by Alison Mello
Princess,
Soon you will be mine to do with as I please. I can’t wait to use all of these beautiful toys on you and your gorgeous sister. You will be my sex slaves and will fill my every want and desire. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. I’m rock-hard as I sit here writing this note to you. Will you please use these and think about me?
Yours truly.
I collapse in the chair, panting and shaking. “My God, he’s going to rape me,” I say in barely a whisper.
Stone kneels in front of me. “Call Shane and her father,” he says to the security team, and then he turns to me. “Look at me.” When my eyes meet his, he says, “There’s not a chance in Hell we’re letting him anywhere near you. Please trust me on that.”
“How can you say that? We don’t even know where he is or when he plans to attack.” There’s total panic in my voice.
“You have security with you twenty-four-seven. There’s no way he’s getting past them.”
Shane comes running through the door. “I’m so sorry, baby. Are you okay?”
I run into his arms and that’s when I break down. “He wants to rape us,” I sob.
“Shh, no one’s going to touch you. Do you hear me?” I nod, but I’m still crying hysterically.
A minute later, my father walks through the door. He slips gloves onto his hands and begins inspecting the evidence. He questions the security detail about who delivered the stuff, but because it was a standard delivery service, it doesn’t help much.
“Listen to me, pretty girl. I’m going to take this stuff and get it processed. Trust me, we’re getting closer to catching him and when we do, I’m going to fucking kill him.” His face is full of hate as he says, “Then you’ll never have to worry again.”
Shane continues rubbing my back, consoling me. “Do you need me to stay?” Stone asks.
“Nah, we’re good.”
“Okay, call me if you need anything.”
He and my father walk out the door, locking it behind them.
“Come on, baby, let’s relax a little and then you can try to get some more work done.” Shane walks me to the couch, where I cuddle up into his side. I’m tired from the stress and lack of sleep, and in a matter of minutes, my eyes are heavy and I feel myself dozing off.
Chapter 15
Katie
Shane and I pull up to Club Heat at five minutes to noon, with the security team behind us. Since the club is closed, they can keep their distance while we talk business. Logan’s car is already here, so we make our way to the back door. It’s locked, so Shane pulls out his phone and calls Logan. “Hey man, we’re here.” A minute later, Logan appears at the back door to the club.
“How’s it going?” Logan asks, giving me a hug.
“It’s going,” I say, and update him on yesterday’s package incident.
“Oh man, this guy’s becoming a real creep,” Logan ushers us through the back of the club. The door we entered through leads to an employee room.
“Yeah, he’s really starting to piss me off,” Shane tells him.
“I’m sure he is. That’s partially why I wanted you to come in during the day. I figured it was safer for her, and it would give her a better view of the club. The girls are here practicing a new routine for the weekend with Clay, but other than that, we won’t be open until later tonight.” He walks us out to the main club area, and there’s definitely a classy feel to it. There’s a main stage with a few poles set up, and two smaller stages set up on either side with one pole each. There are classy red leather seats set up around all three stages.
The main stage is where the girls are practicing. I stop for a minute to watch them. “The girls do a few routines in groups and then they also do solo routines throughout the night. The stage is never empty from the time we open to the time we close.” The girls look amazing up there. They are very sexy, but they don’t appear at all trashy. As I watch, I secretly wonder if Shane is getting turned on by this show, but Logan interrupts my thoughts. “As you can see, I went with one really large bar here instead of two smaller ones like the other club.”
“Why?” I ask, curious.
“In a club like this, guys want to be close to the action. They want to be serviced. They’ll only sit at the bar if there’s nowhere else to sit. It made having two bars pointless, and it left me more room for small tables and seats.”
“That makes sense.” Glancing around the room, I notice the chairs by the stage are nicer than the ones that are around the tables.
Reading my mind, Logan says, “The chairs by the stage are reserved. You have to pay more than the cover charge to sit up front.”
I nod. “Do they fill up, and is there an added benefit sitting here and spending the extra money?”
“Most of the time it’s full, and how do you mean?”
“Do they have their own bar staff so they don’t have to wait as long for drinks? Do they get two free drink tickets for paying the extra?” I jot down notes to work on keeping these seats full. I look up to see Shane staring at the stage. I smile as I ponder giving him a show of his own tonight.
“There is one girl who serves drinks to the stages themselves, but I never thought to add any other perk to sitting up here. I figured being close the girls would be benefit enough.”
“You should think about it. What would it cost you to give each of the guys who sit here two free drinks?”
“That depends on what they order,” he replies, shrugging. “I’ll think about it. It may be worth it if it fills the seats every night.”
“Maybe you can work in that one of the girls gives each of them a quick lap dance or something. They would get a nice tip, and it would make other guys jealous so they’ll want one too.”
He nods and makes some notes on the pad he’s carrying. “Or maybe they do a small dance on the floor right in front of them.”
“Something like that.”
“Let me show you the back rooms,” he says as we walk to the left of the stage. I notice it takes Shane a second to realize we’re leaving the room before he follows. Logan and I look over our shoulders and laugh at the blush on his face when he realizes he’s busted.
Shane walks up behind me and whispers, “I’m sorry.”
