by Ann Jensen
Caught in the Dark
Dark Sons Motorcycle Club - Book Three
Ann Jensen
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Ann Jensen
Caught in the Dark
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eBook ISBN: 978-1-64563-941-1
Print ISBN: 978-1-64563-942-8
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This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Epilogue
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Chapter 1
I’m not crazy, I prefer the term mentally hilarious.
Angela was packing up her sexy secretary costume as a backup to her planned outfit for work. Her conservative but expensive bedroom was a distinct contradiction to the mass of sexy and naughty outfits she had laid out. The plan for tonight was a routine she had worked on all weekend, but options were always best when performing half naked for a room of unknown men.
Her neighbor Joshua flopped down on her bed with a dramatic sigh.
“Problems?” Angela held back a giggle as he sighed again. Her best and only friend loved drama and didn’t know the meaning of boundaries. When she moved into the condo next to the flamboyant drag queen they had bonded over a shared love for technology and his/her sighs always meant trouble.
“Explain to me again why instead of spending tonight clubbing with me you are taking your clothes off for ruffians to earn money you don’t need?”
Joshua was a tall, beautiful man with buzzed black hair, a toned body and a complexion models would sell their firstborn to have. His cream Stella McCartney gown looked fabulous against his sepia skin tone but was a little too short for his long frame. His makeup and hair weren’t done yet, which meant he stopped halfway into becoming Jojo to come talk to her. Angela liked him because from the first moment they met he ignored all of her many social inadequacies and just accepted her as she was. Well, mostly.
“Probably for the same reason a successful computer security specialist puts on a dress and killer heels twice a week and lip syncs for crowds of lusty gay men.” She flopped down next to her friend and kicked up her bare feet.
“No, sugar. I am an attention whore who loves picking up young men. You, despite your porcelain skin and rocking purple hair, hate being in crowds, blush at the words big cock, and can’t talk to a hot man long enough to lose your V-card.”
Angela felt her cheeks heating and smacked her friend with a pillow. He was right, though she wouldn’t admit it out loud. She had always been the brainiac, lost in books and her own thoughts. Raised by a workaholic single father, she had been a late life surprise which was more like a project to be managed than a child. When he died of a heart attack two years ago, it had been a wakeup call. One that said if she didn’t want to die alone, something had to change.
“I love dancing. Becoming Cami on stage is my way of finding my wild side.” She also loved losing herself in the sexy alter egos which came with stripping. She felt alive and powerful when she let her sexual side out to play.
“If you are looking for Mr. Right at a strip club, honey, someone done forgot to teach you some very basic facts about the types of men who frequent those places.”
“Someone done? Is that your Princeton education showing though?”
“Don’t get snooty with me, Harvard girl. At least they taught me men who like to shove cash in a girl’s G-string aren’t first time material.”
“I’m not looking for the man for the first time, yet. I’m looking for what I want out of a first time.” After her single disastrous failed attempt at a relationship when she was 19, she had given up. At 26, she had too many fantasies and until she decided which was right for her, how could she possibly pick a man? An equation with too many unknown variables just wasn’t solvable.
“Honey, I am the last man on this planet to judge having an alter ego.” Angela laughed because, Jojo, Joshua’s drag queen persona, was the southern belle of any party while Joshua was as California as a black man could be. “But you know most of the women at that club offer more than just dances. And I don’t want you to get hurt because some jerk mistakes you for one of them.”
She did know that, and to be honest, it was one of the many reasons she picked Darklights to work at. Hearing about actual sex could only help her research. Besides, their security was amazing, both physical and digital – it had taken her several days to crack it – and she had watched months of videos confirming that not once was a girl there harmed. The few men who tried to step out of line had left with very expensive medical bills in their future.
In the four weeks she’d been working there, she hadn’t felt pressured to do more than the two sets on stage and one private dance she agreed to. Angela even got to pick the customers she performed privately for from the requests and the bouncer always stayed in the room with her so there were no misunderstandings.
“I think it’s sweet you worry.”
Joshua gave an enormous sigh. “I guess I thought you would quit when I got you the internship at Vallier Technologies.”
“Why would you think that?” Angela was excited to check out the new company that was on the cutting edge of every type of security.
