by Ivy Banks
Dancer’s Delight
Royal Vampire Kingdom
Ivy Banks
Copyright © 2019 by Ivy Banks
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictionally. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events, businesses, companies, institutions, or locales is entirely coincidental.
When you’re running a kingdom, you must protect your people.
Contents
Royal Vampire Kingdom Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
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Royal Vampire Kingdom Prologue
Many eons ago, the first vampire came into existence when a great warrior named Atticus was given the gift of immortality from an almighty warlock. But with the gift of eternal life came great responsibility. As Atticus developed a thirst for blood, he knew he had to leverage his powers wisely.
Over time, immortality became lonely, and Atticus embarked on a quest to form his own family. Choosing his “children” based on strength of character, fortitude and the ability to navigate an ever changing world for millennia upon millennia, Atticus created a clan that would be able to rule over all other vampires, creating order and hierarchy among them.
The Vampire King gave sixteen worthy humans the gift of everlasting life. The chosen soon became the fifteen princes and sole princess of the vampire world. Together they became the Hanover family.
From these original sixteen individuals, all vampires in the world were created. Though vampires now cover the Earth as rampantly as man and beast, the original Hanover clan remains the most powerful among them.
This is the love story of Lucas Hanover.
Chapter 1
Tiffany adjusted her red lace bra one final time to make her breasts look more voluptuous. It was going to be a big pay day. She knew exactly what these guys wanted and she was ready to give it to them.
No touching allowed was a firm rule at The Dominion and its sister clubs, but lap dances and pole dancing didn’t bring in the amount of cash she needed for the lavish lifestyle she wanted. She was always one to break the rules, so she wasn’t going to let the club’s rules get in the way of her livelihood.
A knock on the door let her know her clients had arrived. The key to getting tipped well was letting the men feel like she enjoyed herself, and most of the time, she did. The two men behind the door were hot, and the best part was that they loved to throw their Silicon Valley money around. She was willing to do whatever they wanted because what they were willing to pay her. By the end of that night she would be able to pay her rent for at least two months, with enough left over to get a new Prada handbag she’d had her eye on.
She inhaled deeply and plastered a fake smile on her face and opened the door. She gave the bouncer, Carlos, a quick wink for being game, she would tip him out later, and she welcomed her clients to the VIP room. These guys were repeat customers that she’d been working for awhile, and she could tell from their faces that the sexy duo were ready to play. The best thing about working at a high-end Las Vegas gentlemen’s club like The Dominion was the clientele it brought in, and these guys exemplified it.
The bottles of tequila and vodka were set up with mixers, glasses, and ice on the table in front of the red tufted couch that formed a semi-circle around the private performance area. She grasped their hands, shut the door, and led them to the couch to be seated.
After making sure the two men were comfortable, she poured them both drinks. It didn’t take long before they got down to business.
She straddled the dark-haired man’s lap, peeling off his glasses and grinded up against his cock. She felt his member lengthen from beneath his jeans as she moved her hips back and forth.
The blond man rose from the couch and stood behind her. He unhooked her bra, exposing her large, firm breasts. Tiffany had used her entire savings to purchase larger implants, and she believed it was money well spent. Her tips had almost doubled after she went from a C-cup to a DD-cup.
After the second breast implant surgery, the sensations in her nipples weren’t the same. However, her client would never guess that she could hardly feel him twisting and pinching them because she moaned and groaned like his touch was pushing her over the edge of ecstasy.
Tiffany scooted off the first man’s lap onto the couch, removed her panties, and positioned herself on all fours, before cooing out orders at the blond, “Take me from behind.”
The blond’s eyes lit up as he unbuckled his pants.
These guys are so predictable, she thought. I don’t even need to waste my time with foreplay. I’ll get them to cum quick and then I can go back out there and make more money. Easy peasy…
She unbuckled the brown-haired man’s pants so she could go down on him while the blond man entered her doggy style. Moving her mouth up and down, the man moaned loudly, his mouth agape in a pre-orgasmic daze. The blond man thrust into her forcefully while grunting like a wild animal.
Tiffany felt the dark-haired man’s cock begin to throb, signalling he was on the verge of release. The blond man’s grunting became more erratic, and she knew he was also ready to explode. She cupped the set of balls in front of her, giving them a firm tug. At the same time she clenched her pussy around the blond’s rigid, pumping member like a vice grip.
Yes, both at the same time, Tiffany thought smugly. I’m really that good.
She panted and yelled out, bucking her hips into the blond and filling her mouth with the other man. Neither man could contain themselves any longer and she sat back on the exploding cock inside her while the hot, milky cum shot out of the other one all over her chest.
Chapter 2
Lucas Hanover sat in his lavish office and turned on his computer to look at the security cameras of his club. The green-flecks in his hazel eyes were alight as he watched the live security footage with alarm.