I give him a dirty grin and whisper back, “You can show me how sorry you are later.” I continue down the dimly lit hall. There are two doors on either side. Each is a private room. The first two on either side are a bit smaller than the back two.
“I set this up so these back two rooms could be used for larger parties.” He opens the door and flicks on a light. The small room is lined with couches, and there are a few small tables scattered around the stage, on which there are two poles.
“This room looks great,” I tell him as I glance around. There are a few tables in the corners for food, if the party chooses to order some. “The other room this size is identical?” I question.
“Yes, come and I’ll show you the smaller room.” He turns off the light and shuts the door. He opens another door, showing us a much smaller room.
“We haven’t been using these two smaller rooms much, but what I’d like to do is rent them out for thirty-minute private shows. They can have up to five people in there with them.” I nod as I make note of his idea.
“Okay, so our mission is to promote the larger rooms for bachelor parties and other events, and the smaller rooms for thirty-minute private dances and fill those VIP seats. Is that right?” I ask Logan.
“In a nutshell,” he says.
“I want you to think about what you want to charge for the thirty-minute show. I would also consider creating a menu of five or six drinks that your VIPs can choose two of for free. Maybe one is any beer you have, and then four or five others. That way it keeps the cost down for you, and most of them probably drink beer anyway.”
“You’d be surprised. They drink martinis, scotch, and whiskey. It depends on the client,” he says.
I shrug. “If they can
afford to drink top shelf, they can afford the seat and they won’t care about the added perk. This is to get the stragglers who will think two free drinks is awesome. I’ll try to come up with some other ideas as well.”
“That’s fine. You have plenty to work on with Club Thrive, but I wanted you to see this place so you could keep some thoughts in the back of your head.”
Shane says, “Is there anything else she needs to know?”
Logan shakes his head. “Okay, I’ll see you Sunday, and in the meantime, I’ll check out the club’s website and do some research.”
“Thanks, Katie,” Logan gives me a hug.
***
We pull up to the house after grabbing a bite to eat on the way home. I spent the entire meal flirting with Shane: rubbing his leg under the table, sucking french fries into my mouth, licking my lips seductively, and so on. Shane released a slight groan, and it only fueled my fire. When we climb out of Shane’s truck, he takes my hand and pulls me toward the door. As soon as we’re in the elevator, he pins me to the wall. “You were driving me crazy in the restaurant,” he says, his face just inches from mine.
“Yeah, will it drive you crazy if I do this?” I reach for his cock and give it a squeeze through his jeans.
He shucks in a sharp breath of air. “Woman, if you’re not careful, I’ll take you right in this elevator.”
My brows shoot up as the elevator doors open. “No, you won’t. Our security team is waiting for this elevator.” I slip out from under his arms and walk into our apartment, with Shane following behind me. He slams the door shut behind him. I go straight to the bedroom, and he follows. When he gets there, he finds me pulling the chair from the corner and putting it in the middle of the room. I walk him over to it and push him down onto the chair. He crosses one leg over the other and rests his chin in his hand, waiting to see what I’m going to do next.
I have never been a stripper in my life, but I’m about to give him the best show I possibly can. I start slowly unbuttoning the collared shirt I’m wearing to reveal a sexy red lace bra. I reach around my back to unzip my pencil skirt. It falls to the floor, pooling around my ankles. I smile as I watch Shane adjust his cock in his pants. He looks me up and down. I’m wearing nothing more than a thong, bra, and my stilettos. He licks his lips and takes a deep breath trying to maintain control as I continue my show. Stepping out of my skirt, I slowly stroll toward him until I’m in front of him. When he doesn’t move, I bend over and lift his leg, placing it on the floor so both his feet sit flat. I spread my legs so I’m positioned over his lap, lowering myself so I’m sitting on him. I reach behind me and remove my bra and then shove my breasts in his face but make sure they don’t actually touch him. It makes him grunt as his cock twitches in his pants. I continue grinding on him as I glide my hands slowly over my breasts, pinching my nipples before I slip them down my body. His knuckles are white from holding onto the arms of the chair. He's holding onto his control by a thread and I'm about to snap what he has left. I rub my body over his as I stand to remove my thong, but that must do it, I have broken his last ounce of control because he stands, rips my thong from my body, and tosses me onto the bed.
“That was one sexy-ass show, but I’ve had enough watching; it’s time for touching, and I hope you’re prepared because I’m about to tease you as much as you teased me.”
I swallow hard, panting with excitement. I’m soaked and ready for him to take me. He quickly ditches his clothes and climbs up the bed, between my legs. He licks and kisses the inside of my thighs before he kisses my sex. I move to grind my hips, but his hands pin me down. He looks up at me and says, “You have two choices. You either lie still or I tie you down.”
“I’ll lie still,” I respond quickly, not wanting to waste time on ties.
“Good girl.” He lowers his face and licks slowly through my folds. I moan as his tongue flicks over my sensitive clit. He stops and slowly licks and kisses his way up my body to my breast. He sucks one into his mouth and bites down on my nipple and I whimper, as it borders on painful. He continues up my neck to my ear, where he whispers, “Are you wanting me yet?” I nod in response. He rubs his cock against my clit. “Is that what you want?” I bite my lip and nod again. “Well, you can’t have it yet. I want to taste you some more first.”
