The door opened and the manager slipped through.
“Hey, Arnie,” I greeted his reflection in the mirror.
He smiled broadly, which was surprising, because Arnie was one of those gloomy people. The glass was never half full, it was always half empty in his world. He was a wet blanket, but I liked him. He stood by me a lot in the past. Whenever I couldn’t make it, when I needed some extra funds, he was always there for me.
He scratched his left hand nervously and I turned around on my stool to face him. “What’s up, Arnie?”
He cleared his throat. “Instead of the stage show can you do a private dance?”
I frowned. “No, I told you I don’t want to do those anymore, Arnie. Get someone else.”
“Listen, the man asked for you.”
I froze. “He asked for me?”
He nodded enthusiastically. “Yes.”
“Does he have a beard?”
“No. Clean shaven. He’s a smooth operator. Arrived in a Lambo.”
He could have shaved. “What’s his name?” I asked eagerly.
“His credit card was engraved with Mortenson.”
My heart sank. It wasn’t him. “Please will you do it. As a favor to me.”
I shook my head. I was so disappointed I could cry. “Please, Arnie. Get someone else. I wouldn’t be able to dance. I’m just not feeling it anymore. He’d be wasting his money.”
He took a step forward. “Please, Katrina. If you do this you won’t even have to come in for the next two days and I’ll let you keep the whole price of the dance. In fact, you don’t even have to pay the house fees today.”
I stared at him in surprise. “What?”
“Look. Just do this dance. I’ll sit in the surveillance room myself and if he even lays a finger on you, I’ll have him thrown out. Just do this for me. As a favor.”
I stared up at him. Wow, Arnie must really rate this guy. He’s almost begging me to do this.
“Please, for all the times I’ve helped you out,” he cajoled.
I sighed. “All right. But I’m warning you now, if that guy tries anything, I’m breaking his fingers.”
He grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll have the bouncers outside. One wrong move and …”
“Fine.”
“I’ll show him to B5 now then?”
“Okay. I’ll go there in a couple of minutes.”
“Thanks, Katrina.”
“It’s okay. You’ve helped me a lot and this is nothing, I guess.”
We smiled at each other. In a funny way, I will miss him. He’s a good guy at heart. I turned around and looked at the mirror. I wasn’t sleeping very well and there were dark circles under my eyes that even make-up couldn’t hide properly. I slicked on a layer of gloss and stood. I was wearing a long shimmery green dress and I smoothed it down my body. I turned around and gave myself a last look before I walked out of the dressing room.
I stood in front of the door to B5 and took a deep breath. Instead of being reluctant, I should be happy. This was my last performance. After this I knew I would never again dance for money. I grasped the handle and opened the door.
My eyes met Mr. Mortenson’s and all the air rushed out of my lungs. He was leaning back, relaxed, his knees far apart. There was a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and two glasses on the small table at the side of him.
My heart was beating so fast. Without his beard he looked unknowable, unreachable, and yet an unbelievably beautiful stranger. He was what Arnie had said. A smooth operator in a suit that cost more than what I could make in a year.
Then the music came on. You walked into the party like you were …
For a second I did nothing. Then I closed the door and did what I have never in my life done. I pressed the button that stopped the surveillance camera. It was what the other girls did when they wanted to earn a few extra bucks. I didn’t want to earn extra, I just wanted some privacy. I saw his eyes flick to the button and I could see he understood what I had done.
I opened my mouth to explain everything, and Cade shook his head. “Dance for me, Katrina.”
So I did. I danced in a way I had never danced. With my heart on my sleeve. I shimmied out of my dress. When I let the bikini bra pop open I leaned close to his face. As I had known he would, he captured a nipple in his mouth and sucked.
“Cade,” I moaned. I really wanted to give up then and just let him take me, but I didn’t. Instead, I turned around and with my hips only inches from his face, I bent from the hips, and dragged my little black thong down my legs.
I sighed when I felt those big, callused hands grab my hips and I felt his tongue swipe all the way up my slit.
“You’re so wet.”
I couldn’t say a word. All I could do was focus on the way his tongue felt as it slipped into my pussy. I ground my pussy against his mouth, trying to find relief, but he had other plans. He moved his mouth and kissed the inside of my thigh and slowly licked the skin. I had no choice but to stand like that, ass in the air, while he hungrily sucked and licked, and finally, when I thought I would melt into a pool of quivering flesh, he made me climax.
Then he turned me around. I watched as he unzipped his trousers. He didn’t have to ask. I spread my legs wide, and willingly sank down on his bare cock. I had missed this. Oh, God, how I had missed having him inside me.
“Hell,” he growled, when I was so completely impaled on him that it felt as if he was in my belly.
He looked into my eyes. “Fuck, Katrina. You look fantastic. Bounce on my cock, baby.”
I held on to his shoulders and slowly rose up. The cream from my pussy made his cock glisten. It was so sexy. At first I made short, shallow plunges then, my slam down began more and more violent, until I was going all the way down. Until I was burying his cock inside my body.
