by S. Donahue
“Dude, you got a fucking thing for Tiffany.”
“I do not.”
“Keep lying to yourself.”
Was I being that obvious? Joella and I need to have a talk.
Billy walked up to them and apologized to Philip who looked just as pissed as me. Yeah, she had that kind of effect on people. Candy walked over to smooth everything over and took the guy upstairs.
I entered my office and started pacing back and forth. I didn’t know what to say to her and I was so jealous my ears were ringing. It didn’t matter round one was about to begin. Joella came barging into my office and slammed the door. I’m sure everyone out in the club heard it.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“Calm down.”
“No. You need to calm down. First of all, you made me look like a fool. Secondly, you have no right. I can defend myself. Philip was a nice man. We were talking,” she said defending him.
“Really, no. He’s not nice. He wanted to fuck you and he will tell you anything you want to hear to make that happen. No matter what rules I enforce, private rooms are just that. I can’t put cameras in there and I can’t control everything that happens in there. Security is outside the door, but only comes in when you tell them.”
“I’m a big girl. I can handle myself,” she pleaded.
“So what were you going to do in there?”
“Talk, dance, flirt.”
“Bahahahahaha. You’re naïve and plus it’s not going to happen.”
“Don’t laugh at me and don’t tell me what to do. I am my own person who happens to be undercover, you know… for you. I didn’t ask to be here. I’m making the best of it.”
“I know. Don’t remind me. I can’t have you do this.”
“Well genius, what do you propose I do?” she asked sarcastically.
“You can only perform on stage and lap dances, which is pushing it, but at least I can see you.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Joella, I’m trying here.”
“What’s the fucking deal? Why are you being like this?”
“I can’t see you with another guy. I want you all to myself. There I said it.”
“It’s not going to happen. I’m not getting involved with you.”
She hurt me with those words. I moved in closer to her. She looked so fucking sexy. I put my face up to her ear. “I know you want me as much as I want you. I can prove it to you. She stood still without moving her folded arms which were across her chest. I unfolded them and grabbed her hand. I put it up against my mouth and kissed it. She looked at me blinking her eyes. I took her finger and put it in my mouth and ran my tongue around it. Then I took two fingers and put both of them in my mouth and sucked them hard. I reached forward and took her earlobe in my mouth all while standing there. “I can make you come, just standing here,” I said.
“Why are you doing this to me? I need to resist you. I don’t have room for you in my life,” she said.
I ignored her questions. I lifted her dress over her head. She was standing in front of me with a bra, thong and heels on.
“Before you go out there and dance for anyone else, I want you to dance for me.”
“What?!”
“You were so easily going to dance for Philip.”
“That’s my pretend job. I’m not a stripper and you know this.”
“I refuse to see you with another man.” I pulled her in to me and kissed her. This time she didn’t pull away. I shoved my tongue in and out of her mouth. I moved down to her breasts. I bit her nipple through the fabric of her bra.
“Come here, I begged seductively.
She followed me to the sofa. I sat down and pulled her ass on top of me. I reached up and put some slow jams on the IPod. I put my hands on her hip and guided her up and down over my hard aching cock. This grinding made me want to take her to my house right now. She moved my hands away.
“Oh, Brendan. I’m so hot right now. Keep your hands on the sofa,” she whispered.
“No way, I want to feel you.”
“No.” She turned around and was rubbing her ass against my dick. I wanted to throw her on the ground and fuck her right then and there.
“Come here,” I requested. I kissed her again.
“Joella, I want you so bahd.”
“I have to go back out there. I am dancing on stage and they are going to be looking for me. You have to stop being obvious. You will blow my cover.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, kissing her again. She was driving me crazy. “Can you at least tell me you want me too?” I asked.
She leaned over. “I want you, but we have to be careful. You need to control yourself. Promise me.”
“It’s very hard. I want to kill every guy that touches you. Can we continue where we left off tonight?” I asked. Hopefully she wanted this too.
“No.”
I couldn’t believe she said no after she just told me she wanted me.
“Are you playing games with me?”
“Brendan, you are hot. You make me hot. You turn me on, but I’m not a stripper. I’m a detective.”
“I don’t see you as a stripper. I want Joella not Tiffany. Come here.”
“What do you want?”
“I just want to kiss you again. Joella, I want to pleasure you. I want to make you feel things you never knew you could. I want to take you to the top and bring you right back down and I want to hear you scream my name every time you do it.”
“I have to go before I end up letting you do all that to me,” she said seriously as she turned and left.
My dick was so stiff. I needed a release. I locked my door and sat back on the sofa. I unbuttoned my pants and let my cock free. It was so sore. I started to stroke it. I needed to take the pain away. I pushed my fist up and down harder and harder. My tension was so bahd. I thought about Joella riding my cock and her pussy contracting around me. This was making me hotter. I want to flip her over and take her from behind. I want to shoot come all over her back and ass. This pushed me completely over the edge. As I came, I cried out, “Oh fuck. Joella, I want you so bahd.”
