by E. C. Land
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“She caught Lena and Darcy in the bathroom blowing some drug dealer,” Dixie mutters, turning her attention back to me. “Can you believe she couldn’t wait to jump back on that stage?”
“Why do you say that?” I ask while I let the information Dixie just gave me sink in. Why hadn’t she called the club to say something?
Anger at Amethyst grows to an all-time high as I watch the way she dances. Does she really want to be back on that stage so badly, she’d dance in those cunts' places?
I’m so consumed with Amethyst’s movements on that stage, I ignore Dixie’s response as well as her grinding down on my cock. Watching Amethyst, I’ve lost all desire to fuck Dixie or even Gia at this point. Only Amethyst will be able to ease the hunger growing inside for me.
Damn her. I think it’s time I put the ice princess in her place. If not for the fact she didn’t report this bullshit to the club then for my hard as fuck cock that won’t see relief from anyone but her.
As the song comes to an end and the techno beat of her second song begins, I tap Dixie’s thigh. “Hop up, babe,” I order.
“Want me to get Gia and meet you in one of the private rooms?” she asks as she climbs off my lap.
“Naw, I’m good. I’ve got shit to do,” I say as I down the last of my Patrón and stand.
“But . . .” Dixie starts to protest but at my glare she backs away. She knows better than to argue with me. Holding her gaze I’m not liking what I see. Evidently, I’ve given her too much attention, and I’ll have to remedy that. Sucks because her pussy is tight, but at the same time, I’m not about to let some cunt squeeze my balls like they belong to her.
Nope, not about to happen. I saw what my mom did to my dad, and what my aunt did to my uncle then to my dad. Women are nothing but conniving bitches who use their bodies to get what they want.
Hence what my main problem with Amethyst is— she used her looks to get a job here and used her body to provoke all the men around to want her.
It wouldn’t be so bad, and I wouldn’t care so fuckin’ much, if it weren’t for the fact this bitch is under my skin and I don’t even know her real name.
However, that’s about to change. Amethyst is in for a rude awakening as I’m about to take control and she’s going to answer to me as I take possession of her.
She’s about to become mine to own.
2
Victoria
Over the last two years, I’ve worked at several different places, but working at Dolly’s Playhouse, I think, is my favorite of them all. Since being here, I feel like I’ve finally found my place. Well, besides the one dark cloud that seems to always be lurking.
Tracker.
Ever since I first started dancing here, he’s hated me. All because I rebuffed his attempt in getting a lap dance from me. It was my one stipulation with working in a strip club. I didn’t do private dances of any sort. Because of this I became one of the favored girls here. Men and women alike came in just to watch me. Then after the show, if they had the money, some would get a private room from the brothel part of the club.
Others would just grab one of the other strippers and get them to give them the lap dance. Sometimes they do this right in the main room so they can watch the show at the same time.
After Stoney and the club promoted me to manager, I was ecstatic. I loved the fact I was being trusted with such an amazing job. Even if at times it was a headache. Like for instance, dealing with Gia and Dixie, who seem to hate me for reasons I don’t know. Then other reasons, like what happened today, where I had to fire two of the dancers for doing drugs.
I’m not even worried about the part where they’d been sucking their dealers dick and balls at the same time. That’s a normal thing around here seeing someone have sex.
Not that I’d know anything about sex besides what I’ve seen. That’s what happens when you’re a virgin at twenty. I should feel self-conscious about the little detail, but I don’t. I see it as something special I’m not going to just give away without it going to the right person.
Sad part is, in my head, the person I want to give my virginity to despises me.
How dumb do I have to be to want Tracker?
It hurts every time I see him with Dixie and Gia. Doesn’t help those two are constantly bragging about his dick.
Maybe they’re the reason I decided to get back on stage tonight after months of not performing. To prove to myself that I can be seen as someone sensual and provocative. Foolish to think I know, but when you have beautiful thin women surrounding you all day, they can make you feel inferior.