It felt so damn good to be filled and stretched by him. Then he grabbed both my breasts in his hands and squeezing them tightly, he sucked both my nipples at the same time. Now that my nipples were both securely in his warm mouth, he moved his hands away. Then his fingers began to play with my clit. I nearly screamed with the pleasure overload. My breaths were coming hard and fast. I knew I was almost there again.
“Let yourself go, Katrina,” he groaned.
With a moan I went over, my pussy milking his cock as he began to spurt into me. I rested my forehead against his chest as I waited for my breathing to come back to normal. I could hear his heartbeat. Fast and hard. I could have stayed like that forever. With his thick cock inside me, knowing it would be hard again soon, and he could ravage me again, but I knew we had to clean up and get back to reality. We needed to talk. Slowly, I slid upwards, his cum leaking out of me. I wanted to stand, but he kept me in his lap and slowly inserted two fingers into me. All the way in. He watched his fingers go in and out of my body. Then he brought those fingers coated in both our juices to my lips. Looking into his eyes I captured them and sucked them into my mouth.
He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and inserted them back into my pussy, then he brought them to his lips and sucked them the way I had. He closed his eyes with the taste.
He caught my hand and put it on his cock and I could see that he was hard again. “Go get your coat and meet me at reception. We’re leaving,” he said.
I stood up then, dressed quickly, and opened the door. Instead of walking through the club I decided to take the steps up the stage and then out through the back. It was the fastest, shortest way out.
Cade
After she walked out of the door I cleaned up quickly and stood. If I didn’t know it before I knew it now. Katrina was mine. She was not working in this joint for another second. I opened the door and I saw Katrina on the edge of the stage. It was clear she was trying to get to the stage door.
But as she was nearly there, a man who had been sitting on his own said something to her. I couldn’t hear what he said because I was too far away, but I saw her face react to whatever he said and I felt fury slam into
my gut. It must have been something sick, dirty to make her that upset. She said something back to him, again inaudible to me and he stood up angrily. And by the way he stumbled slightly, I could see that he was more than a little drunk.
I began moving towards her.
She never saw me.
The man pointed at her. “Come back here, you little bitch!” he shouted at her.
By then I was running towards them. He lunged at Katrina and caught her by the ankle. She got one good crack in with a punch to the side of his head, but he was so drunk she could have hit him with a two by four plank and he would have still been standing.
He pulled at her from the stage. I wanted to kill the asshole.
She screamed and everything seemed to kick into slow motion. I felt her scream echoing around me as she toppled and fell backwards. Lunging forward, I caught her fall. And then, there she was, right into my arms, again. She looked up at me, but in the confusion and shock didn’t instantly register how I got there. “I got you, babe,” I whispered in her ear. By then, the bouncers reached the situation and tackled the idiot. Even so, I was tempted to kick him in the guts. I had to tell myself, I got what I came here for, to stop myself.
With Katrina in my arms, I marched out of the club with as much conviction in my decision as when I took her from her car and carried her to my cabin. There was chaos going on all around us, but I was completely calm.
Outside, in the cold air I set Katrina down and, taking off my jacket draped it around her shoulders. She put her hand on my face. “I miss your beard.” She sounded shy, unlike how we were with each other.
“It’s easy enough to grow back.”
“No, I think I like you like this too.”
I chuckled, and suddenly she hugged me, wrapped herself in my arms and started crying.
“I’m so sorry, Cade. Everything just got so screwed up. None of it was supposed to turn out like that, I promise you. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s alright. I’m here now.”
“I thought I’d never see you again,” she sobbed into my chest.
“I’m sorry it’s taken me so long. I needed to get my head together.”
“I’m not a whore. I was never meant to sleep with you. I just couldn’t resist you.” She pulled away and looked deep into my eyes. “You need to know that I did it for my sister. That’s why I do these jobs. She needs constant care, and I won’t see her go without.”
“It’s ok. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters.”
We held each other outside in the cool night air for a long time. It felt so good to hold her close to me. It wasn’t the most romantic spot to reunite with drunk men wandering past every now and again, but it was perfect.
“Can you come with me to my hotel room?”
“Now?”
“Yeah, we need to have a talk.”
“OK, I’ll come with you.”
Cade
When we arrived at the grand hotel I had booked into she looked up at me, a strange expression in her eyes. “Is this the real you, Cade?”
“This is me, but that man you shared the cabin with is me too. You think you can cope?”
She bit her lip and smiled. “Yeah, I can cope with anything as long as you’re there with me.”
The concierge held open the door and we walked through. “Good evening, Mr. Mortenson,” the bellboy greeted.
“You don’t have the same name as your mother?” she asked.
“I do, but I imagine she gave a false one.”
She nodded. “I guess she showed you the pictures.”
“Yes.”
The lift doors swished open and we stepped in. I kept my hand on the small of her back. I wanted to slip it lower, but I knew where that would lead. We had to talk first. I needed to get to the bottom of this mess. I had things to confess too. Things I had never told anyone.
