by Eva Luxe
But now that I see her, I have nothing to say but well done, brother. Let this girl in anywhere.
She's standing on stage looking different from the other dancers. Sure, I've never seen her before, so that's a plus. So many dancers make their rounds from here to other clubs and back again that it’s rare to see someone new.
But this girl’s also got a completely unique fucking look. More wholesome. She's sure perfected the innocent little girl look.
The DJ cues Desire's music: Ariana Grande's "Dangerous Woman." Desire shimmies up the pole right away and amazes everyone by hanging upside down from it.
There's an audible gasp from some of the customers. And I don't have to look at the regular girls to know they're either wide-mouthed or rolling their eyes right now.
This woman's obviously a pro. She's almost too good to work at a place like The Fun House. We're known more for our back room VIP services than we are for the quality and fanciness of our dancers.
"Where did she say she worked before this?" I ask Marino.
"She didn't," he says.
Typical. Leave it to Marino to forget to ask the important details.
He sees the look on my face, and sneers.
"Whatever. I wasn't exactly conducting a formal job interview. I'm sure she's from Scores or Double Diamonds."
She slides down the pole and then gyrates her hips.
I can't believe I'm going to get to see this chick naked. Yeah, I know that's her whole fucking job but she does it well. Acts like an innocent little doe and makes you think she's never even done this before. She's very convincing.
My mind starts racing with the possibilities. Always the capitalist, I'm thinking about where this can take us.
The Fun House can become a classier, more upscale joint. Maybe wherever this Desire chick is from, she has some dancer friends that are just as good as she is at this gig. They'd be able to make our regular customers spend even more fucking money. And we might get some new customers in from bigger surrounding cities too.
But then Desire leans up against the pole and holds on to it as she spins around, showing me her ample ass. And I forget all about my favorite subject, capitalism. Because all I want to do is grab her and claim her as my own.
She spreads her legs wide and walks her hands down the pole. She's showing off her hot ass for me. I think about fucking her in the ass with my big cock. She shakes it at me as if she's wanting me to do just that.
Am I crazy or does she want me to fuck her? I know Marino told her it's my birthday, but I'm still surprised she's putting on such a good show just for me. I want to believe she wants me as badly as I want her.
Then she proves to me that she does. She crawls across the stage to me, her perfect breasts spilling out of her tiny top. She sits in front of me and starts taking it off. Her tits come tumbling out at me, or maybe for me.
She looks at me, as if inviting me to fuck her. Or maybe begging me.
And I look at her in a way that lets her know I plan to do just that.
Then I realize that this is going to be even a different kind of night than I'd ever expected. Because I look across the room and see that my brother is looking at Desire in the exact same way that I am.
Chapter 7 – Marino
Fuck. I’ve never seen anything as fucking beautiful as Desire dancing on stage.
She’s the perfect package that every guy wants: innocent looking on the outside, with a sweet little face and a banging body, but clearly dirty as fuck on the inside. From the way she shimmies out of her little clothes to the way she gyrates her perfect curves, she has “fuck me now” written all over her.
I almost wouldn’t believe she’s a stripper. But the way that she bends over and rubs her tits in Dante’s face shows me I’d be wrong. She’s definitely a pro.
Dante whispers something into her ear, and she turns and looks at me.
I shake my head at him.
No fucking way.
If he sends her over here to dance for me, I’m not going to be able to control myself. And that could be bad. Because this is his birthday, his special celebration.
Sure, we’ve shared girls before. We share everything. Well, not our cocks— we keep those for the ladies. But if one lady wants both of our cocks at once, who are we to say no? We aim to please.
But after Samantha, we had to make some rules. We can’t just go willy nilly gang banging every girl we see. Especially not girls who work at the club and who we’d have to be around a lot.
Desire slithers her way across the stage and then she’s in front of me, her beautiful body on display for me instead of for my older brother, the birthday boy. My cock perks up, ready to pounce. I want to plow it deep inside her.
But I can’t. And I’m mad at my brother for teasing me like this. He should know better.
Fucking Dante.
It’s not fair to ask me to just look and not touch.
And that’s exactly what he’s asking me to do. I can’t fuck her because he’s going to fuck her. And because she’s going to work here.
Of course she’s going to work here. We need fucking talent like this. Talent that looks like this. Moves like this. Makes us both want to fuck her like this. Even if it makes me want to be the only one— except for Dante of course— who can fuck her or even see her naked. That could be a real problem, since we need her to entertain customers as well.
She’s lying on the stage with her legs spread in front of me, only a G-string covering her most intimate parts. Her face is caked with makeup and there’s glitter in her hair but she still looks like a fragile doll.
I want to rip off her panties and lick her pussy while she wraps her legs around me. And then I want to squeeze her perfect ass while I fuck her.
I stand up, so that Dante can see I have no intention of doing any of the many things that I want to do to her. He and I have a secret language allowing us to communicate just by looking at each other. If you’d gone through the same fucking shit together that we went through as kids, you’d understand.
