My Prez, Happy, sent me along with Rico because I’m an unknown prospect and he’s a nomad who owes Happy a marker. Tricky Dick doesn’t know who the fuck I am, but I know who he is. Bastard has been tapping our girls, getting them hooked on his meth. Happy and the rest of the Jacks Devils won’t stand for it, but until I get solid proof, we can’t make a move without starting up a lot of shit. So here I am, undercover seeing if I witness any of our girls dancing or buying.
“Give it up for Star,” the emcee announces as the music filters into a new song.
I rub my chin, wondering how much grief Rico will give me if I buy a lap dance from Tricky’s bitch. I know I shouldn’t be tempted but fuck, I have never seen a more beautiful woman. She’s dangerous and hot as fuck, a combination that nearly has my dick ripping through the teeth of my zipper to have a go at her.
“I gotta hit the head,” I lie.
“Don’t do it. I’m telling ya, man.” He shakes his head.
“Fuck off.”
“I can see it written all over your face. You won’t stop until you fuck this bitch, but will the cunt be worth the price?”
“If she gives up the deets on Tricky, fuck yeah. If all I get is some pussy, then so be it.” I shrug and wait for Star to work the floor.
Chapter 2
Nikki
Exiting the stage, I fan my face. Damn that guy in the crowd was hella cute. I know better than to look. My old man, Tricky, owns this dump. I dance for him. I’m the best he’s got. When we first got together, I thought he would take care of me. I thought my dancing days were over, but they were far from it. I thought Tricky really loved me but all I am to him is dollar bills. Another ass to shake and bring him money, but lord forbid another man ever have what belongs to Tricky. The men can look at me, but they are never to touch me.
I would never chance it for anyone, not even that fine man who I couldn’t take my eyes off a moment ago.
Some days I think he is waiting for me to fuck up, so he has a valid reason to kill me. My husband is a real bastard, but I’m the one who married him even though the other dancers here warned me not to, I thought they were just jealous. Sure, that was probably part of it, but after we were married, I could see how a few of the warnings were actually genuine.
I stuff the money I collected from the stage into my jar in the office and head back out to work the floor. I bring in a lot of money from lap dances in the champagne rooms.
I keep telling myself that one day I will save up enough money to leave, but I know as good as anyone does you don’t leave this life by free will. No one leaves Tricky unless it’s in a body bag.
If I want out, I will have to fake my death and that doesn’t come cheap.
Until that day comes, I gotta shake what my mother blessed me with, my tits and my ass. I’m a curvy woman and men and some women go nuts for my assets. Double D breasts and an ass that would make that Kardashian chick jealous.
Shoulders back, tits and ass pushed out, I strut through the room, smiling and flirting.
When a strong hand grips my upper arm, a tingling sensation spreads through my body and I look up to meet the dark eyes of the cutie from earlier. Holy shit he is even hotter up close. A strong jaw with only a dusting of facial hair. Dark blue eyes that would put the bluest waters of the ocean to shame. Tattoo sleeves decorate both of his muscular arms. The man is sex in jeans and a grey Henley tee.
Warmth pools between my thighs at the sight of him.
Him touching me so openly is a bad idea on his part. Placing my hand over his, I gently remove his hold. “You can look, but you can never touch,” I warn.
“How much to touch you?” He flashes his money clip and my eyes grow wide. He’s packing some serious cash on him. I give him my signature smile and glance around the room to see who’s working tonight. If I could do this under the table, I could seriously increase my get the hell outta here fund. Could I be this person? A Whore? This would make me no better than Tricky, but the way this man’s eyes stare into mine, lighting a fire inside me, makes me want to burn. To hell with the consequences.
Chapter 3
Grady
Goddamn, the way this hot bitch sways her hips when she walks nearly hypnotizes me.
She may play coy, but everyone has a price. I can’t wait to get my hands on her firm ass and squeeze. Dropping six g’s for an hour will be nothing compared to the satisfaction of earning my cut and if I get to slide my cock in her while I’m doing it, even better. I’ve been working my ass off doing all the shitty grunt work, but now I have my chance to patch in and put the Jacks Devil on my arm. Nothing will get between me and my cut.