We reached our floor and the doors opened. We walked down to my suite and put my card key into the slot. As soon as we entered the room, Katrina turned to look at me, her eyes moving worriedly over my face.
“Cade, are you alright?”
How did I start talking about the things I needed to tell her? I felt there was a huge knot of rope in my stomach, which I didn’t know how to unravel. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“It’s just that you look like … I don’t know.”
“No, I’m alright. I just have to tell you something terrible. I know the words I’m going to say … even for them to pass my lips … will make me sick. But you have to know about it, and once you do then we can talk about ‘us’. I mean, if that’s what you want. You may not want anything to do with me once you’ve heard my story.” I took a deep breath. “I know how I feel about you. I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since you left. I’m hoping you feel the same way, but—”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either. I’ve missed you like crazy. The truth is I’ve been brokenhearted without you, Cade. Besides, I’ve been worried sick about what you would think of me after seeing those pictures. So whatever it is you have to tell me, it’s okay with me—”
“Please, stop. You just have to hear this other part first before you tell me anything like that.” A wave of emotions crashed over me and I had to sit down with my face in my hands. My eyes were burning and my voice shook. The old, buried emotions were stirring around in me like some kind of internal tornado. It was terrible and scary and more powerful than me.
“I’m here and I’m listening. Take your time.” Katrina knelt down beside me and rubbed her hand over my back.
“The short version of the story is that I am a horrible monster of a man. What I’ve done is …”
“Cade, stop it. Whatever you’ve done it’s going to be ok. I mean, look at me dancing for those disgusting men. I’m sure whatever it is that you want to tell me; it’s just as bad as my past. Listen, our pasts will cancel each other out.” She put her arms around me to comfort me, which actually made me hurt worse. I pulled her arms back so I could look in her eyes.
“Did you ever wonder what brought me out to that mountain? To that cabin all alone?”
She smiled. “I thought maybe you were trying to get away from your mother? Is that not it?”
Katrina brought a smile out of me. “I wish it was that simple.”
She scowled and looked at me anxiously. “Are you in some kind of trouble with the law?”
“No.” I took a deep breath and began at the beginning. “I don’t know what you know about me, but I worked in the financial sector. I built nothing, I created nothing. All I did was buy and sell other people’s companies. In a fraction of a second I and my super computers could make millions of dollars. I was a vampire. Sucking the blood, sweat, and tears of ordinary people. But I didn’t see that. Not at all. And neither did the people around me. Like me they thought I was a big deal. I was invited to the best parties and feted at all kinds of industry events.”
I paused and stared at the carpet, the little star pattern on it.
“I absolutely loved the high of a big kill, and I was good at it. Very good at it. I can safely say that my life was my work. I was a workaholic. I worked all hours of the week and most of the weekends too. Even after I got married.”
“Oh God.” Katrina sat herself down on one of the new chairs. “You’re married?”
“No, I’m not married. Not anymore. Just listen, please.”
The color had drained from Katrina’s face. “I’m sorry. Go on.”
“Christine and I were from the same background. We dated and when she became pregnant we got married. Stupid decision. Looking back, we never should have gotten married. It definitely wasn’t a match made in heaven and I don’t think I ever even loved her. I guess I allowed myself to be influenced by my mother on that one. Anyway, without love the marriage floundered very quickly. It was mostly my fault. I was always absent. No one could have had a relationship with me. Almost as soon as the twins were born we became strangers, but I
didn’t leave her. I didn’t want her, but I didn’t want any other women either so for a few years we carried on. I left her to get on with it and concentrated on my business. I was earning so much money and had become so influential I was invited to attend the Bilderberger meeting. The children were growing and happy. Oh, God, I can’t talk about this!”
I got up and kicked the leg of the armchair with frustration. The shame and anger I felt towards myself swelled up all over again. I was back in that time. I hated the words I was going to have to say. I took a few deep breaths and turned to Katrina again.
“Go on, Cade. Say it. You’re scaring me.”
“I’m sorry. Don’t be scared. I’ve just never told anyone this before, and I hate this part of me.”
She stood up and touched my hand. “You saw those photos of me. I hate that part of me.”
I sat down on the sofa next to her, but I couldn’t speak. She thought the photos of her dancing for men was bad. She had no idea. I buried my head in my hands.
“Oh, Cade,” she whispered.
“My children,” I said, and my voice broke.
“The twins,” she prompted.
I nodded. “A boy and a girl.”
“Are they with their mother? You don’t see them?” Katrina asked.
I shook my head. ‘No.’
“Why?” she asked, and there was a new dread in her voice.
“Because … because … one night … I came home from work really late.” I stood up and walked away from Katrina. I went to stand at the window. I looked into the dark sky and I let myself remember that night.
Cade
Two years previously.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2shR99NnwCA
I came home as usual and walked through the door, and there was an odd smell in the house. The smell of something that had been burnt. I walked through the empty house and I could see that Christine had set the table with candles as I passed the dining room.
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