I was definitely not going to be able to get through this night. I had to watch her perform on stage topless in front of all these men and then sleep in the room across from her once again. I never had a woman turn me on so fucking much before, not even my ex-wife.
***
I went back out to the main room. The show was about to begin. I went over to the main bar, which Mike always works with Corey as his backup. I really needed a drink. I don’t usually drink while I’m here, but today was an exception.
“Mike, can I get a Lager?”
“Do you want draft or bottle?”
“I’ll take a bottle.”
I took my beer from Mike and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Carmen sitting at my bar. He was a dirty dawg from down the way. He was always into some very bad things. He was dressed in a business suit and was buying two of his “friends” some drinks. I really didn’t feel like saying hi to him, but he was waving me over. This better not take long.
“Brendan, it’s been a long time,” he said.
I really wanted to say not long enough. “Yes, it has been. What brings you in tonight?”
“Billy invited me and I wanted to check out these fine women I hear so much about.”
“Well, have fun and enjoy yourselves. Mike, give them a round on me.”
“Thanks. Brendan. It was nice to see you.”
“Yeah, you too,” I lied.
I’m going to kill Billy. Why would he invite that asshole into my club? I needed to find him, but he was nowhere in sight. Joella was backstage getting ready to go on stage; hopefully she had her eye on him. I made my way to the table I had reserved in front for me. My best friend Patrick was meeting me here tonight. We went all through school together and beyond. I was his best man in his wedding a few years ago. There he goes.
“What’s up?” I said, shaking hi
s hand and patting his back.
“Nothing much.”
“I miss you man. I don’t get to see you much, since you’re married.”
“Yeah, I know. Leslie wants to have a baby, so we’ve been trying,” Pat said.
“That’s great news. I’m happy to hear it.”
“What have you been up to?” he asked me. I noticed him looking over at the bar. “What’s Carmen Fenner doing here?”
“That’s what I want to know. Apparently, Billy invited him.”
“Two dicks if you ask me. I’d watch them both.”
“I’m with you on that.”
When I see Billy he is going to get an ear beating, or maybe a physical one depending on how bad he pisses me off.
The show was about to start. My heart was beating so fast. I had no idea what Joella had planned. The lights went out and DJ Discharge’s voice came on the speaker.
“Welcome to Hush Nightclub where our entertainment is your ultimate fantasy. We have a great show for you tonight. Sit back, relax and enjoy. First up, we have a new dancer in the house tonight. Let’s make her feel welcome. Twisted Teaser!” he announced.
I laughed uncontrollably knowing she picked that name because of me. I was a little hard on her this morning and it wasn’t fair to her. I’m just under so much stress. The music started playing. It was a beat. What the fuck were they saying in the song? Oh My Gawd. The song was saying I want to see your peacock...cock...cock... I started choking on my beer. I put it down on the table.
The curtain opened and a vision appeared before me. She was dressed in a bright pink bra and thong set underneath a sheer black robe. She had on very high black stilettos. My heart dropped. The music continued to play. “Come on baby, let me see what you’re hiding underneath.” She walked forward and opened her arms. She teased the crowd and had their attention. She was making motions to them: Should she remove the robe or leave it on?
My fucking mouth was hanging open. I went to grab my beer and spilled it on the table. I was a mess. She tore off her robe, winked and threw it at me.
Patrick slapped me in the shoulder. “I think she wants you,” he said.
“I doubt it.” He had no idea.
She was playing the part of a teaser. She was making me nuts. I wanted to pull her off the stage and take her right there. I didn’t care who was watching. My fucking heart stopped right then and there. She put her hand on her panties and ran her fingers all the way up to her mouth and licked her finger. Then she was grinding up and down on the pole. My cock was so hard. I could probably hit her with it on the stage. She pulled her bra strap down on one side and then the other. This was bittersweet for me. I wanted to see her breasts, but not like this. I felt horrible for her.
She pulled off her bra and oh my fucking Gawd, she was perfect and hawt. I needed her tonight. All the guys in the place were screaming obscenities at her and gawking at her body. She was pushing her boobs together and dancing in front of them. Of course they weren’t allowed to touch her while she was on stage. I noticed she started acting weird. She was looking in a specific direction and then she was moving her head because they obviously were moving. I looked in that direction and Billy and Roxy were in the corner. It looked like they were arguing. I’m not sure what she saw, but she walked over to the stage in front of me and was pointing at me. She was coming down the steps at me. This was a bad idea, especially with her half naked. She jumped on my lap and straddled it. She started giving me a lap dance. Holy fucking hell, I couldn’t think clearly.
She whispered in my ear, “Billy’s up to something. He’s acting very weird. Watch him in case I can’t. My time is almost up and I have to go in the back and get dressed.”
Meanwhile, as she was speaking, her boobs were rubbing up against my chest and I was dying. If we had no clothes on, she would be riding my cock, that’s how hard she was grinding on me.
“You could have waited until you had clothes on to tell me. I’m about to come in my pants.”
“I thought I’d tease you some more,” she said sarcastically.
“You’re going to pay later, I promise,” I said with a smile on my face.