“At the time, I thought it was odd that you lived here and were stripping. I assumed it was for the extra cash flow.” Joshua rolled onto his stomach and gave her a hard look. “If you need more than they pay interns, I know I could get you a permanent position.”
Angela laughed, rolling to hug Joshua. “I guess you never Googled me.”
“No. Why? Do you have some scandalous videos out there?”
“Nothing like that!” She elbowed him and sat up. “Let’s just say I’m good on money for the next 100+ years. I told you why I was dancing.”
“I’m sorry, sweetie. I should have taken you at your word. You have to understand, a virgin computer geek stripping to find out what her inner slut wants, is a bit much.
So why did you take the Vallier internship?”
Angela tried to put into words what was swirling in her head. She had done several internships, all at large tech companies, but by the time they offered her permanent employment she was bored. The idea of settling down and doing one thing for the rest of her life made her nauseous.
She had freelanced since she was 17 for the government and created and sold compatibility algorithms along with several other search and data mining programs. The profits from the sales had given her enough to live off the interest alone, even if she hadn’t inherited millions from her father.
“I like what they do for kidnapped people and their work in encryption is fascinating. Besides, I checked, the morality standards and non-compete documents I signed don’t preclude stripping as a side job. Actually, other than things that are illegal anyway, the company doesn’t even have fraternization policies.”
“Fine. You love me. I love you. Go get your freak on if that is really what makes you happy. I will just have to face my adoring fans alone, but only on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”
Angela smiled at her drama queen of a friend. “You still want to carpool together tomorrow morning?”
“Of course! I can’t wait to see you in that cute pantsuit we bought. So ‘La Femme Nikita’.”
Although Vallier was a progressive company, Angela had decided to go more traditional for the first few weeks while she learned her way around. She loved her purple hair and crazy grunge style, but found people had a hard time taking her seriously. Maybe someday she would find the confidence to not care. Until then she would use clothes and hair like her favorite animal the chameleon did. Use them to blend into whatever identity she wanted to portray.
“And you can show the new girl around your technology empire.”
“Oh, it isn’t mine, but if Mr. Vallier even shows a hint of swinging that way, I will happily become the queen of his kingdom.” Jojo struck a regal pose and she couldn’t help but giggle.
“So not a scrawny geek?” Joshua liked his men on the big and buff side.
“You will get to meet him tomorrow he stops by every orientation. Then we can gossip about the unfairness of the genetic lottery he won on the drive home.”
Angela laughed, picking up her duffle ready for a night of letting loose as someone else at the strip club.
Chapter 2
The best surprises are found in the strangest of places.
Tek was more than ready for a night, kicking back with his Dark Sons Brothers. Being the owner and CEO of Vallier Technologies meant he didn’t get as much down time to spend with them as he would like. The work he did was important but that, along with his responsibilities to the Dark Sons Motorcycle Club, meant free time for fun was rare.
Darklights was one of the Motorcycle Club’s semi-legitimate businesses. The semi part of the equation was that many of their very talented dancers offered extra services in the private rooms which might not conform to the current laws. Paying for a woman didn’t appeal to Tek, but he understood why the simplicity of a transaction would tempt others. The plan tonight was to enjoy the scenery and head back to the Clubhouse and find a willing sweetbutt there to take the edge off.
He needed the fun tonight, since tomorrow he would be doing his least favorite part of being CEO—welcoming and answering questions for all the fresh-faced interns and new hires. He kept doing it because he believed it was important to meet every employee at least once, but their youth and optimism often made him feel old.
Several of his Brothers were sitting in the section reserved for Dark Sons and their guests. The women dancing in front of Puck and Grinder showed the party was already well under way.
Though they owned the place, the Dark Sons were completely different from most of the men here tonight. Most of the customers crowding the tables were well-dressed businessmen who on a Thursday night should probably be heading home to wives and kids but were instead here enjoying drinks and barely dressed women. The casual jeans, t-shirts, and leather cuts made them stand out, but no one dared say anything since they were a scary bunch of fuckers.
“Tek! Isn’t this a school night for you?” Hawk joked. In his early fifties, the President of the Dark Sons MC had dark but graying military-short hair and a neatly trimmed beard. The gray hair was the only indication the man was getting older since he kept himself in peak physical condition.
“I’m surprised to see you here, old man. Isn’t it past your bedtime?”
