by Claire Adams
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I waited for at least an hour after Roxanne’s shift started before I headed into the club. I didn’t want to do anything that would put her at risk or make it look like we knew each other any more than a normal client relationship. I was prepared to be the John that Roxanne took home if anyone asked. I was also loaded down with plenty of cash.
I couldn’t decide if it would be best to focus on Roxanne during the night or to make it look like I had moved on to a different woman. I weighed both possible options in my head as I walked into the club.
Roxanne probably had plenty of super fans who came only to see her, and I didn’t think it would seem too outrageous if I were one of those fans. But I could also see the benefit of being the type of guy who didn’t care about any one individual and wanted a new woman each night. It seemed like a good idea to take the spotlight off of Roxanne, so I decided to pay attention to other girls throughout the evening.
My only regret about my decision was that Roxanne and I hadn’t really talked about that part of the plan earlier in the day. I hoped it wouldn’t be too much of a shock to her when she saw me flirting and spending time with the other girls.
I managed to find a table near the back of the room and away from the bright lights of the stage. I was much more comfortable in the back than I had been so close to the front. When the waitress introduced herself, I started in on the persona I wanted to project for the evening.
“Hey darlin’, what can I get you?” she asked me.
“You, because you look delicious,” I said as I maintained eye contact.
It was a balance of being confident, cocky, and charming. I had plenty of practice over the years to fall back on for experience.
“You can’t have me, but I can get you a drink if that will curb the sting of my rejection.”
I laughed out loud at her wit. She was certainly a feisty one. With her blonde hair pulled back and glasses on, I could tell she wanted to project a feeling of intelligence to the men she served. My guess was that she was a student at the local university and had found the financial benefit of working in a strip club far outweighed the negative aspects. I did find it interesting that she was only a waitress because her body was built to strip. She had huge breasts and a tiny waist, with a booty that I just wanted to slap as she turned around.
“I’ll take vodka on the rocks,” I said before she walked away.
The stage had become dark and the announcer came on to introduce the next act. The anticipation of the crowd was incredible and everyone seemed even more excited than they had been when “Roxy” had come onto the stage the first time I was there.
“You know her. You love her. You want to bang her until she screams. Welcome to the stage Ms. Ally!”
The crowd got on their feet as they cheered for her to come to the stage. It was a cute little blonde who stood barely five feet tall. Her breasts were enhanced to an unusually large size and her tiny waist and hips made her look irregularly proportioned. She certainly wasn’t the type of girl I normally would go after. Not that I had been chasing after any women lately. In the last few weeks, I had been busy researching the Ana case.
Her dance focused on her breasts and that seemed to keep the whole audience happy. As she shook them, she would sometimes let the guys put their faces between them and she would squeeze their heads. It seemed like an unusual sexual fetish, but who was I to judge.
When her set finished and my waitress brought me my drink, I knew it was time to move my plan forward. I couldn’t just rely on Roxanne to get the answers for everything. If it were possible for me to get my own answers, that would be ideal.
“Get her over here to see me,” I said to the waitress after Ms. Ally left the stage.
I handed my waitress a hundred-dollar bill to ensure she would get the lovely Ms. Ally to my table right away. Even if the waitress thought I was the scum of the earth, $100 was an easy way to change her mind.
Sure enough, less than two minutes passed before Ms. Ally was straddling the chair next to me and stroking my arm as we talked. It was delightful to have a woman so interested in my every word, even if she was pretending. I could pretend, too, though. I had been an investigator for a very long time, and there were many skills I liked to use.
On the stage, I heard them announce Roxy, and it took everything I had inside of me not to look up at her. I only lasted about a minute before I had to see what she was doing for her dance that night. Roxanne had the perfect figure with sensual curves and a toned tight ass. I found myself looking up at her several times throughout my conversation with Ms. Ally.
“Do you want to go to the back rooms?” Ms. Ally asked me.
“I’d love to,” I said as I handed her a stack of cash.
She didn’t stop to count it, but I saw her glance at it to ensure it was all hundreds before she led me to the back room. As we passed the stage, I briefly glanced up and saw a death stare coming from Roxanne. If a look could kill a guy, the one she gave me was certain to knock me over dead.
Ms. Ally brought me to a back room and proceeded to dance and move in her seductive practiced dance. Every move she made seemed so rehearsed and not at all similar to my time in the room with Roxanne. At the end of the dance, Ms. Ally pressed her large breasts around my face and held me tight into her. I obliged her and shook my head in delight at the fullness of her chest.
“Did you know a girl named Ana?” I asked as we finished up and were saying our goodbyes.
“Not really. She danced here for a night before Stephano decided he wanted to keep her for himself. I think she moved in with him and everything.”
“Oh, that’s cool. I just wanted to see her dance again if she was around.”
“You come back anytime and you can see me dance.”
“So, she has a boyfriend?”
“Sort of. My boss, Stephano, usually picks girls that he wants to keep at his house and she was one of them. Lucky for her, I guess. He’s over on that rich island downtown. I hear he spoils them with lots of money and they usually move on and start new lives. None of them ever end up back here.”
