by Mia Madison
My cock hardened thinking about her. She had the most angelic face and pouty lips. It had been a while since I felt a nice pair of lips on my cock, much less lips attached to a beautiful woman of substance.
I wasn’t without options. Sometimes a hard-up dancer might offer herself up in exchange for whatever she thought she could get at the time. She’d learn quickly that I didn’t mix business with pleasure, and leave with a warning that future attempts would lead to termination.
I wasn’t sure if I could uphold that stance with Blair. She came with an underlying heat that even she didn’t realize.
I’d had enough of the hyper-sexual beauty. Most dancers used it because it sold well with our audience. I needed something refreshing and natural.
And something that went deeper than the exchange of energetic friction that led us both to orgasm. My heart hadn’t been touched like this in a long time, and while I couldn’t place it, I didn’t want to keep that hard icebox where my heart used to be.
Free of company and hornier than I’d been in a long time, I pulled my dick out. Thick and nine inches with a vicious curve, I’ve made more than a few women shake and cry praises to their god of choice.
I gripped the smooth shaft with my bare hand, feeling the weightiness as it slowly came to life from attention.
I’d love to make Blair lose control under my touch. Watch that girl-next-door poise of her dismantle under the magic of my choke stroke while she gasped for air and mercy.
“Baby, you have no idea how good and how deep I’d fuck you,” I said aloud, thinking of Blair. I began languishing my length with strong pulls, lavishing it with a rhythm reminiscent of those first timid strokes you give when you’re first sliding into pussy.
I imagined Kitten dancing for me, making me hard before dropping to her knees. “I want you to feed me that cock,” she purred. “I want to know how you taste.”
“Delicious, baby doll,” I’d say, spreading my legs widely and steering the base of my cock so it’s steadily pointed towards those plush lips. “Absolutely delicious. Come get a lick.”
I’d closed my eyes and gotten to the point where she’d slowly engulfed my length when an urgent knock at the door. “Cam?!”
I could tell it was Blair. Fuck. I needed to adjust myself. She couldn’t see me like this. It would be embarrassing, not to mention grounds for harassment. Shit, I was thirty-six. There’s no way I should have been letting myself get carried away like this in the first place.
Another knock, followed by a more frantic call for my name.
“Coming, I’m coming.” I reached into my drawer and sprayed some cologne. “Give me a sec.”
Our eyes met and I knew something was wrong.
“What’s wrong, hun?”
“Someone slashed our tires.”
“You’re kidding.”
Those brown eyes pooled with tears as she shook her head. “Trixie and I went to the car. I should have noticed something was wrong when the gas cap was left open. I thought nothing of it, but when I tried to pull out, I noticed the car felt weird. I pulled back in. That’s when I saw the tires were slashed.”
“Where’s Trixie?”
“She’s at the bar. She has both our bags.”
“I’ll look at the security cameras, first. Do you need a ride home?”
She paused as if it were just sinking in. It was thirty minutes to midnight. Slashed tires would require a fresh set, and nobody would be open at this time of night.
“I - we can handle it.” Even then, her resolve was to remain independent. This wasn’t the time for her to flex her autonomy.
“No. One of my men can take you, or I can take you myself.”
Letting her catch an Uber wasn’t an option. She and Trixie were leaving a club near midnight with potentially hundreds of dollars each in funds.
What if someone followed them home with all intents and purposes to rob them the moment Uber stepped away? Not that it’s happened here, but it’s happened before.
“I can’t inconvenience you like that. Especially not after keeping me company tonight.”
“Nonsense. You’re one of my dancers. It’s only right that I guard you when something foul happens on my property. You don’t know who it is, or what their motive is.”
Blair didn’t respond, but the sour expression on her face informed me that she had an idea as to who would do this. I could have bet any amount of money her assumptions were on Lena, especially considering the evening’s events.
I radioed the head of security, ordering him to grab Trixie and bring her to my office.
Trixie wasn’t my cup of tea; she was a gorgeous woman and great dancer, but not someone I’d like in my office, shooting the shit with me. She was a package deal, however. If I covered Blair, I needed to shelter her too.
Security escorted Trixie and her bags to the office. We left the girls in there to head to the security office. There, we looked at the tapes to see who slashed their tires and vandalized their car.
Looking at the main camera, a tall figure dressed in black had approached the vehicle. They attacked it with stealth, and poured sugar in the tank before mixing into the crowd of patrons in the parking lot and disappearing into the night.
“I can’t get a clear view of who it is, boss.” Maine, head of security, shook his head regretfully. He prided himself on knowing how to identify people. “From what I can see, the suspect is about 5’10” - 6’, slim build. The cap obscures their hair, so we can’t get a detailed look, but it’s not so thick and high that they’re hiding a lot.”
“You’re looking at a man or woman, late 20s to early 30s. Short to medium length hair. Medium complexion. Slim build.”
I nodded. “That’s a good enough start. Is Lena off the property?”
My thoughts immediately went to Lena. She was angry enough when she left. What would she have to lose by destroying Trixie’s car on the way out?
“She’s been gone for a while. There was a lot of alcohol on her breath so we took her home.”
“What time was this?”
“About 10:20 PM. According to the cameras, this happened forty-five minutes ago.”
That was still enough time for her to turn around and come back, if she wanted to. But considering Lena’s admission of financial challenges, a $50 round-trip cab ride wouldn’t be in her budget, even if she were too drunk to care.