She unlocks the door to a room that is weird as fuck. There’s a rocking chair and an oversized crib. “What the fuck is this?” I look around hoping she isn’t into some weird ass shit. I’m a freaky bastard but I’m not putting on a Goddamned diaper for no bitch no matter how tempting her pussy is.
“A room rarely used. You wanted to touch, this is the only way we do this…privately. No cameras.” She offers me a faint smile with her explanation. “Some customers have a baby fetish. This one guy loves to wear a diaper.” She shrugs.
I cup the back of my neck. Funky décor or not, nothing is standing in my way tonight.
“What’s your name?” I already know her stage name isn’t her legal name, but I wanna see how easily she gives up information. See how hard she’s gonna make me work for it.
“Star.”
“No, I mean your real name.” Stepping into her space, I wrap my arms around her waist and slide on down her backside to get a good feel of that ass. Damn, she’s thick and beautiful. I wanna take her from behind so bad, slap her ass cheeks with my dick as I cum. Fuck.
“I’m not supposed to tell you,” her mouth tells me, but those exotic eyes tell me she feels an attraction to me. Pushing away from my grasp, she says, “How about I turn on some music and you can have a seat over there.” Star points to the crib. The front side is open. It seems twisted as fuck, but it’s a good thing I am one twisted bastard.
Taking a seat on the edge, her dancing for me is the furthest thing from my mind. No, I don’t want to see her dance, I just wanna fuck her. My brows knit together when some nursery rhyme shit begins to filter through the speakers.
The beautiful bitch moves her hips and I am enchanted. The closer she comes the harder my dick gets. Her tits bounce with every movement of her banging body. The woman is perfection and teasing the fuck out my cock. “C’mere,” I demand, and she wags her finger in my face, continuing to put on a seductive show.
Turning her back to me she backs that ass right up on me dropping it down over my crotch, bouncing it up and down, brushing against my hard on.
“Baby, you keep moving like that and I am gonna have to get a taste of that pussy.” Grabbing her hips, I take over controlling the pace, pumping her tight body up and down like we’re fuckin’.
I know we’d be damn good together.
Chapter 4
Nikki
I don’t even know this guy and I feel more turned on than I have in years. Tricky never touches me like this. Sensual is the word I would use to describe this stranger’s touch. His firm hands are roaming my body, touching me in places I thought were dead but, in his arms, I feel so damn alive.
He wanted to know my name, but I know better than to tell him. This is a one-time thing. He’ll get his thrill and I will go home to the bastard who controls every angle of my life.
“Fuck, sweet cheeks, the way you move is killin’ my dick,” he grumbles as my crotch brushes over his raging hard on.
My arms go around his neck as his lips find mine. The only thing stopping us from fucking is the thong I’m wearing and his jeans.
It’s getting harder to stay in control. For just once I’d love to get lost in the touch of another.
“I’m gonna kiss you and you aren’t going to stop me.”
“We really shouldn’t,” I say breathily as his lips mov
e along my jaw and his hands squeeze my ass. When his lips meet the corner of my mouth, I can’t say no though. I can’t deny him or myself. He’s so damn sexy and his lips feel too good. His tongue slips between the part of my mouth and brushes against mine, tasting of beer and fueled by desire.
I am powerless to stop him when he rubs his fingers over my clit.
“Fuck you’re all wet and ready ain’t you.”
“Mhmm,” I moan as a shudder ripples through me at his invasive touch.
Moving my thong to the side those large fingers spread my pussy lips. “I was watching you dance, thinking about how good you’d taste.” He licks his finger. “You don’t disappoint me, sugar. I was thinking about you riding my face too while I taste and suck that sweet pussy.”
“Oh god.” My knees shake as he comes back at me with three fingers, thrusting them in and out quickly. His other hand makes for the clasp on my bra and he takes my nipple into his mouth, caressing the tender bud with his tongue.