“So, there is no way I could see her? He doesn’t let her dance?”
“Not unless you want to go to his house on Star Island,” she said as she laughed and left the room.
My gut got itself tied in a knot at her words. Star Island was impossible to get to without passing through security. The wealthy elite lived there and with only one road from the mainland, it was nearly impossible to sneak on the island undetected.
As we walked out of the private rooms, Ms. Ally took off into the crowd to find herself the next victim of the night. I looked up and saw Roxanne as she approached me quickly. Her eyes said that she was not happy and for a brief moment, I just wanted to turn and run the other way.
Chapter 6
ROXANNE
Did Jackson seriously come to the club to flirt with other dancers or was he trying to find Ana? As I took the stage, I saw him flirting with Ms. Ally and it disgusted me. Her fake ass tits and ass were nothing that any of the men should fawn over. But I especially didn’t think a guy like Jackson would be into a girl like that.
I couldn’t concentrate on my dance because every time I looked over at Jackson, he was staring into the eyes of Ally, or actually, staring into her breasts. Then he had the nerve to just get up in the middle of my set and walk with her to the private rooms.
There was no way Ally had any information on Ana and I really couldn’t see what other possible reason Jackson would have to spend time with her. I risked my life coming back to the club and Jackson didn’t give a damn. He was more interested in having some slut shake her ass in his face than he was about actually finding Ana. I had to wonder if his brother Chase had asked me to help with the case just to make sure Jackson stayed on course.
When I finished my dance, I made my way through the audience and was totally willing to break into Jackson’s room and interrupt his lap dance. Who did he think
he was? We were supposed to be working together to find Ana.
Some people didn’t have very good work ethics. I knew how to work hard and had spent most of my life working my ass off. I didn’t care what Jackson’s explanation was, there was no reason for him to be in that room with Ally.
Ally was one of those girls who looked as fake as could be and everything she said was fake, as well. She didn’t know up from down half of the time, so it baffled me beyond words to see that Jackson had chosen her to go into the back room with. There was no useful information that could have come from that conversation. Men were disgusting, though, and I could only assume he was going to make up some reasoning why the girl with the biggest breasts in the club was the one he needed to talk to.
I had spent the first hour of my night socializing with women I hated in an effort to find out where Ana could be. I had made a big story up about her stealing my money and I hated the idea of purposely lying. Ana was a good person and even if it was for a good cause, I didn’t like making her look bad in front of people.
Luckily, one of my friends had remembered seeing Ana at Stephano’s house during a party a few days before. She said Ana looked all drugged out and Stephano wouldn’t let her leave his side. It was a good lead, and I needed to find Jackson to tell him about it. At least one of us had actually been working that night.
As angry as I was with Jackson, it wasn’t going to prevent me from doing the job that I was there to do. I was getting paid a quarter of a million dollars for my work and I was going to do a damn good job. Maybe I looked like just a stripper to Jackson, but I knew how to work hard and I didn’t take handouts from anyone. I was going to make sure Chase got his money’s worth as I helped to find Ana.
When I saw Ally and Jackson as they walked out of the private room, I couldn’t help the anger that built up inside of me. Who did he think he was? A woman was missing and he was just fucking around with that whore. It was absolutely and totally uncalled for and I wasn’t going to keep working with a guy like that.
“Get in that room,” I said as I walked straight up to Jackson and pointed to the empty room he had just left.
“Ralph, I’m about to go a little dominatrix on this guy. No worries, though, you don’t need to step in.”
Ralph was my favorite bouncer, and he knew me better than anyone in the club. He was a normal guy who happened to get stuck in the world of strip clubs just like I had. He liked the pretty girls and the excitement of the nights. Plus, the girls always gave him extra tips for keeping the scumbags away from them during the night.
“Wait a second, Roxanne, I don’t know why you’re so pissed, but I was just trying to get some information about Ana,” Jackson said calmly as he sat down on the couch in the room.
His constant calm demeanor was annoying as hell. Didn’t anything get him worked up? But purely the fact that he felt the need to tell me what he was doing showed that he knew it wasn’t a good idea.
Anytime a guy got so defensive right away, I knew it was a sign that they were telling me a story. A guy who didn’t need to tell a story didn’t get defensive. Jackson had seemed like he was different than other guys the night before. I even felt like I liked him. But seeing as he liked girls like Ally, it was obvious he wouldn’t like someone like me anyways. We were totally different.
“You didn’t need to take that whore back to a private room to ask her a question. You could have just handed her a hundred-dollar bill. She’s a cheap trick.”
“Dance for me Roxanne.”
“What? I’m not going to dance for you. You’re a jerk.”
“There are cameras in here, remember. If someone’s watching, they will think it’s odd that we are just talking and you aren’t dancing.”
He was right and I absolutely hated him for that. I had worked so hard to blend in throughout the night it would be irresponsible for me to not dance and, at least, make it look like I was putting on a show for the man I had in my private room.
Most of the time, one of Stephano’s goons was watching the video, but sometimes Stephano himself was around. He would know something was up already just because of how I was talking to Jackson when he first came into the room. Normally when I brought a guy back to the room, I would be super sweet to him, trying to butter him up. I certainly hadn’t been sweet to Jackson when I brought him back into the room.
