I never thought I’d be so good at this. Or that these guys would love me so much. But they throw more money at me than I’ve ever seen in my life.
Maybe I have a new calling. If this whole senator thing doesn’t work out at least I have a backup.
“Desire to the VIP room,” the DJ announces again, as if he’s annoyed at me this time. “Dante, you’re needed too.”
I look at the DJ in surprise and I can see that I’m not the only one. Many other customers and dancers seem just as stunned that I’m being called for a private dance right now. At first I’d agreed with Lucia that it must be a very high rolling customer because I’m in the middle of a three song set.
Dante had continually told me that all these guys came to see me and he’d instructed me not to give any VIP dances until I was done with my set. I’d done enough research online to know that’s how it works: first you dance for everyone on stage, and then you dance for whoever pays the most for private dances.
But now that the DJ is saying Dante is supposed to go to the VIP room as well, I know that Marino is still there with that girl who walked in. And I have no idea what they have in mind for me to do.
I get down off the stage and Dante comes up behind me. He grabs my ass with a firm hand and I can’t say I don’t like it. The other girls must like it too, considering that they stare at me with obvious jealousy.
“Nadia, get up on stage,” he tells one of the other dancers. “Apparently Desire and I are needed in the VIP room.”
“What’s up with that?” she asks, annoyed.
“I can’t say I know,” he says. He obviously doesn’t like that he doesn’t know what’s happening in his own club. “But don’t go thinking you can do it too.”
“I guess special rules apply for the new girl,” she says, looking me up and down.
Here I go making enemies already and it’s not even my fault. I have no idea what’s even going on and obviously Dante doesn’t either. I suspect that this girl who came to see Marino has more power over him than she should.
Dante tightens his grip on me and his finger slips down in a firm grab of my pussy. I instinctively tighten up my muscles around his finger. I want him further, closer, deeper, tighter inside me.
I don’t know where we’re going but I’m happy to follow him. Especially because I know that Marino’s there. I want a repeat of my audition, except this time I want to finish it.
Chapter 15 – Jessica
I follow Dante to the VIP room. Right now I’d follow him anywhere. My pussy is dripping wet, leaking juices onto his finger as he pulls me in the direction of VIP.
Everyone is looking at us and he knows it. He grabs my nipple and plays with it, marking me even more obviously as his own.
“Let’s see what my psycho brother is up to in here,” he says.
We enter the VIP room and nearly run into a blonde girl who’s stomping out in a huff. It’s the same one who had come up to Dante and brought him in here.
“What was that all about?” Dante asks.
“Samantha is being a fucking lunatic,” Marino says. “Threatening to do something if we don’t let her dance here again.”
“Threatening to do what?”
“I don’t know. Go to the cops or the senate or something.”
I try not to stiffen up at the mention of the word “Senate.”
Act normal, Jessica, I tell myself.
I’m so close to gathering evidence. And maybe this Samantha girl can help me. She seems to have it in for the Rossi brothers.
Except I’m not sure I even want to now. That would end my fun with the Rossi Brothers. They make me feel something I’ve never felt before. I think I’m fucking falling for them, as crazy as that sounds.
So now I’m torn between my personal desires and my professional obligations. Great.
“Samantha’s only back because we’ve hired her,” Dante says, nodding his head in my direction.
“I know,” Marino says. “She pretty much said as much. Said no one’s ever heard of Desire, says Desire’s up to no good…”
Dante smacks me hard on my ass.
“What clubs have you worked at?” he asks me. “I don’t know why my bonehead brother didn’t ask you that during your job interview.”
“I travel,” I tell him, making sure not to let my voice waver.
I’d looked it up on online dancer forums and a lot of girls travel around to where they can be fresh faces and make more money.
“The last place I danced was in Portland. A little place called…”
“Oh yes, Oregon. Where you can be nude and have alcohol,” Dante interrupts. “Must be nice to own a club in Portland.”
“Nah,” Marino says, shrugging. “Too saturated. There’s a strip club on every corner there.”
“The girls don’t make as much there as in cities with less clubs,” I agree.
I’d read about that online too.
“There’s a certain ceiling and I hit it so…”
“So on to the next place,” Dante says. “Smart girl. And your wholesome, innocent look makes sense now, knowing that you’re from Portland. Portland strippers are different from New York City or Miami strippers. Dancing to make some money on the side is a totally different culture there. More accepted. More normal.”
“But I have no idea why you’d come here,” Marino says, as if Dante is focusing on the wrong thing. “You’re pretty enough to be a Scores girl. A Double Diamonds diva who prances around demanding things like Samantha does…”
“Shut up, Marino,” Dante says. “Do you want to lose the best girl we’ve had in years?”
I laugh. It’s nice to let out some nervous energy. I hope they’re not onto me. And I have to admit I appreciate their compliments.
“Don’t worry,” I tell them. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Because you liked what we did to you the other night, didn’t you?” Dante asks.
He takes his pants down and shows me his huge cock again. I should be shocked, but I’m not. And I also surprise myself by how much I want it.