I know I should stop this but saying and doing are two different things and right now as I stare into the eyes of this gorgeous stranger, I want him to have his way. I want him to take what he wants and give me what I am too big of a chicken to ask for.
I’m like a bitch in heat as he unzips his jeans. “You gonna give this pussy up?” He pulls his fingers out and rubs my juices over the head of his thick dick.
Biting my bottom lip, I nod, and he puts on a condom before impaling me with his massive cock. He’s so damn big. My pussy walls stretch around him, accepting his size easily because I am so turned on.
Once he is fully inside, he guides my hips, rolling them at a leisurely pace. I’m left feeling so damn full I can’t breathe.
“That’s it, sweetheart, take your time, ride it out. You wanna cum already, don’t you?”
“I’m close,” I admit. It’s been so long. Tricky doesn’t have any use for me in the bedroom, he’s too damn busy trying out all the girls who come through the doors of the club. Not that I mind being ignored by him. His touch disgusts me. My husband is a repulsive bastard.
Without warning this sensual man stops moving. He’s fumbling around with something behind me when all the sudden I hear another man’s voice. “This better be important, Prospect. Are you getting fucked right now? What the fuck are you doing.”
“Smile pretty for my friend, Star.” I look over my shoulder to see a man’s chest with a Jacks Devil cut on. Shit! It can’t be. Fuck. This dude is a member of my Uncle Happy’s club. You might be wondering why I am married to his enemy, well, that’s a long story, but right now I have more pressing matters to worry about.
“Oh my god!” I shriek and try to pull up off him but he’s strong.
“Relax,” he says, kissing my shoulder and moving his hips. God, that does feel good, but he’s fucking video calling Tricky’s enemy—my Goddamned Uncle. I am in deep shit. “Happy, meet Tricky Dick’s ol’ lady, Star. She’s a bit busy riding my dick, but I figure why not mix business with pleasure. Tell my Prez here about the girls your man has been bringing in and the drugs he’s selling them.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie, trying to disguise my voice, but it’s too late. Surely my Uncle recognizes me and can hear my voice. I keep my head turned away from the camera trying to protect my identity. This guy, Prospect, hell, I don’t even know his name, nips at my nipple and juts his hips hitting my sweet spot. “Oh. Ahh.” I pant.
“I’ll fuck it out of you, but if you lie to me again, I won’t let you cum.”
Shaking my head, I try to think, but its damn hard with his dick in me and the way he is playing my body like a damn fiddle. I could tell them all about Tricky and maybe they’d get rid of my husband for me. But if they fail and Tricky finds out, I’m a dead woman.
Life was never easy for me growing up. I’m a daughter of a clubwhore. I never knew who my father was though I felt like I wasn’t even kept hidden from my father’s family, which is something that most bastards like me, are taught to do—stay hidden. Instead my mom flaunted me around the clubhouse in front of all the club members and their old ladies, which resulted in my mother getting murdered, I’m sure of it, although the reports say it was a robbery gone wrong. Supposedly my father was a biker I just never knew which one. My mother said one day she would tell me when the time was right, but she died before that day ever came.
My Uncle took me in, said he wouldn’t let a kid of his go into the system, but I sure as fuck wasn’t wanted in his home. His wife and kids made sure I knew my place. They hated me, and everything I stood for. Can’t say I blame them, but I was a kid, it wasn’t my fault my mother was a whore. I don’t even know if Happy was really related to me or if Uncle Happy was just what I had always called him. I didn’t feel much like his blood relation with the way his wife and kids treated me.
As soon as I turned eighteen, I took off and never looked back, except it seems I’m following my mother’s footsteps. Only difference is, I’m an Old Lady, and not just a clubwhore. I hate this life, but at least it’s better than the shit show I would have still been living if I had stayed at my Uncle Happy’s home.
Now here I am, fucking a stranger, who just so happens to be talking to my Uncle. This is all sorts of sick and twisted, getting off while he is on the phone. “Fuck,” Prospect complains. “Condom broke.” He moves to take it off, flinging it across the room and I try to get away from him. I need to stop this before the man I was raised by realizes it’s me.
