by Mia Madison
He gripped the arms of his chair so tightly I could see his knuckles shake. He looked shaken, like he was on the brink of busting the biggest nut in his life.
“You’re hired. Both of you.” He wasn’t able to say that without his breath hitching, but he got it out.
Thank God. I no longer needed to go back to the old club.
12
Cam
The next morning, I fell into an almost normal routine. Shit, shower, shave, and then hit the office. The difference was that I took an extended amount of time getting out of bed, because my cock was rock hard with thoughts of Blair.
She had the sweetest little body I’ve seen. Curvy without being overly busty, shapely legs, and the most incredible doe-like eyes. They practically begged me to fuck her senseless.
I imagined her waking me up with morning head, and then climbing on top. Her pussy had to be the pinkest, tightest, prettiest one I could imagine. Rubbing those sienna colored nipples, I brought her to the edge as she gripped my shoulders, clamping down as I cupped her ass and whispered for her to give it to me. I roared as fresh nut burst from the tip of my cock, and deep into her morning creampie.
Fantasies like that were as exciting as it gets. I didn’t have time for relationships, and even when I attempted to date, women usually refused to turn their head from my profession. Frustrating, yet understandable. If I were a woman, I probably wouldn’t take a strip club owner seriously either.
Plus, there was Blair. She stirred the guardian in me. I wanted to protect her from stress, even if it wasn’t directly related to her. Trixie was a lot to handle, and as her best friend, I’m sure Blair’s experienced enough. Handling the car would put her at ease, and possibly buy more time - voluntarily - in my office.
My day was filled with appointments. General business related shit that concerned the club, plus the added heft of Trixie’s car. I usually didn’t involve myself in dancer drama, but I felt partially responsible for Lena. She had gone unchecked for too long, and by the time that happened, she’d already been triggered too far.
Back to Lena, however.
I called her in to the office. Considering her suspension, she should have been eager to rush up here. It took her forever until I threatened to fire her for good. She arrived half an hour later.
“Where were you last night?”
She sat across from me, eyes covered in sunglasses. She shrugged sharply. “You kicked me out. I went home.”
“Were you back on the property after 10:30?”
She vehemently denied it, but the catch in her voice was obvious. “No I wasn’t here. I don’t know anything that happened to that bitch’s car.”
I cleared my throat. She’d given herself away, and I hadn’t even gotten to that part yet.
“What?” She asked, sniffing her nose. She was coked up, jittery, and hadn’t even realized how much she’d implicated herself at this point.
“How do you know about the car?”
She gasped, covered her mouth as she stammered. “I-I don’t know anything.” Defensiveness quickly built up when she crossed her arms and and shot back. “Don’t try to put anything on me.”
“I said nothing about a car in my statements. You either did it, or you know someone who did.”
Silence and indignation on her end.
“Fine,” I said. “I’ll just turn the tapes over to the police. They can question you, since you’re clearly seen on camera.”
“No!” Fear burst through her. She humbled quickly under that revelation. I could see the tears beginning to make their way down her face as she started to cry.
Bingo.
“Please don’t call the cops. I can’t go to jail. I’m sorry.”
Fat crocodile tears spilled as she begged and babbled about getting her life together, but she didn’t move me. Auto vandalism meant serious charges, and she didn’t want to face that in addition to everything else going on.
She moved around me to the desk, and dropped to her knees. Inching her way to me, she begged.
“I’ll give you a blow job if you don’t tell.” She tried to grab for my belt, a desperate attempt to reach for my fly. I gripped her wrists with both hands and pushed my chair back.
“Don’t. Touch. Me.” The control in my voice held a silent, lethal threat.
I looked at her, disgusted and disappointed. Lena was the perfect example of why I told Blair what I had. Lena’s beauty was exotic, but drugs, jealousy, and too much of the life’s vices had eaten up her soul and spit it out sideways. She was fractured beyond repair, her soul wounded beyond anything a week of suspension or drugs could fix.
“I’m not going to press charges,” I said quietly.
She exhaled with relief, but it was momentary.
“You’re fired.”
She whimpered helplessly, swooning on her knees. Her wrists broke free as she broke down.
“I need my job!” She wailed. “I need to pay my rent. I need to pay my bills. I’m facing eviction.”
It was tough, but my mind was set. She was a threat, not only to others, but to herself. I think that was the most painful aspect of seeing this. She was so strung out she didn’t see logically until you cut her to the base.
“I told you yesterday to get yourself together. I told you to go sober up and come back ready to work, to be the headliner you used to be,” I said. “You’ve turned your problems on others instead of taking responsibility for yourself.”
“I am getting myself together!” She stood to her feet and started yelling, screaming, and threatening to call the police and tell them I’d sexually harassed her.
I wasn’t fazed, because everything in this office was recorded, in audio and video. I tapped a button under my desk. Moments later, security entered and dragged her out.
I followed them, observing how she kicked, screamed, and wailed.