“Marino, I’m fucking her right here and now,” he says. “You can watch or you can join in or you can leave. But don’t say I didn’t give you an opportunity.”
Although he was initially hesitant, Marino must have gotten over that. Because suddenly he’s behind me and so is his huge cock. I feel it pressing up against my ass, as hard as Dante’s.
I’m overcome with so much lust. I never knew I would want two cocks at once but I do.
“You’ve gotten us into a lot of trouble,” Dante says. “You’d better beg us for forgiveness.”
Marino pulls me down to my knees, holding my wrists behind my back. Before I even know what’s come over me Dante’s cock is in my mouth.
I suck on it eagerly, begging him for forgiveness for what he thinks I’ve done and what I know I’m about to do. I’m pretty sure that having sex with an employee in the VIP room is exactly the kind of evidence the senate committee wants me to gather.
But I can’t even think of that right now. Because all I can think of is Dante’s big cock in my mouth.
“Eat it like a good little slut,” he tells me. “And beg my forgiveness.”
“Please forgive me,” I say, humming up against his cock as he rams it deeper and deeper into my throat.
Marino is behind me, putting on a condom as fast as he can.
“I’m going to fuck her first,” he tells Dante, as if declaring me his prize. “I know she was your birthday gift…”
“Do it,” Dante says, his big cock filling my mouth. “She gives good head. I’m fine right here.”
I feel the tip of Marino’s cock up against my pussy and I can’t believe I’m about to have my very first threesome. In a public club where anyone could walk in at any minute.
I think of what they’d find: me wearing only a G-string that Marino has pushed over to the side, my tits hanging out and Dante’s cock shoved deep into my throat while M
arino gets ready to push his big cock into my pussy.
I feel a mixture of humiliation and power like none that I’ve ever felt before.
“Fuck me,” I beg as well as I can, since my mouth is full of Dante’s cock. “Please fuck me Marino.”
“I love when this little bitch begs for you,” Marino says. “While my cock is in her mouth.”
I feel Marino push his cock into me and I stifle a scream. It’s so big it hurts. And yet it feels so good.
“Your pussy is so wet and ready for me,” Marino says, pulling my hair back while he thrusts himself all the way inside me. “I’ve claimed it and it’s mine. Whatever Dante wants to do with it after this, I took it first.”
Dante grabs my breasts and jams his cock further down my throat as Marino pumps himself in and out of me.
“I’m coming,” I moan, not even caring how loud I am now.
“Good, because I’m about to shoot my cum into your mouth,” Dante says, pulling his cock half way out so that only the head is in my mouth. I suck on it while playing with his shaft. His cum squirts into my mouth and I swallow it up as Marino rides me from behind.
I gasp as I feel a wave of pleasure roll over me like none that I’d ever felt before.
“Come on my cock,” Marino orders me, as Dante takes his cock out of my mouth and slaps me on the face and breasts with it. “Because it’s about to come in your pussy.”
“Dante. Marino,” I say, not sure whose name to call out first because both of them are making me feel so good. “This feels amazing.”
“You’re our slut now and we can do whatever we want with you,” Dante declares. “But it doesn’t mean anything more than that.”
Marino groans as he pulses and throbs inside me. “It only means more than that if we all want it to.”
I collapse into his arms that are outstretched behind me. My legs are spread out on Dante’s. We lie there a panting, entangled mess while I think about what Marino just said.
If we all want it to, it could mean more.
I don’t know what I want this to mean. I just know that this was the best sex I’ve ever had and I never want it to stop. If that means this could turn into more than just an undercover job than so be it.
I’m ready for whatever is in store with the Rossi brothers. They’ve completely owned my body and they’re beginning to own my soul.
I never thought I’d enjoy being a stripper but I proved myself wrong. I never thought I’d enjoy blowing one guy while another fucks me but I proved myself wrong about that too.
So I’m not even going to pretend to know that I can predict what’s in store for me. Maybe the Rossi brothers and I will do this more often. Maybe it will turn into something more than just fun sex.
And maybe I’ll keep liking it. At least until my personal life gets in the way of my professional life. Or until they use me up and toss me aside like it seems that they did to this Samantha chick.
Although it looks and sounds to me like she had it coming. But I can’t say the same isn’t true about me. I want to see what happens with the Rossi brothers but I doubt they could ever forgive the way we started, once they find out why I really walked into their club.
Chapter 16 – Dante
Two Weeks Later
Things are working out exactly as they should. The Fun House is making more money and the clients keep coming in to see Desire.
There’s only one fucking problem.
I don’t want her dancing for them.
I’ve come to think of Jessica— Desire— as ours. Marino’s and mine. I can’t help but not want to share her with anyone else.
Tonight, guys are lining the stage asking for lap dances and private VIP room sessions. But as she bends down to collect their money before finishing her last song, I nod at her.
“Desire, we need you in the office,” I tell her.
She looks a bit relieved, and I’m glad. I like that she would rather be with Marino and me than with all of these other guys.