He runs the tips of his fingers slowly down my body. He barely touches me, but my body tingles in response. Lowering his lips to my sensitive bud with a chuckle, he licks through my folds, finding my hardened nub, sucking it into his mouth, and rolling his tongue over it. I’m fighting the urge to grind my hips for that bit of pressure I need to send me over, it’s right there and he knows it, but I lie still not wanting him to stop. My breathing is heavy and I’m biting my lip. I’m about to have the most amazing orgasm when he stops. Closing my eyes, I groan in frustration, he looks up at me, licking his lips. “What’s wrong, baby? Were you about to come?”
“You know I was close,” I tell him with a look that screams really?
“I’m sorry, but you taste so good, I just want it to last.” He starts licking me yet again. I’m fighting with all my might to not move, but it’s seriously killing me. My fists ball in the sheets as I struggle to hold still when suddenly, my body shakes from an earth-shattering orgasm. My hands go to his hair, holding him still as he continues his assault ensuring he gets every last drop.
“Flip over, baby, put that ass in the air for me,” he says, wiping my juices from his face. As soon as I flip over, he pulls my hips up and squeezes my ass. He surprises me when I feel him lick from my clit to my ass before he slips his cock inside me. He sits back on his heels, taking me with him so I’m sitting on his lap. Guiding my hips, he lifts me up and down so I move in sync with him. It feels so damn good. Leaning back, I press against his chest, grinding against his cock while he kisses my neck and nibbles my ear. He whispers, “Come with me, baby.”
Continuing my rhythm, I shout, “Now,” and just like that, we come together. He wraps his arms around me holding me as he releases his seed inside me.
“That was amazing. Please feel free to tease me anytime.” He lays us down on the bed.
I can’t help but giggle. “I figured, since you were enjoying the show, I would give you one of your own.”
“It was the best strip show I’ve ever seen.” He kisses me on the head. “Let’s go relax in the bath together.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Chapter 16
Katie
It’s been the week from hell. I’ve been stuck working from home all week, but tonight I get to go to the club with Shane. While I’m grateful the threat has seemed to have quieted down, I really need to get out of this house and have a fun night out. I smile as I glance in the mirror one last time. Shane walks in and says, “Are you ready, baby? We have to get going if I’m going to get the club open on time.”
I nod. “Thank you for agreeing to me coming out tonight. I really need this.”
“I’m fine with it as long as your security detail is with you. I put you in the same VIP spot I always put you in, so they’ll have an easy time keeping an eye on you. Plus, I’m moving Stone from the door to the floor.”
I’m grabbing my purse when my phone starts to ring. “Hey, Daddy,” I answer cheerfully.
“Don’t ‘hey, Daddy’ me. What the hell are you doing going out to the club tonight? The security team just called to inform me of your plans. Are you out of your mind?”
“Daddy, please stop yelling at me. I’m a grown woman, and I’ve done nothing but work all week. I need a break.”
He takes a deep breath. “Listen, this is not a wise decision.”
“I will be fine. Shane will be watching the cameras, Stone will be on the floor, I have a VIP section, and security will be with me. I can’t stay locked up in this house forever.”
“I know you’re a grown woman, and I’m sorry that this is happening. Every time we get close to grabbing him, we miss him.”
“I know you’
re trying your best, but you can’t expect me to stay locked inside like a prisoner.”
He sighs. “Fine, just promise me you’ll be careful.”
“I will. I promise.” My smile widens. “I love you, Daddy.”
“Yeah, I love you too.” Then the line goes silent. Part of me feels bad that he’s stressing out over me going out, but I’ve been stressing over this all week. I really need this break.
“Everything okay?” Shane asks.
“Yeah, it is now.” He opens the door, and we find one of the two security guys on the phone. I bite my lip to stifle my laughter because I can hear my father telling them if anything happens to me, it’s their balls. He nods, telling us to go, and they follow behind us as we make our way out to Shane’s truck.
When we’re safely inside, the guys get into their vehicle to follow us. We’re getting to the club before it’s even open. As soon as Shane opens the doors, the security team will scan the place to make sure it’s clear, per my father’s directions.
We pull up to the back of the club, where Shane parks his car to find Jonah and Stone already here and waiting for us. Jonah has a key, but Shane asked him to wait until we got there, to be safe. I think this is going a bit overboard. If I weren’t going to the club, the security team wouldn’t be doing a sweep, but my father set the rule for my safety and his sanity, so here they wait. I jump out of the truck with Shane as the security team parks behind me. Cole and Slade climb out, wearing jeans and polo shirts, trying to fit in with the crowd.
“How’s it going, guys?” Shane says as he shakes hands and man hugs both Stone and Jonah.
He unlocks the door and Slade, Cole, and Shane all go into to ensure it’s safe while I wait outside with Jonah and Stone. “I get the threat is real, but this is ridiculous. There’s no way the guy knew I was coming here tonight and if he did, how the hell would he have gotten into the club?” I ask with a sigh.