“If you’re seen on property again,” I said. “You’ll have more to worry about than paying your bills.”
* * *
I thought the girls would show up for work on time tonight, shaken yet determined to work. At least, I knew Trixie would. She was cleaning up heavily as of late.
But by the time 9 PM rolled around, security still hadn’t informed me of their presence. They were under strict instruction to.
I radioed. “Nothing yet?”
“No.”
“Copy.”
I checked my phone. The earlier exchange with Blair and I was simple, yet seemed effective. I offered to pay for their Ubers and escort them home.
Kelsey entered my office.
“Have you seen Trixie or Kitten?”
“They’re running late.” She looked at her phone. “I spoke with Trixie an hour ago. She said she’s been running behind on errands, and waiting on Kitten so they can ride together. They’ll be here by 10.”
She gave me a questioning look; it was the same one everyone else on my staff had given me since last night. One that asked if there was something going on with me and the girls.
I ignored her silent inquiry and nodded, refraining from verbal response. Even if there were something happening, I answer to nobody.
“Thank you.”
I stood up, ready to make my rounds for the next 45 minutes, a necessary distraction to keep from watching the clock. I spoke to regular patrons and sporadic guests.
I introduced myself to individuals here for one night only, never to be seen again. I lost myself in making pleasure my business. When security alerted me that both ladies were in the building, I was glad I’d gotten that over with.
My excitement - and attention - were fully focused on Blair all over again.
“Let Kelsey know that Kitten has a VIP.”
“Copy.”
13
Blair
Trixie convinced me to drag myself out of bed and go to work. “It’s just another night and we’re done,” she pushed. “Besides, it’s the least we could do after Cam’s helped us with the car.”
“We’re in this together. And I’m very thankful that he has. I would have been out at least $1200 if he hadn’t stepped in.”
I was still a little reticent thanks to the events within the past 24 hours. We’d spent our time hustling to find a new place to dance, and now that we had, we were still here because Trixie wanted to get as much coin as possible before moving on to The Venus Suite.
As always, she had a way of convincing me to go along with her plans. Here I was, shuffling into the locker room, praying nobody would say anything slick about seeing me with Cam several times last night.
Stripping out of my street clothes, basic black sweats and a pink hoodie with Vegas on it, I looked down at my body.
I’d been doing my best to eat clean lately, and it’d been working. I could see more definition in my abs. They were sculpted, yet still soft and feminine.
My waist had pulled in nicely, and my hips seemed even more swollen and feminine as a result.
My breasts were average B cups, but they were naturally perky, and had pretty smooth, even colored nipples. And no stray hairs, thanks to laser hair removal.
“Kitten,” Kelsey called out. “Hurry up. You’ve got a VIP.”
“Okay.” My lips squeezed together in a confused pout. Usually a VIP had to see you on the floor to know you were working. I walked in less than five minutes ago, and I was already being asked for one?
Trixie looked at me, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. I looked at her with a “cut it out” expression, because I knew what that implied.
Most of the girls were minding their business, but I still felt like their ears were wide open and waiting for any morsel they could get to run with. Last night left everyone with a lot of answers.
“Wear this.” She reached into my bag and pulled out a sheer aqua gown with crystals on it. It nipped and tied at the waist, and flowed to the floor. I’d purchased it when I first started dancing. I never wore it because this club’s clientele wouldn’t appreciate it.
The Venus Suite, however…
“Wear it.” Her tone was more insistent.
“Trixie!”
She didn’t say anything, but her thoughts were written all over her face. If this were a real good VIP, I had the ability to keep them enthralled in the back for most of the night, making this an easy cash night.
Considering it was still the middle of the week, this made perfect sense - if I actually gave a damn about any of the clients tonight. I was moreso here for Trixie than for work.
She eyeballed me until I rolled my eyes, and sighed. She’d won, again. I released my hair from its bun. I’d blown it out, so it fell in long rich layers past my shoulders. With the light makeup, a dramatic cat eye and pink lips, I looked like the porno version of Glinda the Good Witch.
Giving me a thumbs up, Trixie slapped my ass. “Go get ‘em Tiger. See you later on.”
* * *
Kelsey told me which VIP Room to go to. I made my way as quickly as one could in 6-inch platform shoes. The gown flowed, soft and billowy, and as I walked, the crystal pieces glittered in the dark club light.
The room my client was in was all the way at the end of the hall. It was one of the more exclusive rooms, which meant this person should be flush with cash. Perhaps Trixie was right. I’d have to thank her later.
I knocked twice, and then entered the room. My guest was seated along the sofa in the back. His face was obscured thanks to the strategic lighting, but he appeared to be tall and well-dressed.
“Hello, how are you?”
“Good, yourself?”
My heartbeat sped up. It was Cam, of all people. I sauntered up to him, attempting to suppress the way my nerves were racing.
“I never thought you would indulge in VIP sessions.” I stood before him, chills running up my spine, ready to dance the moment he requested. Even with his face obscured, I could feel the heat of his eyes look at me with appreciation.