Usually some office workers are here, doing the schedule or the books. But right now no one is here so I duck into it after calling Marino in.
She comes in after us and smiles.
“Lock the door,” I tell her.
She does. And then she asks us, “Am I doing a good job, Bosses?”
“Yes,” Marino says. “But it’s like you’re doing too good of a job.”
Of course my brother and I were thinking the same things. That’s just how we work.
“I don’t want you doing private dances anymore,” I tell her. “Your job is to dance for Marino and me and that’s it. Don’t worry, we’ll make it worth your while. I’d rather pay you for your private dances than let those pervs shell out small bills to you all night.”
“Is that a wise business decision?” she asks, with a small smirk.
I can tell she likes the idea.
“We’re getting to the point where it doesn’t matter,” Marino says, ever the business man. “This place is going to sell itself soon. No one needs to know that the star dancer isn’t going along with it.”
“Plus, it’s always good for the owners to relax and be entertained,” I tell her, as I pull her up into my arms.
I sit her down on the desk and then Marino walks over and pulls her little G-string to the side.
“I’ve been needing to see this up close since I saw you on stage,” he says, staring at Jessica’s perfect pussy. “To tell you the truth, it bothers me that all these men are looking at you, wanting to do the same thing I do to you.”
He puts his finger into her pussy and she squeals in delight.
“At least I’m the only one who can do this to you,” he says. “Well, and Dante of course.”
I watch him pinch her clit between his fingers and rub it eagerly, while she flutters her sparkly eyelids in joy.
“Soon we won’t have to worry about it,” I assure Marino. “We’ll be done with this place and Jessica will be all ours. Won’t you, Jessica?”
“Yes.”
She lays back on the desk and Marino kneels down and licks her pussy. I move around to the other side of the desk so that I can stick my cock in her mouth. She sucks on it upside down while Marino sucks on her pussy.
I watch her eyes looking up at me as she takes my shaft in her hand and eats my balls. Then she licks up and down the length of my cock, stopping to suck on the end of it. I’ve never been on the receiving end of such a good blow job before.
She moans now, so Marino is obviously doing a good job of eating her pussy.
“This feels so amazing,” she says, as she wiggles around on the desk.
“I’m coming.”
“Come in my mouth,” Marino tells her. “And then I’m going to fuck you so you’ll come on my cock.”
Jessica’s right. This is so amazing. And I don’t ever want it to fucking end.
Chapter 17 – Marino
My cock grows so hard as I lick Jessica’s delicious pussy that I just can’t take it anymore. As soon as her orgasm is complete, I put on a condom and shove myself into her. She’s dripping wet and feels so tight and soft and good.
“I’ve been waiting to fuck you all night,” I tell her. “My cock needed your pussy.”
“Hrpmh,” she says, since her cock is full of my brother’s cock.
Dante fucks her mouth while I fuck her pussy, and I can feel myself throbbing inside her. I can still taste her and I love the smell of her lavender scented perfume mixed with the smell of our sex. I’m overcome with the sensation of a rising orgasm.
I thrust in and out of her as her legs are spread wide around my hips and her body is splayed out on the desk.
“I’m going to come,” I tell her, and just as soon as I’ve said it I feel my cum shooting out. The damn condom gets in our way but it still feels amazing, just like she said.
I realize that both Jessica and Dante are coming too, but just then there’s a knock at the door.
“One second,” I call o
ut, as they stifle their moans.
“Fuck,” I say, but they’re too caught up in the height of passion to care who is at the door.
It would be awful if the inspector decided to make a visit right now.
Dante fills up Jessica’s mouth with his cum and she chokes and sputters some of it out, shivering as her own orgasm finishes up yet again.
“Oh my god,” she says, sitting up and re-arranging the small outfit we’d half torn off of her in our passion. “I don’t know how I managed to swallow all of that cum.”
“You’re quite the champ,” Dante says, zipping up his pants as I do the same.
Then I poke my head out the door and I’m relieved to see that it’s only a bouncer.
“What do you want?” I ask him gruffly.
“Sorry to interrupt,” he says, obviously letting on that he knows what we were doing in here. “But some of the guys are asking for Desire? I don’t know what to tell them.”
“Tell them she’s not feeling well and had to go home early,” I tell him.
“What? Seriously?”
His forehead crinkles up in anger.
“They’re going to throw a fit.”
I shrug.
“I know Desire is in high demand but she can’t always be around,” I tell him. “They have to get used to that fact and get used to some of the other girls in the Club.”
Because she’s not going to be here for long, I think to myself.
I’ve clearly fucking fallen for her, and so has Dante, and her being a dancer here just can’t work out for much longer. We are known for fucking taking what we want, and sharing it with each other, but not with anyone else.
“So I’m not feeling well, huh?” Jessica asks, as soon as the bouncer had headed back to the masses to deliver the bad news. “That’s funny because I’m actually feeling super fucking good.”
“I think you need to eat,” I tell her.
“I just did.”
She laughs. I can’t help but laugh with her. The sound of her chuckling is contagious, and I love to see the dimples appear in her cheeks.
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