The two exchanged backslaps and sat. Highdive, the Sergeant at Arms for the Dark Sons, gave Tek a chin lift, but most of his Brothers were busy enjoying the show the two women were putting on in front of them.
“How goes saving the world?” Hawk took a drink and ignored the women, gyrating to the music and running their hands over each other’s naked bodies. They were good looking, but Tek could tell this was a show. Let the younger men enjoy the fake stuff he preferred genuine passion.
“It goes, but it’s feeling like I spend more time on the reports then on the important shit.”
Vallier technologies was created to help people who were victims of kidnapping but had expanded to cover all forms of security. The pain of losing his four-year-old little sister when he was sixteen had driven him. First as a SERE instructor for the Rangers, then in building the company.
At thirty-three, he used his global contacts on both sides of the law to find those who couldn’t protect themselves. With the help of his Brothers in Dark Sons, he had formed and made a success of a corporation which was half digital specialists and half highly trained mercenaries. So successful he now donated 25% of the company’s services to law enforcement and private individuals who couldn’t afford to pay.
Hawk gave an exaggerated shiver. “Death by paper-cuts. One of the many reasons I never want to go corporate.”
A loud cheer filled the room. Tek looked around, trying to understand why the place was so packed.
“Hey Clean. What’s with the crowd?”
The place was busy, like it was a Friday or Saturday night. Clean looked over and smiled. The Brother was average in everything. Height, weight, all of it was completely forgettable if you didn’t know him well. His nickname had come from his ability to clean up messes and bodies so well cops wouldn’t find a single trace. Manager of this strip club was his legitimate job, but every Brother knew his real talent was elsewhere.
“Got a new girl a month or two ago. She only works two shows two nights a week, but the white-collar crowd eats her up. Business has never been this good on a weeknight.”
“She’s that good?” Tek asked.
“Cami is fucking amazing,” Puck shouted over the music.
“She’s on next so you judge. Only does one private dance a night and we take a list of names that she picks from.” Clean sat back in the booth to avoid getting a face full of ass as the girls had moved to pseudo-making out on the table.
“Seriously? Damn, the extras must be amazing if guys are signing up on a list.” Tek was intrigued and couldn’t wait to see if this woman was worth the hype.
One of the girls in front of him was gyrating like she was a man fucking her dance partner on the table. When the song stopped, the two girls popped up and the Brothers all slipped some money into their G-strings. The blonde smiled as Tek slipped a twenty in. He hadn’t particularly liked the show, but the women had been energetic.
“Cami doesn’t do extras,” the girl practically purred. “But if you’re interested, ask for Diamond and the executive package, I would love to accommodate you.”
Tek gave the girl a small smile, not wanting to be rude as she slunk out of their section. No extras and a waiting list she controlled, he had to see this. All the girls except the servers walked to the back as the club lights dimmed and the MC came over the speakers.
“Now it’s time for one of Darklights’ newest performers.” The crowd let out cheers and whistles. “Like the chameleon, she’s named after, every week she shows us a new co
lor. We’ve met the wild girl, the mistress, the cowgirl, and the punk. Tonight, I think you will all be happy to meet little girl Cami.”
Tek wanted to laugh at the dirty ideas that flitted through his mind as the announcer rattled off her unique acts. His chuckle cut off as Cami appeared and actually skipped onto the stage. Her vibrant purple hair was up in two pigtails which brushed her shoulders. She was wearing a white, little sundress that barely covered her ass with pink pearl snaps down the front. She was maybe 5’9” in the platform, white Mary-Jane style heels which had to be 5” of her height.
It wasn’t her looks which caught him, though her tits and ass were absolutely perfect, it was the joy in her eyes. She skipped around the stage at first, bending and waving to the audience as if she was a little girl greeting old friends. Each bend gave those in front of her a perfect view down her dress to the gorgeous cleavage and those behind a tempting view of perfect globes lightly hugged by white cotton.
A light pop song came on and she squealed jumping up and down the movement undoing the top two snaps and giving a glimpse of white lace. Transfixed, Tek watched as she swung with childlike abandon around the stripper poles slowly giving bigger glimpses of what was under the dress. It was so wrong it was right and made him remember watching girls on the playground when they would inadvertently flash the overeager boys.