Several times I’ve heard more than one member of the staff joke that the only reason I even got the promotion to manager is because I wasn't good enough to be a stripper. That I was the laughing stock of the club because I wouldn’t give lap dances.
I might see it differently, but their words always worm their way in, and I begin to doubt myself. It’s always the same from the way my parents treated me to Parker and now these women.
Sure, I love this place. The customers and even most of the guys are great to be around. For the most part, I can ignore the vindictive bitches, but then Tracker has to come in. He throws me off kilter.
Seeing him at his usual table with Dixie in his lap, I took a breath and closed my eyes while I did the first routine. As it came to an end and the second song started, I open my eyes to find Tracker standing up. He must be heading to one of the private rooms like always.
My heart begins to pound in my chest when Dixie storms away from Tracker and his gaze is firmly on me. Well then, since his attention is on me, I might as well make this a dance he’ll never forget.
Lifting my hands to my neck, I unclip the back of my top and let it slide off my shoulders. Right as the top would have shown my nipples to the crowd, I turn away from them and let the material drop to the floor.
Grabbing hold of the pole in the middle of the stage, I do a move I’d only ever done in private. With a deep breath, I hoist myself up on the pole and climb close to the top. Tightening my legs, I let go of the pole and freefall backward until my back is pressed to the cool metal. I stay like this for the briefest moment before grabbing the pole with my hands and loosen my legs enough to kick out into an upside-down split.
The roar of the crowd spurs me on as I wrap one leg back around the pole and lift myself to where I’m hanging sideways in the air with my other leg bracing me. As I do this, I open my eyes and find Tracker not standing near his table but directly in front of the stage. The narrowing of his eyes tells me he's more than pissed right now.
Well, whoop-de-freakin-doo. Nothing new there.
Wanting to finish my time tonight on stage with a bang, I run my hands along the sides of my breast at the same time I arch my back. Using the leg I’m bracing myself with, I quickly wrap it around the pole and begin to swing as I descend to the floor. Just as I make it close enough, I place my hands on the stage and kick out to do a cartwheel, making sure to keep my back to the crowd.
“Give it up for Amethyst,” Blain, the club DJ, calls out as catcalls and whistles fill the silence of the room.
I barely take a step to exit the stage before I find myself being swung around and hoisted over someone’s shoulder. No, not someone— Tracker. I’d know the smell of his cologne anywhere. It’s an intoxicating scent.
“What the hell are you doing?” I yell as soon as we’re away from the crowd.
“Shut the hell up,” Tracker growls, smacking my ass as he storms down the hallway heading to my office. I don’t have to see where I’m going to know.
It’s my job to know the ins and outs of this building and I take my job as manager seriously. If I didn’t, I’d have lost my position a long time ago. That’s why I’d gone on stage tonight, to fill in for the two I had to fire.
“You have no right to hit me, asshole,” I screech, kicking my legs and smacking his own ass. By doing this, he releases me and
I’ve gained my freedom.
However, he only did this to shove me onto the couch and cover me with his body as he presses his lips to mine, plunging his tongue into my mouth.
Oh God, I know this isn’t a dream, is it?
3
Tracker
What the fuck am I doing?
Kissing Amethyst shouldn’t be this good. She mews as I grind into her and grip her hair in my hands. Damn, she tastes fuckin’ amazing.
I need more of her.
Now.
Ripping my mouth from Amethyst’s, I make my way down to her tits and suck one into my mouth. Damn, I could suck on these for days. But right now, I have more pressing matters at hand, like getting my cock deep inside her.
Amethyst moans and arches her back as I rotate between both her tits, sucking and nipping at her nipples.
Moving one hand between the two of us, I grip the thin material covering her pussy and rip it from her body. Cupping her pussy, I find her soaked and ready. Quickly, I unbuckle and unbutton my jeans, drawing the zipper down, and pulling my cock out. I line myself up with her entrance.