That can’t be what I think it is, he thought, glancing at the other camera screens to see if anyone else had noticed.
There was no immediate activity and he gritted his teeth together. He reached for the radio and pressed the outcall button.
“Steve, cams six and eight… Do you see what’s happening inside the champagne lounge?” he asked, his voice a deep monotone that did not reflect the annoyance he was feeling. “Tiffany has gone too far this time. Break it up! Immediately!”
“Copy that, Mr. Hanover,” came Steve’s lackadaisical response.
Lucas cringed as he watched Tiffany pull her mouth from the brown haired man as she finished him off with a few strokes of her hand. The second man, a blond guy, pulled out from Tiffany and rubbed his liquid pearls over Tiffany’s back and onto the red velvet couch.
Just fucking great, thought Lucas. Now I will have to replace that couch. I’m taking it out of her pay.
Lucas sat back and watched as his guards swarmed the champagne lounge. He smiled in satisfaction, watching them cross their arms sternly as they waited for Tiffany and the two men to put their clothes back on.
He would not tolerate prostitution in his clubs. He had too many good employees to have one bad one ruin it for everybody. Plus, he had a st
anding policy that anybody who caused trouble was immediately kicked out, high rollers or not.
In seconds, the offenders were escorted out of the club through the back exit, a policy put in place so as to not upset the clients or the dancers. The manager would have to give Tiffany her last paycheck, and he shot off a text directing him to do so. As the owner, Lucas was glad he didn’t have to deal with her.
His eyes switched to the main stage camera where Amberlyn had set up, the boa constrictor writhing sensually over her curvy frame. Lucas had no interest in the show, only in the security of his clubs, but he was glad that the recent expulsion hadn’t caused a stir and upset the live exotic animal dangerously encircling his employee.
He switched the camera to another stage where Penelope performed. I wish all of my employees could be like her. She’s beautiful, smart, and she follows the rules.
His eyes lingered on her longer than he intended. Lucas had always had a soft spot for Penelope.
“Crisis averted, Mr. Hanover,” the head of security announced through the walkie-talkie. Lucas didn’t bother to respond. He wondered what would have happened if he had not mentioned the incident.
It should have been averted earlier, Lucas thought with annoyance. He had sunk endless amounts of money into training his security staff to be able to detect potential troublemakers—whether that was his dance staff or patrons.
Lucas reasoned it was his own fault. He allowed the security staff too much leeway over the years. They knew that Lucas spent a great deal of time checking out the cameras, so his head of security apparently didn’t feel the need to watch the cameras as closely. It was not an excuse though. They still had jobs to do and apparently, they were slacking.
After what happened at The Kingdom last week, we need to be more cautious, Lucas told himself. Something like that happening with a full staff present is unheard of. And Nevada is an open carry state.
He was still trying to piece together how the hell they got away with it. It was not that there weren’t enough security guards on duty; as he could see it now it was more likely that his men were getting lazy and neglecting their posts.
I need to call a security meeting and go over all the protocols again.
“Steve, come in here,” Lucas said into the radio.
“Copy that, boss.”
A moment later, Steve appeared outside the office door, rapping gently. Recognizing him on the external camera, Lucas buzzed him inside the metal security portal.
“Nice catch on the camera. I’m shocked that Tiffany did that. Those guys were smugger than all hell,” the head of security announced, strolling inside. “But thankfully not carrying.”
“Why wasn’t someone keeping an eye on the champagne lounge?” Lucas asked evenly. “You know how important that is. It’s quite obvious Tiffany was a willing participant, but I never want any of my employees to be put in danger. It’s absolutely unacceptable that any of this happened.”
Steve grinned cunningly at the club owner. “Oh, come on, Lucas. This is Vegas. It’s all legal, right?”
Lucas ran a hand through his white-blond hair and stared intently at the overweight bouncer. “No Steve,” Lucas replied sternly. “This is a gentlemen’s club. We don’t allow prostitution—even if it’s legal.”
Do they believe that I am so money hungry that I would sacrifice employee safety for a few extra bucks? Or the reputation of my clubs? So that’s what my security staff thinks of me...
He hoped that wasn’t the case because it wasn’t true; he genuinely cared about the welfare of his people, despite the somewhat questionable terms of their job descriptions.
“Steve, your job is not just to make sure the rules are followed. It’s also about imposing safety standards. I know that you were on vacation when we were robbed at The Kingdom last week, and you didn’t see the full brunt of the destruction or the aftermath, but believe me, we do not want a replay here. I am only going to tell you one time, get a better handle on your security team.”
“Sorry boss,” Steve answered with an appropriate amount of shame. “How much did they get away with last week anyway?”