“This is a job, you know.” His eyes slid over my frame, fucking every inch of me from the toes up. “I would be an asshole if I took advantage of my dancers for their talent and didn’t pay them.”
“Nice to know,” I said. My breath hitched slightly, and I could feel my nipples harden. “Would you like me to dance for you?”
“I’d love to see you pose for me.” His tone was rough with desire. “Turn for me. Show me your outfit.”
His words felt like a warm caress from my tummy up to my heart. Toasty sensations swirled up to my chest and split to curl around each nipple. I could feel them come to life and push through the fabric of the gown.
I spun, slowly, my hands on my hips, as I gave him a three hundred sixty degree view of my outfit. I felt lightheaded under his command, and my pussy began to mewl for him again, the same way it had just a day ago.
When I turned fully, I stopped and posed, unsure of how to act. Usually, I felt a sense of control in VIP, but there was this crazy chemistry between us. There had to be, or else why was he here?
“Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful, babydoll.” His hands clapped slow, and then dissolved into rubbing one another. “Come here.”
I blushed deeply. My clit pulsed. I prayed that I didn’t slip and fall over the length of this gown, a gown that seemed perfectly designed for this one moment in time.
He patted the seat next to him, and I managed by the grace of angels to glide down slowly. We faced each other, and I crossed my legs.
Cam’s face wasn’t fully obscured anymore. I creamed my g-string when I noticed the intense admiration in his face.
His dark eyes sank into my cleavage, boosted by the tight, crystal-strewn bodice of the gown. He was too controlled to simply bite his lip and be obvious, but I could feel the heat push itself off his body in waves.
“You are simply stunning.” He reached for my hand and kissed it. “Talk to me.”
“About?”
He shrugged. “Anything.”
Gulp. I wasn’t sure what I should talk about. Well, darling, tonight’s my last night dancing here. I’m quitting to go work at The Venus Suite, where the dancers aren’t trashy psychos and my safety is guaranteed.
“This is not about me. It’s about you. So why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind.” That wasn’t the sexiest or slickest thing to say, but it was the best I had for the moment.
He looked at me, as if weighing his options on what to say.
“I’m a great listener.” I had nothing to say. I wasn’t going to destroy this evening with any of my real thoughts.
“I’ve been having… thoughts lately.” He started. “Thoughts of leaving behind the life I have and starting over.”
Reflective energy filled the silence.
“It’s so easy - doing this. That’s what people think. It’s anything but. I didn’t take this club because I wanted to. I needed to.”
His words intrigued me.
“How so?”
“This club was my father’s. He purchased it after winning a lawsuit in his thirties. Bad car accident with a semi-truck.” He grimaced at the memory. “The driver was drinking, the roads were icy. It was nasty.”
“Whoa.”
He nodded. “My parents believed in old school notions of marriage. My mother stayed at home while my father worked. He often slipped away after dinner, and didn’t come home for hours. My brother and I learned very quickly to stop waiting up for him at bedtime.”
He leaned his arm over, and grabbed his drink. It was dark and in a stout glass. I assumed it was whiskey, or cognac. Something manly. He didn’t strike me as a cosmopolitan or cherry vodka sour kind of guy.
“He was worse after the accident. His back was real bad. He couldn’t return to work, and he couldn’t do much, so he collected disability and worked odd jobs here and there.
“His relationship with my mother strained after she was forced to find work instead o
f stay at home. She hadn’t been out of the house for years. One night they got into a vicious argument hours after they thought we’d gone to sleep. She accused him of spending the family’s money on ‘whores’ instead of taking care of home.”
He spread a wry smile. “That’s when I learned he wasn’t working late as mother pretended.”
I nodded.
“He got a nice settlement, enough that he didn’t have to worry about work again. By that time, he’d decided to buy the club he spent his time at. The club wasn’t the fanciest, but it provided solace for him.”
Sadness seeped from his eyes. “…At least that’s the story he told right before his passing.”
14
Cam
“This was your father’s club?”
I nodded.
“He left it to my brother and I when he passed. We helped him run it in his final years, when he was too old to run around and manage it on his own.”
My hand interlocked with hers as I talked. I felt a tingle of electricity between us. Her hands were small and soft, a perfect contrast to my large, lightly calloused ones.
I never revealed the story of my history with this club, or my conflicted relationship surrounding it. I was never comfortable doing so. Until now.
“We promised him we wouldn’t sell it. This club was his refuge. It was how he fed the family for years. Up until his death, my father channeled. my mother hates this damn place. It’s why their marriage felt so empty for her. But it paid the bills and she got to stay home with us.”
“I’m sure your father loved your mother.”
“Thought the fucking world of her. But that meant nothing to a woman who valued fidelity and quality time.”
Her face was full of concern, as if I implied he’d cheated.
“No, no. He never cheated.” I assured her, squeezing her hand. “He didn’t sleep with any other women. He simply found emotional escape in the fantasy the girls provided. Most men do.”
