by Sarah Bale
Fuck.
I’m losing my guys and there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it.
My cell rings as I get on the bike.
I kill the engine and answer. “This is Saint.”
“Hey Prez. I, uh, just, uh, saw something – well, it was last night - and I think you’re going to want to know.”
“What is it?”
“Some friends and I were out partying last night. We ended up on the south side of town because one of the guys wanted to get a chick to take home for the night. That’s not my style, but, uh, I went anyway, so he didn’t think I was a pussy.”
I bite back a sigh. This kid rambles on more than anyone I’ve ever met. He needs to get back on topic, or he’s likely to forget why he even called.
I cut him off. “Kid, get to the point.”
“Right. Sorry. We ended up at the Purring Pussy. I know we’re not supposed to go there, but I didn’t have a choice.”
His voice rises with each word, as if he’s scared I’m going to be pissed. While I’d rather the guys go to my club, I’m not going to give him shit for going to another.
“Kid, it’s okay. No harm done.”
He swallows loudly. “That’s not it. When we got there, the club was slow, but everyone seemed to be hanging around one of the dancers. So we went to investigate. You know, see what the big deal was.”
I’d like to think I’m pretty good at reading the room, but the next sentence he utters leaves me stunned.
“Prez, she was there. Olivia.”
“What?”
“She was the one everyone was around. I asked one of the other girls how long she’d been working there, and she said almost a week now.”
I grip my phone so tight I think I hear a crack. What in the motherfucking hell is Olivia doing at the Purring Pussy?
“Did you speak to her?”
“No. I swear I didn’t. We left shortly after and went to another bar. I was going to call, but I’d been drinking and-”
“It’s fine, kid. You did good by letting me know. Thanks.”
I end the call and get on my bike. Looks like I’m going to be making an appearance at the Purring Pussy tonight.
I pull my truck into a spot in front of the Purring Pussy. Didn’t think this building could get any worse. Guess I was wrong. Makes me wonder how many people Milo has in his pocket for to still be open. Hell, there’s a hole in the plaster exterior and I can see lights from within.
I don’t get to this side of town much, and I sure as hell wouldn’t bring my bike to this area. Looking around I remember why. Thugs and vagabonds roam the streets, looking for trouble. In the distance a car alarm goes off and sirens wail in response. Yeah, my bike would be gone by the time I left. Hopefully, my truck’s still here with all four wheels when I’m done. For the millionth time since talking to the Prospect, I wonder what in the hell Olivia is thinking.
Getting out of my truck, I have to sidestep a syringe with god knows what in it.
One of the bouncers looks startled when he sees me approaching. “Saint. Surprised to see you in this neck of the woods.”
“I have a meeting with Milo,” I answer.
He opens the door. “Enjoy yourself.”
The building has a distinct moldy smell even in the entryway. Way to set the mood.
A topless woman at the counter sits a bit straighter when she sees me. “Hey, handsome. I haven’t seen you around before.”
“Cut it out, Diamond. He’s here to see me,” Milo says as he comes from his office. He slaps his grimy hand into mine. “How in the hell are you, Saint?”
“Doing good, Milo. How’s business.”
He laughs, showing his missing teeth. “I know you’re not here to see how my finances are. Come on. Let’s go to my office where we can speak freely.”
As I pass Diamond, she breathes out, “Come find me later, big boy.”
Milo laughs as he closes the door. “Still have a way with the ladies, I see.” He points at his cluttered desk where a gram of cocaine sits. “Want to do a line?”
“I’m good.”
“So, to what do I owe this pleasure to?”
“Heard you’re moving some new stuff through the club. Wanted to see what it was about.”
His eyes widen. “I still don’t know how you stay on top of everyone’s business like that. I just got a new shipment in last week.”
I stay on top of what’s happening in the city because that’s part of my job. I don’t tell him this, though. He’s merely a pawn in the game. After the Prospect called, I did a little digging, so I’d have a reason to reach out to Milo. Luckily the new drug he’s moving provided the perfect in.
I make small talk and ask, “Do you know the supplier?”
“He’s new to town but came highly recommended.”
Milo reaches under his desk and brings out two plastic bags filled with tiny, clear crystals.
“Looks like meth.”
“That’s the beauty of it. Looks like meth, but isn’t. It’s practically undetectable by drug canines and doesn’t have the same odor while cooking as meth. It’s going to be a game changer.”
He opens the bag, dipping in his fingers. That right there is why he’ll always be a pawn. A good businessman knows not to sample the merchandise. He pulls out scoop of crystals, putting them into a glass pipe. Right in front of me, he lights up and take a deep puff. A moment later he lets out a moan.
“Fuck. That’s good shit. Reminds me of the first time I took X back in the day.”
He reaches into the bag again, getting some more. I watch him, waiting for him to get high. It doesn’t take long, which I’m glad for. I have other business I should be taking care of, but I won’t be able to do anything until I see for myself if Olivia is here.
“Milo, man, let’s go grab a drink. I’m in the mood to see some pussy.”