He smirks at me.
What I want to do is lean over and spill a fresh wad of my cum all over Desire's tits. What I do instead is flick a fresh wad of dollar bills onto her tits, one at a time.
“Hell yeah!” some of the guys sitting around the stage say.
Some of them come over and start to throw money on Desire like I am. And just from the bills that I can see littering the stage, it’s a lot of money too.
“Holy shit, it’s raining cash up in here!” shouts one of the strippers sitting at the tables surrounding the stage.
“Whoa, easy there,” another stripper chimes in. “Don’t want to spend it all in one place.”
I know they’re jealous. And they should be. Desire is a whole new caliber of dancer than any of them are. She’s not only on par with Samantha, she’s better.
The Fun House isn’t exactly known as a swanky joint. We’re more for the crowd looking for more mileage out of their money, for some extras in the back room.
But if I know Dante— which I do— he’ll aim to change that now that Desire’s in our midst. He had already started working on it when Samantha was here. He raised the prices and the standards of lap dances as well as the prices and the quality of the drinks.
Of course we had to fuck that up by thinking with our dicks instead of our brains. But not this time. This time I’m staying focused on money and I know that Dante is too. The Fun House isn’t our long term plan.
We want to move on to bigger, better, and safer things. Because despite Dante’s best laid plans to make money honestly, we Rossi brothers are only capable of being so honest. And owning a strip club and all of the assorted vices that come with it is just asking to be taken down.
We need to stay focused. And that means not letting our hearts— or our dicks— get in the way of our plans again.
So I gently pull Desire up by her arm and then whisper in her ear as she’s leaning into me. I can’t help but
grab her by the hair a little bit, teasing her— and myself— with just a taste of what I’d really like to do to her, if I could.
“This is my brother’s birthday, and I told you to do something fantastic for him,” I tell her.
I spank her ass, not hard, but hard enough for her to let out a surprised little “oww.”
Fuck. She plays this innocent act so convincingly. As if she’d never been slapped on the ass by a guy she just met before.
Although, I have to admit, I’m not just any guy. I know that what feels gentle to me is probably hard for a lot of guys. And what’s hard for me is impossible for most.
“But he told me to come over here...” she starts to protest, looking back at me with those wide eyes.
“I don’t care what he told you. Go over there and put on a good show for him. You dirty, filthy whore.”
She looks at me like she’s offended that I called her a dirty, filthy whore. But she should know to take it as a compliment. Because that’s how I like them. Except I also like when they maintain an air of innocence. And that’s why I’m really liking her.
“But what if Dante gets mad that I’m not listening to him?” she asks, and I swear she sticks her barely clad ass up in the air. I swear she wants me to spank it again. So I do.
This time she doesn’t even flinch. A look comes over her face, as if she likes it, and she’s surprised that she likes it. Fuck, she’s good at this. What a convincing act.
“Don’t worry about Dante,” I tell her. “You listen to me.”
She nods like a little brat who needed to have that lesson taught to her and then she moves across the stage to Dante.
But she flashes one more look back in my direction. And I wink at her. Because even though she’s about to perform for Dante, I have a feeling that the show she’s putting on is really for me.
Chapter 8 – Jessica
Holy shit.
I’d prepared for my audition and I’d even prepared myself for the variety of emotions I would probably feel while auditioning. Embarrassed, humiliated, shy, anxious, scared.
But I didn’t expect some of the emotions I’m feeling now. Powerful, sexy, turned on.
I didn’t realize it could be so exhilarating to undress in front of men willing to part with their hard-earned money just to see my naked body. I didn’t realize they would look at me with such lust and awe.
And even though I knew the Rossi brothers were hot, I never expected to get such a rush over having both of them looking at me. Wanting to fuck me. And even, I’m pretty sure, fighting over me a little bit.
I felt so naughty when Marino was spanking my ass. Naughty in a good way. I wanted more.
And now I’m in front of Dante, who makes me feel just as dirty. I sway my hips and wiggle my body in my best attempt to be seductive.
I guess that whatever I’ve been doing has been working. They seem to be buying that I’m actually a stripper. I lean forward and tease Dante with my breasts rubbing lightly over his face. He puts some bills in his mouth and leans forward to stuff them into my cleavage.
“You have the most perfect tits,” he tells me.
“Thank you.”
I blush, then remember I have a role to play. I rub my breasts up and down his chest and then I say, “You make my nipples hard.”
“I can see that,” he says. “Now let’s see something different. Turn around and show me everything.”
Here it is, I think. The evidence I’m going to need for the committee.
I turn around so that my ass is facing him. I bend over and let him get a really good look. I bet he might get up here on stage and try to have sex with me.
But he doesn’t. He stays seated. And I have to admit, I’m a little disappointed.
“I can see your pussy dripping wet for me,” he tells me. “Those little panties you’re wearing are barely covering it.”
I take that as a hint, and I slide my panties over to the side.
