?” I call out before I stop to think. Seriously Scarlett you know better than to approach a man you don’t know in a dark car park. Every woman knows it could be a trick, a way to get you alone so he can kidnap you, attack you or worse. But there is something about this man that makes me forget myself. Plus, another bonus of being a bigger girl is that we are harder to kidnap.
The hot guy looks up at me and for a second just stares before a smile spreads across his face.
“You know anything about cars and how to get the bloody hood up?” he sighs as I approach. I look at him now I’m a little closer and take in the designer suit and shoes. A rich dude who likes to flash his cash with the expensive cars he has no idea how to maintain. Typical.
“A bit. That’s the newest Tesla, right?” I place my bag on the floor next to the car. The guy looks a little taken aback. I roll my eyes as I try to ignore the standard response men show a woman who knows more about cars than them.
“What’s the problem?” I ask as I reach to the side of the car door and pull the lever. The guys eye widen further as the hood gives a small pop and opens slightly.
“Uh won’t start,” he stammers rubbing the back of his neck nervously. I walk around to the front of the car and release the hood further before opening it fully.
“When did you last update the software?” I ask as I hold up my phone and look around the engine. The guy doesn’t answer so I look over my shoulder to see him still rubbing his neck. I turn around with my hand on my hip. “You haven’t updated it in a while, have you?”
“I keep meaning to, but I’ve been busy,” he starts as I laugh and turn back to the engine, quickly noticing what the problem is.
“Lucky for you it isn’t a software issue. Try it now.” I step back from the engine and listen as the guy walks around to the car and turns it on. It starts straight away; I smile to myself as I close up the hood.
“You have no idea how grateful I am.”
I reach down and pick up my bag.
“Will you let me buy you a drink or something to say thanks?”
I laugh as I shake my head ad pat him on the shoulder.
“Sorry ace, I have a date with my bed. Take it easy!” I call as I jump in my car which is parked next to his and drive away before he has a chance to try any smooth pickup lines on me.
As I head towards home the guy’s good looks and amazing-smelling aftershave lingers in my thoughts. I don’t date, don’t see the point as I come with too much baggage. Not only that, I don’t have time. Between my family commitments, singing in the club and my business, I really don’t have time for anything else. I’m happy with my life and since I have been able to sing publicly I feel better about myself than I have in years.
I’m a big girl at size eighteen, I know that. Men think that I will change and try to lose weight for them. When they realise I have no desire to do so they all run for the hills. My ex was the only one who stuck around for more than a month, I wish he hadn’t. He turned out to be a nasty piece of work and it’s a good thing he isn’t around anymore. After that experience, I’m more than happy to stay away from guys and just live a single life. I have everything I need and could ever hope for. But then if that’s true why can I not get that guy out of my head?
Chapter Four
Quin
I walk out of my hotel room still cursing myself for my stupidity last night. I can’t believe I made such a fool of myself in front of Scarlett. I don’t think I could have looked more of an idiot if I fucking tried. Cars have never been my thing; they get me from A to B and that’s it. But to not even know how to pop the hood, idiot!
I have always prized myself on being able to handle any situation. But last night when that gorgeous woman was standing in front of me, I turned into a quivering wreck. I had no idea what to say or do and I swear when she called me ace and walked away from me she left me with the biggest hard-on I’ve ever had.
I come to a stop in front of the reception desk and hand over my room key.
“Was everything to your liking, Sir?” the young man behind the desk asks.
“It was great, thanks,” I reply as I pull out my phone. “Do you know of any car garages around here? I had an issue with my car last night and need to get it checked over quickly.”
“Absolutely, let me note the address down for you now. It’s a local family-run business which is great at squeezing people in at short notice.”
I watch as the young man scribbles on a piece of paper before handing it to me.
“Thanks, I’ll head over there now.”
“No worries, Sir. Have a good day and we hope to see you again soon.”
I thank him as I leave with my bag in hand and head to the car, hoping I can get the garage to fit me in. The last thing I want is to break down and make a fool of myself, again.
As I climb into the car and upload the address into the Sat Nav I can’t help wondering if I’m doing the right thing leaving. Should I stay and see if I can somehow find Scarlett? Should I try to find a reason to stay for a couple of days so I can see her again and try to get her to give me a chance? Does she have a husband or partner? Or was last night a sign that it wasn’t meant to be and I should just move on?
As I pull up in front of the large and busy garage I come to the conclusion that as much as I want to try and find Scarlett and persuade her to give me just one chance to prove I’m not a complete moron, maybe it will be for the best if I just try to forget her. Oh, who am I kidding there is no forgetting that beautiful woman with her full luscious curves.
I climb out of the car as I let out a deep sigh and try to concentrate on the task at hand. Get the car fixed and move on to the next club I need to check on.
“Morning, Sir!”
I look up to see a middle-aged guy walking up to me as he wipes his hand on an old rag.
“Morning. I hate to do this, but is there any chance you could fit my car in for a quick once-over? I had a few problems with it last night and it wouldn’t start. Someone fixed it but I’m worried it will happen again,” I explain as I shake the guy’s hand. He gives me a polite smile, but I know what he’s thinking. Rich man with no idea what he’s doing with a simple vehicle, the problem is he’s right.
“I’ll have to check the diary and with the boss. We are pretty swamped, but we may be able to help somehow. Just give me a minute.”
“Thank you,” I call as he walks away and towards an office. I’m just about to head to the car to get my phone when I hear someone singing from inside the garage. I spin around and smile as I realise it’s not just anyone, it’s her. I can’t stop my feet from heading towards the sound of that heavenly voice. As I stand in front of the workshop where there are three cars parked. I look around to see if I can see a waiting area where Scarlett may be sitting. The singing starts again and I realise it’s coming from underneath the car in front of me. I squat down and can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face.