“Tracker,” Amethyst moans.
Damnit, I don’t want to hear her voice right now. Lifting my head from her tits, I plunge my tongue into her mouth at the same time I sink as far as I can into her with my cock.
Amethyst screams into my mouth as her nails bite into my back. Fuck, she’s tighter than I’d ever thought possible.
With fast and furious thrusts, I take out my anger toward her on her body, fucking her with little compassion as I seek my own release. After watching her dance on that fuckin’ stage and the show I know she put on just for me on that pole, I could blow at any moment.
Thrusting even harder into her, I continue to kiss her, absorbing her screams as her pussy clamps down on my cock as she comes. Her coming triggers my own release and I rip my mouth from hers and roar out her name.
Long moments later, I pull out of her and sit back on my hunches as I stare down at the gorgeous woman beneath me. Seeing her lips swollen from our kiss makes me want to kiss her some more. Lifting my gaze to meet hers, all thoughts of anything sexual leave me as I take in the tears in her eyes.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask as I lift a hand to wipe the tears away.
Amethyst shakes her head in denial yet the tears seem to keep coming.
Glancing down between us, I realize two things as the blood in my veins freezes. One, which I know for a fact, is I didn’t use a condom. The other, I’m not so sure about.
“Were you a virgin?” I ask through clenched teeth without looking up.
“Y-ye-yes,” Amethyst murmurs as she tries to slide out from beneath me.
At her confirmation, I jump up from between her thighs as if her skin were scorching my own. “Motherfuckin’ hell,” I yell, shoving my cock back into my jeans, not bothering to clean myself off. I’ll do that shit at the clubhouse.
I need to get out of here, clear my damn head of what I’ve just done. Not only did I take her bareback, I took her virginity.
“Fuckin’ hell,” I growl, gripping my hair in my hands as I spin in a circle and land my gaze on the woman I’d just taken like she were any other bitch. “Why didn’t you stop me?”
Amethyst doesn’t answer me and instead looks away.
“Why?” I roar. I don’t miss her slight flinch at my voice.
“Because I didn’t,” she murmurs as she stands and winces.
Fuck, I’d hurt her.
“That’s not an answer, Amethyst. Now, tell me the fuckin’ truth for once,” I growl as I stalk toward her. Gripping her arms, I pull her against me.
“I’ve never lied to you,” she states as she furrows her brows.
“Like hell you haven’t. Ever since you came here, you’ve been lying,” I snap.
“What have I lied about? I’ve told you all whenever I’ve seen something that isn’t right. I’ve made sure to inform the club when something happened,” she says defensively.
“You lied on your application about who you are and where you’re from,” I grind out.
“What does that have to do with you or my job? When I applied for my job, the previous manager said there was a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy. As long as I kept my nose clean and followed the rules, no one would bother me,” she retorts.
“That might be the case for some but not you, Ice Princess,” I growl.
“Don’t call me that,” she mutters, turning her head to the side. But I don’t miss the tears beginning to form again in her eyes.
“Why not? That’s what you are, isn’t it? I mean, you want to act like a frigid bitch toward me but be as sweet as can be to everyone else. I’m surprised you were even a virgin,” I bark.
“Fuck you, Tracker. Let go of me so I can get dressed. And you can take this as my resignation. I quit,” she screams as she tries to yank herself away from me. Tears are rolling down her cheeks.
“Why are you quitting? Because I called you out? Fucked you?” Yeah, I know I’m a fuckin’ ass, but Amethyst gets under my fuckin’ skin and I can’t stand that shit.
“It doesn’t matter because as soon as I get my clothes, I’m out of here, asshole. So let me the fuck go. You won’t ever have to see me again.” She hiccups as she continues to try to get out of my hold.