He stands, swaying. “I’ve got just the gal for you. She’s real classy and the customers can’t get enough of her.”
I grit my teeth and nod. “Let’s go.”
He stumbles as he goes down the hallway, going to the main floor. His club is pretty basic. Main stage. Two side stages. A bar. And the Champagne Room, which is in the back of the club. He takes me to a table surrounded with what used to be red velvet ropes. I sit on the tattered leather seat and he takes the chair next to me. At least the view of the main stage is decent from here.
A woman comes up, bringing a bottle of Jack. She pours us two glasses before going to help another customer.
The emcee comes overhead and says, “Get your dollar bills ready and show Ms. Mayhem some love.”
Milo taps my arm, sloshing some of his drink in the process. “This is her. The new girl.”
Milo rambles on, but I’m not listening. Olivia walks on stage and goes to the pole as the music starts. She spins around and the blue and purple lights reflect off her skin. Her hair is twisted in some kind of bun. And she’s almost naked, wearing only a thong and pasties on her tits. Her heels are – goddamn, I’m going to dream about the way she looks in those heels. She a walking wet dream right now.
The only thing out of place is the scar on her thigh and stomach. From where she was fucking shot. But even her scars don’t take away from her beauty.
Milo leans over. “Enjoying the new girl?”
I nod. “Where did you find her?”
“She applied the other night.”
Probably after I told her to get the hell out of my strip club.
He goes on, “We told her she should apply at your club, where she’d make more money, but she said this would be fine for now.”
“She doing private dances yet?”
The Purring Pussy has a reputation for the things that go on behind the curtain, in the Champagne Room. They’ve been busted more than once for drugs and prostitution. My fists clench at my side just thinking of anyone touching her back there.
“She hasn’t done one yet. Want to be her first? Break her
in the right way?”
“Yeah.”
Because I’ll be damned if anyone else is going to take her back there.
“I’ll set it up.”
I nod my approval as he gets up, stumbling away. Olivia is drawing quite the crowd, which isn’t surprising. The way she works the pole is mesmerizing. And every man around the stage looks up her like they’re in love. But what they don’t know is she’s mine.
Milo comes back a few minutes later. “Right this way.”
I follow him down a dark hallway. We pass a room where moans can clearly be heard. He gives me a grin, taking me to the last room.
“Make yourself comfortable. She’ll enter through the side door. You’ll have twenty minutes.”
“Thanks man.”
“Come find me when you’re finished.” He stops. “Speaking of finishing, there’s some condoms, towels, and whatnots over there, if you need them.”
My damn jaw feels like it’s going to break from gritting my teeth, but I manage to nod. The door closes behind him, leaving me in the semi-dark. I go to the oversize leather couch and sit. They’ve upgraded since they last time I was here. Probably received one too many complaints about the cum-covered material on the old couch.
The lights turn purple, which means she’s about to enter. I find myself holding my breath in anticipation. The door opens and she comes in. She’s changed and is now wearing a white shirt that’s so small that the underside of her breasts peek out. It’s so fucking tight that I can see her nipples and her rosy areolas. Her thong is black and matches the killer heels she’s wearing.
She stops when she sees me, letting out a small laugh.
“I should have known.”
“Not happy to see me?”
The music starts, but she doesn’t make a move.
“Why are you here?”
“Heard a little rumor. Had to see if it was true.”
Her eyes narrow. “You said you were letting me go.”
I nod.
“Then why are you still keeping tabs on me?”
“Because I told the others I would.”
She actually flinches and I feel like a dick. I should tell her that I need to know she’s safe. That she’s not putting herself in danger, like she is right now.
I open my mouth to speak, but she stops me.
“Sit back and shut up.”
For good measure, she gives me a little push on my chest. Fine. I’ll let her think she’s in charge. For a bit.
Olivia
My heart is pounding so hard that I’m sure he must be able to hear it. Jas was right. Even though he made it clear that he didn’t want me, nor did he want me around his strip club, he still cares. The big question is now that I have his attention what do I do now? I didn’t really think that part of my plan through and now I’m standing here in front of him, practically naked.
The song changes and I let out a small huff. The opening notes of Love Bites by Def Leppard start. Boy, someone out there has a fucking sense of humor. Might as well fucking go with it. Closing my eyes, I let the music take over. I’ve always loved dancing. In another life, where I didn’t have a messed-up childhood, I think I would have been a ballerina.
When I open my eyes, Saint is watching me with an intense look on his face. God, I’ve missed him so much. I miss all of them, really. Moving closer, I brush up against him for the first time. My skin prickles with awareness as we touch. I know he feels it, too, because his gaze shoots to mine. It’s always been there – that sexual magnetism between us that pulls us together. And right now, I feel it more than ever.
The chorus hits and I do a body roll against his firm body. His hand moves, almost touching me, but then he pulls back. Every time our gazes meet, my heart turns over in response. Standing, I turn so my back is to him, and sit in his lap, grinding against him. Heat radiates from him, and his cock presses against me. Arousal pools between my legs when I feel how hard he is, and I need to see his face. I stand and settle back onto his lap, straddling his massive thighs.