I look back, and can almost see him salivating. I know he wants me so bad.
“You’re such a naughty girl,” he says.
I remember their instructions to do something fantastic to impress them. So I slide one of my fingers inside me. My plan is to take it out and offer it to Dante to lick the juices off of, since he’d correctly noted how dripping wet I am.
I can’t believe my own brazenness, but I’m really into this undercover role. And I’m really into these two brothers.
Sure, it’s just a fantasy— it’s not like I can actually have sex with them. Him. I definitely can’t have sex with both of them. I’m just teasing Dante. Letting out the dirty, naughty part of me that I usually have to keep hidden.
But just as I’m about to take my finger back out, Dante stands up brashly— not in the excited way that Marino had been standing up behind me just a few minutes ago— and says, “Whoa, whoa, whoa.”
Meanwhile Marino is saying, “What the fuck?” and some of the dancers are snickering while others as gasping.
The customers around the stage are hooting and hollering, saying, “Let her go, guys. Come on. Don’t ruin our fun.”
Oh shit.
I freeze, the hair on the back of my neck standing up.
I’ve obviously made some sort of faux paus. I’m going to be found out for the fraud that I am.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Marino asks.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I thought…”
I’d started to say “I thought you wanted me to do this.”
But I realize that might give me away— if I’m not already given away.
So I just say “…that I’d really go all out, since this is a private party and all.”
“You can’t do that here,” Dante says. “I don’t know what kind of place you came from, but this isn’t that kind of place. We don’t do that kind of thing here.”
“I’m… sorry,” I say. “Back at my old club…”
“Come to the VIP lounge,” Marino says, standing up decisively.
So that’s where they do this kind of thing, I think. Ding ding ding. I’m learning so much already. I already have this undercover investigation in the bag.
“Marino…” Dante says, glaring at him.
Marino shrugs.
“We have to finish this audition one way or another,” he says. “And it’s obvious she wants to show off her private dance skills.”
Dante sighs, looking at his chair and then back to Marino, as if saying, “Well if you’re going, I’m going.”
“Follow me, Desire. Nadia, you’re up next,” he says. “Do your thing while we do ours.”
Yes, we're going to do our thing and I can't wait. I'm going to gather evidence on these guys that will bring them down. And I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy every moment of whatever it takes to gather that evidence.
Chapter 9 – Dante
Once we’ve got Jessica in the VIP room, it’s time to explain the rules of The Fun House to her. But not before we have our own fun with her, of course.
“Come here, Darling,” I say, patting my lap. “Have a seat.”
She does so, looking a little nervous at first. Then she clears her throat.
“I’m sorry if I did anything wrong on stage,” she says.
“It’s okay, Doll, we appreciate your initiative.”
I cusp my hands around her ass cheeks.
“It’s just that you can’t touch yourself on stage.”
“I see.”
“The rules are strict here due to old fuddy-duddy lawmakers,” I explain. “And you’ve broken them. So I’m going to need you to bend over.”
She does so, and I spank her once, twice on her white, exposed ass cheeks.
She lets out a “hrmph” that is satisfying to me. I’ve been wanting to do that since I heard the little “owww” noise she made when she got spanked on stage.
“You’ve been a very very bad girl,” I tell her. “Hasn’t she, Marino?”
“She has.”
Marino approaches a bit hesitantly, which surprises me. I have no idea why he wouldn’t be more into this. Desire’s obviously ready to show us everything she’s got in order to get this job. She’s the hottest girl in the club that we’ve had since…
Samantha.
Except she’s even hotter.
As Marino raises his hand and spanks her, I realize what the problem is. It’s not that my little brother doesn’t like this hot little number who walked into our club as my unsuspecting birthday present. It’s that he likes her a little too much.
“You’re bad,” he says, spanking her harder. “Bad. Bad. Bad.”
Whap. Whap. Whap. The spankings come hard and fast. Desire flinches but doesn’t say anything. She just lets out a moan.
She’s very good. She knows her place. Other, brattier strippers would tell us where to go by now. They’d say there are other clubs in town and they don’t need to be harassed by assholes. But then they’d come back after realizing how much money they make here compared to elsewhere.
I have a feeling that Desire is as smart as she is beautiful. Either she’s been around and knows she can make a lot here if she’s willing to put up with a lot, or she’s heard rumors. Or maybe she just has good intuition.
Or maybe, I think, as she moves her ass closer to my hard cock, she just enjoys what we’re doing to her.
Whatever it is, my mind has been made up about her working here since the moment she walked through the door. Clearly Marino’s mind was made up too or he never would have let her in when he wasn’t supposed to. Everything else we’re doing right now is just for show. And I am definitely planning to enjoy the fucking show.
“You can continue your audition back here,” I tell her. “I want you to dance for both of us.”
“That’s all right,” Marino interrupts. “You’re the birthday boy.”
“Oh believe me,” I tell him. “I think Desire is more than willing to entertain both of us.”