Before I have too much time to think or worry about it, he yells at the guy I’m fucking over the line. “Call me when you’re done, I don’t need to hear or see this shit.”
My fuck buddy looks surprised. “Well that’s a first, normally he rubs one out when he hears people fuckin’.” Prospect continues to fuck me, and soon I’m cumming around him. He isn’t far behind me reaching his own climax.
He shoves off and puts his dick back in his pants, and it’s then I realize we never got another condom. Tricky is gonna kill me for sure. He doesn’t let me go on birth control, says he loves to see his cum leaking outta me after he fucks me, and if I so happen to get pregnant, it’s a bonus. Thank god it’s only happened once. My beautiful eleven-year-old daughter, Sophia, is my pride and joy. I hate Tricky with every fiber of my being, but there is a part of me who loves him for giving me something so precious.
“Here,” Prospect says, tossing cash on me. “I’ll be seeing you again.”
“We can’t,” I croak out. Shame floors me as I stare at the money. I never thought I would fuck for money.
“That bastard husband of yours won’t have a say. If I want to fuck you again, I will.”
“But. He’ll—”
“Don’t give a fuck what your excuse is, shits goin’ down, trust me.”
I shake my head. “My name is Nikki.” I don’t know why I tell him my name, but I want to trust him and believe in what he’s saying.
“Already know you have a kid, think you’re all kinds of stupid for staying with that bastard, shouldn’t you wanna give your kid a better life?” he looks at me in disgust before walking out of the room. “I meant what I said, I’ll be seeing your pussy again soon, Nikki,” his loud voice carries over his shoulder.
He shuts the door, leaving me still on the floor. I can’t believe I did that. Oh god, I’m just like my mom. A whore. Maybe Tricky won’t find out. There are no cameras in here, so as long as no one is outside the door when I leave this room, I think I’ll be safe. But this guy is serious about seeing me again. Tricky will find out, nothing stays secret for long with him. He finds out everything.
Chapter 5
Grady
Her pussy was better than I thought it would be. Fuckin’ tight and pink, fuck. Next time I won’t go so fast, savor the moment, tongue fuck her cunt, suck her clit, make her cum all over my face. Pisses me off she’s with a shit rag like Tricky. Pisses me off even more that she’s dancing naked. What kind of bastard is Tricky?
No old lady shows her body off to anyone, at least not in the Jacks Devils. That shit would never fly. I leave the strip club and go to the clubhouse.
As soon as I walk in Prez is yelling at me. “Prospect, find out anything useful?”
I approach his table and see his bitch daughter, Susan, hanging around the bar. “Not much, except Tricky’s old lady dances, they have a kid together, and she fucks like a dream.”
“Think we can use her for intel?” Prez asks.
“Doubtful, I do know she’s terrified of the bastard.”
“Keep watch on her, I’ll be sending a few other guys down there, to move this along faster.”
I look at him confused. He wants me to watch her? Well, I can do that, question is, why does he want me to? Something else is goin’ on here, hopefully I’ll earn my patch soon, so I can find out everything, instead of only need to know bullshit. I hate bein’ in the dark.
“You did good tonight. Get you a drink and some pussy.” He shoves his chair back and leaves. Prez’s old lady is a grade A classic bitch, not one member in the club likes her, hell no one likes Susan either, not even her own brother. But as I watch her dancing by the bar maybe I could like her long enough to get off again.
Cruiz slides up next to me as I watch. “Man, I wouldn’t go there if I was you. That is one nasty cunt,” he tells me, knowing I’m watching Susan.
I smirk. “Scaring me off Happy’s kid?”
“Scaring you off the worst bitch of the bunch. Her pussy ain’t worth the fuckin’ problems it brings. Learned that lesson the hard way.” Cruiz has been a member here for years. If he’s not fuckin’ some bitch he’s usually beating the shit out of the bags in the basement, or out doing club business.
“I ain’t scared of no bitch pussy.” I don’t know if he’s trying to warn me to stay away from her because I need protecting, or he just wants the bitch for himself.
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