I continue to rock against him until I’m biting back gasps of pleasure. Tingles of excitement fan the flames of desire deep inside my belly. I’m not sure when this quit being a dance, but I can’t stop myself now. He doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to end this, either. Each movement sends sparks of pleasure to my nether regions and I fucking love it.
Reaching between us, I unzip his jeans. His eyes are on fire as I free his cock, but he makes no move to stop me. I once said it looked like he was packing an iron pipe. I wasn’t far off. His cock is massive, heavy in my hand. I stroke him a few times before standing. He breathes heavily as I loop my finger through the strap of my thong and lower it. Carefully, I step out of it and then move toward Saint.
He reaches for the thong and puts it to his nose, inhaling. I’m so turned on right now and everything feels hypersensitive.
“Didn’t know you were a panty sniffer.”
He gives me a wicked grin. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
Moving over him, I settle onto his lap. His cock nestles against my mound and I bite back a moan. I won’t let him see how much he’s getting to me. I can’t. Using his shoulder to brace myself, I do a body roll. His cock slides along my pussy, as if he was made for me. A delighted shiver of want runs through me and I do this over and over until we’re both thrusting against each other.
My pace increases as I use his body to get off. I’m so close to coming, but I need something… more.
He touches me this time, his hands slipping under my shirt, running over my scar before cupping my breasts. “That’s right, Olivia. Coat my cock with your sweet juices.”
I bite back a moan as he flicks my nipple. God, I’ve wanted this for so long. When I move again, the tip of his cock rubs against my opening. All I’d have to do is reach between us and then we’d be connected. But this isn’t how I want to fuck Saint Massacre for the first time. So, I settle with getting off.
My head tilts back as I rock my hips against him. We’re both losing control as our instincts fight to take over and we’re past the point of no return.
He groans into my ear. “You hot cunt is so fucking tempting, darlin’. I want to slide in and fuck you raw.”
I moan out, “Do it. I want it, too, Daddy.”
The forbidden word leaves my lips, but it feels so fucking right. He’s always given off Daddy vibes, and I’m more than willing to be his little girl.
“Fuck,” he breathes out. “You don’t know what you do to me, darlin’.”
Our lips hover inches apart, his breath fanning my face. I can see the wheels turns in his head and I fear he’s about to end this. I press against him, wanting to savor this while it lasts. He shifts and reaches between us, his thick finger rubbing my clit. I gasp as he massages the bundle of nerves.
“Oh Daddy, I’m so close.”
“Come for me, baby girl. Come all over my hand.”
He continues to stroke my clit and thrusts two fingers inside of me. It’s enough to send me over and I cry out as I come.
“Saint!”
“Fuck. I’m close, too.”
I rock against him until he lets out a feral groan. His hot cum hits my thighs and I sink my teeth into his neck until blood tinges my tongue as I ride out my orgasm.
“Look at me. Look at your Daddy.”
I do as he says, because I can’t stop myself.
He reaches down, scooping his cum into his hand. When he rubs it against my mound, I moan.
“You’re such a fucking dirty girl,” he breathes out. “This turns you on, doesn’t it?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
He scoops up a bit more and pushes his coated fingers inside me, marking me. Making me his. And I freaking love it. I love how dirty this is. How wrong and yet so right. My hips rock on their own accord and I use his fingers to get off again. When I come for the third time, he pulls me close against him, kissing the top of my head.
T
he music is still going, but neither of us notice. We sit there and he holds me until I finally move.
“Olivia, you’ve got to stop this.”
I look into his eyes and see how tired he is.
I’m tired, too. Tired of this game we’re playing.
“I sent you away because I don’t want you to get hurt again.”
“Saint, you can’t protect me from getting hurt any more than you can control the weather.”
“You’re right, but I can control whether you get hurt because of me.” He sighs. “You could have died at the rally. I’d never be able to forgive myself if that happened.”
The again is unspoken.
Wrapping my arms around him, I ask, “What happened to her? To your wife?”
He actually flinches. “I failed her. Just as I failed you. The only difference is you’re still here.”
I can feel him pulling away from me and my eyes water.
“Saint, I need you. I need you, King, Razor, and Bash. Why can’t you see that? The four of you helped me more than you’ll ever know and I-”
My voice cracks, because as much as I need him, he still thinks he’s doing the right thing.
“Promise me you’ll stop doing stunts like this to get our attention. You have a chance to start over. Take it, Olivia, and live.”
I pull away from him, standing. “Goodbye, Saint.”
I go to the shelf and grab one of the towels, wrapping it around my waist before walking away. He’s right about one thing – I can’t keep chasing after them. It’s not fair to me. I deserve better than that.
7
Olivia
“I was surprised to get your message,” Dr. Cross says. “Want to tell me about it?”
After my encounter with Saint, I went to the locker room, got dressed, and told Milo I was quitting. He didn’t seem surprised or was too high to care and I left him all the tips I’d made. It not like I was there for the money. No, I was there to see Saint. And now there’s no reason to stay.