“You’ve got one thing right so far, Ice Princess.” Amethyst narrows her gaze and lifts her knee, trying to connect with my balls. “Don’t try that shit again,” I snarl as I release her. “As I was saying, you got one thing right, you’re out of this fuckin’ place. But you’re wrong about the rest. Me never seeing you again won’t be happening because as of right now you belong to me, Victoria. I fuckin’ own you.”
Speaking her real name for the first time, I see her eyes widen in fear. I’m sure I should feel some semblance of regret, but I don’t. Nerd and I had a DNA test done on her when we couldn’t find out anything else about her. Neither of us had expected to find out the woman who got under my skin was the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the States, Mr. Benjamin Caron, the governor of Louisiana.
4
Victoria
My heart stops in my chest as Tracker says my real name, a name only Raven has called me in the last two years since she helped me escape the horrible nightmare called my life.
I’m not Victoria anymore. At least, that’s what I tell myself, and hearing him call me by that name is like rubbing salt into a wound. A wound he split wide open. The way he says my name full of hatred all directed toward me. I don’t know what I’ve ever done to him, but he always treats me like I’m incompetent the way my parents always did.
And that name, Ice Princess.
I hate when he does that. It always reminds me of home and how my mother and father would treat me like the princess in front of their friends then freeze me out and act as if I were a whipping girl rather than a whipping boy for their pleasure. I’d have to pretend my entire life to be someone in front of those who my parents called friends. Behind closed doors it was an entirely different story.
My mother monitored my every movement. I was banned from going into the kitchen for anything not even water. I had to eat whatever she gave which was hardly anything at all. Plain salads, with the occasional small piece of chicken or fish for protein. That was my life, a life I escaped from with the knowledge I’d be marrying someone just as horrible as both my mother and father. Parker stated just that at the dinner we all had together the night I left.
I barely contain the shiver that courses through my body as I think of that night. I can still hear my mother calling out Parker’s name. Thankfully, I didn’t see the act at play. It’s bad enough I heard it. That’s the life I would have lived, not knowing who my husband would be fucking each night as he controls my every move. It would only be a marriage of convenience for everyone around me. Yet, I would be nothing but a prisoner, only to be let out when it was time to pretend we’re all one big happy family.
Now he
re Tracker is, standing in front of me, claiming he owns me.
Like hell he does.
I didn’t escape one hell to be a possession in another. Nope, not fucking happening.
“That’s not my name anymore,” I grind my teeth together as I divert my gaze away from him.
Why does he have to be so damn gorgeous?
God, I just need to get dressed, go home, grab my emergency go bag, and leave. Forget my feelings for this man. He’s already proven I’m nothing to him and never will be. Take what we just did for instance. Not even five minutes ago he was taking my virginity, and before that he’d been sitting in the main room making out with Dixie.
Asshole.
“Think what you want, babe, but it is your legal name. Unless you’ve changed it in the last twenty-four hours,” he says starkly as he grabs a hold of my arm, once again drawing me into his body.
“Leave me alone,” I mutter as I attempt to get out of his hold.
“Not a chance,” he chuckles.
Chuckles. That asshole has the nerve to act as if this whole mess is a joke. Well, maybe to him it is but to me it’s my life.
“Look, Tracker, you don’t like me so just let me go and leave me alone. By tomorrow, you won’t have to worry about me, I’ll be out of the way,” I say as I push against his chest. Which is pointless since he’s nothing but pure muscle and doesn’t budge.
“Already told you, princess, so don’t make me repeat myself. You should know by now I don’t like to repeat myself,” Tracker smirks while running one of his hands down to cup my bare ass.
“Can you please let me put my clothes on?” I murmur, feeling more naked than I already am.
“Yeah, you can get dressed,” he grins, letting go of me so I can do just that. Unfortunately, thanks to him, I need to throw these scraps of clothing away and find something else. Thank God I keep a spare change of clothes here. It’s something Raven always tells me— make sure you keep extra items with you, because you never know what could happen.