“I’ll dance, but there will be no touching tonight,” I said firmly.
“No touching by you either then,” Jackson said with a sly smile.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean? I don’t want to touch you.”
“Well, you were singing a different tune last night when you reached into my pants and started to stroke my cock.”
I continued my dance for Jackson, but it was purely for the cameras. I had no idea what he was talking about and felt like he was just trying to get me all worked up. I would remember if I had wrapped my hand around his cock. I doubted it would be something I could have forgotten so quickly.
“What are you even talking about? That never happened,” I said.
I turned my back to him as I tried to remember what had happened the night before. I remembered having a nightmare and asking him to stay. But we both turned in opposite directions and went back to sleep.
It had been actually one of the best nights of sleep I had had in a very long time. Having him there with me had finally given my body the safety it needed to fall asleep. But what was he talking about? I hadn’t stroked his cock. I would have remembered if my hand had been around his throbbing member.
Then just as the thought crossed my mind, I remembered the dream I had woken up from earlier in the morning. I had been dreaming about Jackson being naked in my bed. I had dreamt that my hand was stroking him as I got ready to slide on top of him and ride him like a horse.
Oh, shit!
It hadn’t all been a dream. The feeling of his smooth cock in my hands rushed back through my memory and I knew he was speaking the truth. But there was no way in hell I was going to admit to that. No way was I going to give him the satisfaction of knowing I remembered the delicious feel of his hard body between my fingers.
As I danced for Jackson, I felt the need to torture him a little. My anger about Ally had died down, but I did still want to torture him.
“I found out some good information about Ana,” Jackson said.
“Really? What did you find out?”
I turned around and removed my top as I moved in front of him. The look on his face was one of a man using all his energy not to look at my tits. I straddled him and forced my breasts to be right in his vision as I thrust my hips on top of his cock.
“What happened to no touching?” Jackson said as he kept his hands on the couch.
“I changed my mind.”
He was hard, of course, but he tried his best not to move his hips against me. He tried, but he wasn’t going to win this battle.
I wondered if he had been hard from Ally dancing for him or if it was just for me?
“Well…” he said as he tried to keep his train of thought. “Um, I found out that she is probably at Stephano’s home.”
I reached down and grabbed Jackson’s cock and adjusted it through his pants so he could feel me as I glided on top of him. I couldn’t stop myself. It felt good to be on him. It was fun to see his face as he tried to keep things professional while his cock was hard as could be.
“Oh, yeah. That’s what I heard, as well. I also heard she was drugged up and Stephano wasn’t letting her leave his side.”
I grabbed hold of the back of the bench and thrust my hips hard against Jackson. The music was loud, and I knew the bouncer wasn’t going to come in. I didn’t know if anyone was watching on the security cameras, but it didn’t really matter. Plenty of girls fucked their clients in the back rooms. I was just playing with my client; it wasn’t anything unusual.
“Alright, you can back off a little.”
Jackson had started to look pretty
damn uncomfortable as I straddled him. He wanted to stay strong, but his body’s reaction to me was too much for him. It was fun to torture the poor guy, especially after finding him with Ally.
“What do you mean? I thought you liked it when giant breasts were in your face?” I joked.
“I only came back here so I could ask her questions about Ana.”
“Oh, so she didn’t do this to you?” I said as I pressed his face in between my breasts.
Jackson didn’t respond to me and instead grabbed my breasts to hold them tight around his face. He shook his face and made a motor boat noise as his lips vibrated. I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him motor-boating my tits.
“I did that,” he said as he pulled away for a second.
Then he grabbed my nipple in his mouth and sucked on it hard. Instantly, I let out a moan as my body reacted to the feeling of his warm lips wrapped around me. He pulled my nipple tight into his mouth and I arched my back in pleasure as he did so. I didn’t think he would up the ante and actually suck on my tit. But I was oh so glad he did.
“Oh, well…that isn’t allowed here,” I said as I reached my hand between my legs and unzipped his pants.
I wrapped my fingers around his cock and pulled him out of his pants. The harder he sucked on my nipple, the firmer I stroked him. Two could play this game.
“Did Ally do this?” I asked as I rubbed him.
“Yep.”
“She did not!” I protested.
Jackson broke out into laughter. It was nice seeing him smile. He was so serious all the time. I could deal with him much better if he would just smile more often. I knew our job was serious and I was taking it seriously, but it was alright to show your teeth and smile when something was funny.
I wanted to slip my body on top of his engorged cock so badly. I just wanted to feel the sweet relief of an orgasm. It had been so long and I had a huge cock only inches away from me, just waiting to make me moan.
I really had never spent that much time with a guy in recent years. Well, not with a guy that wasn’t gay. Most men I came into contact with were clients and I never saw them outside of the club. I felt a weird connection with Jackson. I still hated that he had brought Ally into the back room, though. I could almost guarantee that she put her tits up to his face and she probably tried to get him to pay for sex, as well. She was a damn whore and Jackson could stay away from her, that was for sure.