“About twenty grand. But I don’t care about that,” Lucas replied, sitting back, staring at Steve pensively. “They beat up my bartender and one of the dancers.”
“Have you figured out why security wasn’t able to stop them yet?” Steve asked.
“I’m working with police detectives to conduct a thorough investigation, but the basics seem to be that the intruders were armed and not afraid to use their weapons. They came in with guns blazing and I’m assuming human nature prevailed and the security staff felt scared and outgunned,” Lucas intoned. “But we need to be more vigilant than ever. Your guys need to be hyper aware of every single thing that is happening at this club, or in any of my clubs that you’re working at. We need to predict every incident before it happens and see every bad intention stirring around in a drunk patron’s mind. Use your training on body language and keep this club safe. Do I make myself clear?”
Steve swallowed and nodded quickly.
“To ensure that we’re all on the same page, I’ll be calling a staff meeting tomorrow so we can go over the security protocol for every situation. It seems like everyone around here forgot that we have a particular way of doing things.”
“That’s a good idea,” Steve said brightly, but his cheeriness fell under the scathing look on his boss’ face.
“I shouldn’t have to tell you where there’s trouble in this club. You should be on it before I see anything. If you weren’t good at your job I would never have hired you, but Steve, if I have to tell you this again, it will be in your exit interview.”
Again, the overweight man nodded shifting his eyes downward.
“Okay, get back to work.”
Steve hurried from the office, leaving Lucas to watch the cameras again.
Lucas owned four clubs in Las Vegas and two in Miami Beach. He spent most of his time in Nevada, sometimes making his way to Florida, but he found the brunt of his business was contained in the eighty thousand square feet he owned between his properties on West Sahara and West Flamingo off the main strip.
The robbery had come as shock to Lucas, who had always maintained exceptionally high standards for the safety of his dancers and patrons. He had reason to suspect that the heist had been an inside job as there was no other reason Lucas could imagine that anyone in their right mind would target a place with openly armed bouncers. And the people who had pulled off the robbery were obviously not two-bit meth head criminals; they were pros.
Adding to his suspicion was the fact that the security had been locked out of the main office and the thieves had managed to make their escape through a little-known tunnel inside the secured back room. Unfortunately, this was not before seriously injuring two of his staff.
Those fools picked the wrong business to hit, Lucas had thought at the time, shaking his head at the stupidity of such a stunt. Vegas was a small town, despite its influx of tourism. He would learn who had hit him sooner or later and the retribution would be devastating. He would personally see to that.
As Lucas mentioned to Steve, it had little to do with the money. He regularly spent twenty thousand dollars on impulsive shopping sprees. If not for the abuse the two assailants had administered to his employees, and the destruction they had done by shooting up his building, he would likely have forgotten the entire incident, writing it off as a cost of doing business. But they had made a show of it and Lucas did not appreciate the theatrical gesture.
Which reminded him; Lucas glanced at his diamond-studded Rolex. It was getting late and he wanted to visit his employees in the hospital before visiting hours were over. He had been there every day since the robbery. It was important that they knew he was taking care of everything.
It’s hard enough for these girls without something like this happening, Lucas thought miserably.
He checked out the camera footage one last time and sighed.
Another altercation, a verbal one, had broken out by the bar and his female bartender was trying to break it up before it escalated into blows.
He snatched up the radio and barked into it.
“Steve! Fight at the main bar!”
“Copy.”
He paused at the door to ensure that his bartender was unharmed and that the bouncers closed in before exiting the office.
I’m going to need to do something about this before something bad happens here too.
Chapter 3
Penelope’s dark hair cascaded in tumbling waves over her shoulders as she slowly sashayed around the pole at the center of the stage. She fixated her dark brown eyes on the man directly in front of her, suddenly dropping to her knees in a crawl. Inwardly, she savored the wide-eyed look of embarrassment the kid had as his friends elbowed him in the ribs mockingly.
Penelope had been a dancer for three years and the fun of the show never diminished, no matter how many times she flipped around the brass rail.
Licking her lips, she drew closer to him, staring deeply into his eyes and she wondered if he had ejaculated in his pants yet.
He certainly looks like he has and I’m pretty sure I’d know that look anywhere, Penelope chuckled to herself, maintaining her steadfast gaze on the man-child.
“Tip her, Raj, tip her!” his friends hooted and the young man fumbled for a five-dollar bill to stick in Penelope’s red sequined bra top. She winked at him, backing up slightly as she rolled gracefully onto her six-inch stilettos, spinning easily to take on the pole.
She wrapped her muscular legs around the cold steel, inching her way upward as naturally as a snake wrapping its way around a tree trunk; she moved effortlessly. Closing her eyes, she threw her head back, using only her powerful thighs to secure herself to the pole, caressing her body as if the metal between her legs was a sex toy bringing her to explosive release.