She rose from my lap and went back on stage. She danced some more and finished her act. DJ Discharge came back on. “Ok guys, wow… she is hot! Next up we have the sweet Candy Cane.”
When Candy came on stage and started her routine, I decided to go look for Billy. I told Patrick I would be right back.
“Uh-huh. I bet you need to cool off,” he joked.
I found Billy still in the corner with Roxy. I walked right up to him. He looked fucked up.
“Roxy, can you excuse us for a moment?”
“Sure, hot thing, whatever you want.” She reached over and pulled me to her by my shirt and put her hand on my face. “I can make you feel so much better than that nasty hoe, Tiffany. I’ll take you up to a room and show you what you’re missing,” she promised.
Now, I would never get with this woman in a million years, but I have the worst luck in the world. Joella walked toward us just as Roxy was touching me and it looked like we were in a moment. I knew she started questioning me in her head just by the look on her face. I would have to explain later, I tried to give her a look, but there were too many people around.
I pushed Roxy’s hand away. “Roxy, I’m not interested. Drop it. Billy, in my office now!” He followed me and she went a different way. I looked back at Joella and saw her standing there with her arms folded watching everything take place.
I slammed my door shut. “Billy, what the fuck is Fenner doing in my club? He said you invited him.”
Billy was slurring his words. He reeked of alcohol and I don’t know what else.
“I saw him on the Ave and gave him flyers. That was it.”
“Dude, you’re my blood. You better not be lying to me.”
“I love you man. I wouldn’t do that,” he said, with drool coming out of his mouth.
“You need to go home. I’m going to have Patrick drive you. I’m gonna close early tonight.”
“No, no. we need to make money.”
“You can’t even see straight.”
“I’m good.”
“You’re not good. You’re going home. Stay here. I’m getting Patrick.”
I needed someone to drive this jackass home. I couldn’t do it because I had to stay here and closes the club. I didn’t want Joella to do it because I didn’t trust Billy alone with her, especially in his condition.
Patrick was still watching the show when I returned.
“Pat, come in my office for a minute.”
“Okay,” he said, following me.
Billy was passed out when we got back. “Wake up asshole,” I said whacking my hand across his head.
“Come on!” Billy yelled.
“Can you drive him home, Pat? He’s wasted. I can’t leave the club.”
“Yeah, let’s get the loser in my car.”
“Fuck you, Mulligan,” Billy mumbled.
“Yeah okay,” Patrick laughed. And then we both started laughing at this piece of shit.
When Billy was gone, I felt some relief and less stressed, that was until I saw Carmen still sitting in my club.
“Where’s Billy at?” he asked.
“He went home.” What the fuck does he want with Billy?
“I saw him stumbling, probably the best decision. Some people never change.”
“I hear ya on that one. I have to go.”
“I wanted to ask you about that Tiffany girl. Can you hook me up with her or set me up with her in a room? I’ll pay whatever.”
This dude must be smoking crack if he thinks I’m letting him anywhere near Joella.
“I’m closing early tonight. I’m short-handed, maybe another time.”
“Okay,” he said smiling. “I’m going to have her.”
I’m going to kill this fucking guy. I need to remain calm and just make it home tonight without going to prison.
“Okay. I gotta go see the DJ.” He was watching me walk away, but then I saw him spot Joella. This couldn’t be good.
“Hey Discharge, make an announcement that we are closing in fifteen minutes.”
“You got it.”
I made my way to Joella to save her from the scum of the earth.
Chapter Eleven
Joella
I have been watching this guy all night, now he is coming toward me. I have no idea who he is.
“Hey, sexy lady.”
Oh, dear God. He couldn’t do better than that?
“Can I help you?” I said with an attitude.
“I think you’re very attractive. I’d like to take you home with me. Are you down with that?”
Is this guy nuts? He clearly wasn’t right in the head.
“I don’t know you, plus I’m already spoken for.”
“Can I take you to a private room and have you dance for me? I really enjoyed your show.”
Just as I was about to answer, the DJ came on the speaker and said the club was closing early. What a relief. Maybe this guy would give up. Brendan was on his way over.
“Maybe another time. We’re about to close and I’m getting ready to leave.”
“Is everything okay over here,” Brendan asked.
“It’s great, right? I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”
“It’s Carmen.”
“Great, Carmen,” I said smiling.
“I’ll be back to take you up on your offer,” Carmen said.
“Looking forward to it,” I said to him. I totally was not looking forward to it, but I could use it to my advantage to possibly get information.
Brendan’s face was turning different shades of red. I knew he was upset. I didn’t trust this guy, but I had the feeling that Brendan didn’t either.
“Come on, Fenner. I’ll show you out. I’m closing.”
“Brendan, you’re on edge, unlike the previous owner. He was more easy going.”
Previous owner? What the hell did that mean? Brendan didn’t look too happy with that statement.
“Yeah, well we’re two different people,” Brendan said.
I was making mental notes all day and adding some to my phone whenever possible. I needed to ask Brendan about the previous owner. I never even knew there would have been one.