I sighed. Shit. I had an obvious suspect but no proof of obvious guilt. I wanted this to be open and shut so we can move on with our lives, but without proof, I wasn’t going to be able to fire, arrest, or have disciplinary action put on anybody.
7
Blair
After Cam and security left, Trixie and I were alone in Cam’s office. Trixie sat on the couch, sighing lightly.
I paced back and forth with a million thoughts swirling in my head. The main one being that we’d been attacked, the second was that it was by Lena. Who else would want to do that?
Wait, I wouldn’t answer that. Trixie had enough spats with other dancers lately due to their dislike of her success. And the slicing threat from Lena played in my head over and over. This was enough for me to speak up on something I’d been thinking about all night.
I cleared my throat. “I think it’s time to find another place to dance.”
“Why?”
Unlike myself, Trixie had leaned back, eyes closed. I could tell she had a little bit of a high from popping in the VIP room with Jack. She didn’t appear to have a care in the world, despite the fact that we weren’t going to have a way to take our own ride home.
“What do you mean why?” My eyes bugged in disbelief. “Your car tires just got slashed, and someone poured sugar in the tank.”
“I needed new tires anyway.” She yawned, unaffected by the reiteration of information.
“Lena’s pretty angry, Trix. She made a threat to slash your face when you went to VIP. You don’t think this is a warning?”
“You’re scared of a
bitter washed up dancer?” She scoffed. “We make up to $1,000 a night, and but a little sugar and some mild threats from an alcoholic bitch are enough to run you off?”
Trix never shied away from conflict, but this was serious to me. Maybe it was the effects of the Xanax and champagne party she had, but she didn’t register the danger that threatened us in this environment.
We weren’t in a tiny, podunk city. We were in a major one where there were several options for dancers, some of which were more upscale and promised more. I was ready to hit the next rung of the income ladder. We could make more with our talent elsewhere, why wait?
“I don’t want you to get hurt,” I pleaded. “I’m not much of a fighter. I can’t protect you if something happens.”
It was true. I wasn’t. I was short, 5’3.” I was busty and curvy like Marilyn Monroe, but I had no strength. I could barely do a pushup. It was amazing that I had the stamina to dance. I guess the rush of money is always enough to make you work for it, especially when it comes in twenties, fifties, and hundreds.
“I don’t need your protection, Bubbles.” Trixie used her secret nickname for me when we were kids. It was her way of expressing affection for our friendship. “I can handle myself. And I can handle you too. Besides, you don’t get in trouble.”
“That’s not the point. The point is I don’t want anything to happen to you. I don’t want you to have to handle yourself. I want you to enjoy working normal shifts with mild drama, and go home safely at the end of the night.”
“It’s not like we’re broke.”
“It’s not like we’re making a crapton every single night either.” I’d left with a little over $500 that night. Definitely not my worst night, but still nothing to scream over. More than anything, it wouldn’t be enough to convince me that we needed to keep working at this current spot with the threat of violence over our heads.
“We have experience,” I persisted. “We’re young and have great bodies. Maybe we need to try a different club? Let’s do some auditions tomorrow?”
“Blair.” Trixie’s irritation cut through her carefree disposition. “We’re not going to run away from our problems by going to another strip club. Jealousy is everywhere. Bitters are everywhere. We have to just take what we have and work with it. Besides, this isn’t our forever. We’re only doing this for a short.”
“What’s your plan then?” I challenged. “Have you declared a major yet?”
Trixie sighed. “Not tonight… I’m tired.”
“I know, but we have to be smart about this,” I said. “We bullshit our way through high school, and we can’t bullshit through college. Our parents would kill us if they knew what we were doing, so we can’t do this forever.”
She didn’t respond, so I pressed. “Can we please be smart and find something a little safer. Please?”
“Ugh, sure. Whatever.”
“Thank you.”
She grunted, her gruff welcome to me, and shifted in her seat. Moments later, the sound of light snoring filled the office, letting me know she’d been tired enough to agree to anything just to escape to slumber.
8
Cam
After twenty minutes of viewing tapes, I was certain Lena was behind the attack. The timeframe was tight, but with enough maneuvering, she could have easily pulled this off.
I wouldn’t reveal my thoughts yet. I would wait until she returned to work. My focus shifted to getting Blair home safely.
“You ladies ready?” I knocked on the door before entering.
Trixie was knocked out on the couch, without a care in the world. Blair paced the floor, obviously unnerved by the situation. I walked up to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. Leaning in, I lowered my voice so only she could hear.
“Your car?”
She shook her head. “Trixie’s. Do you have any suspects?”
I shook my head. She had enough on her mind tonight. I felt the need to lighten the burden.
“I’ll take you home.”
“You don’t have to, really.”
“I insist.” I nodded toward two security men at the door. “They’ll take us in one of the club vehicles. I need to make sure you get home safe.”
“We have to tow -”
“I’ll handle it tomorrow.” Squeezing her shoulder, I gestured toward Trixie. “Wake up Sleeping Beauty.”
Security took the driver and passenger side of the front. Blair assisted a sleepy Trixie into the car, placing her in the first row. I placed their duffels on the floor next to Trixie’s legs.
I assisted Blair into the car, gently shielding her with my body to guard her privacy. Several dancers and patrons were watching, whispers and rumors blooming in their eyes, but I didn’t give a shit. Let them talk all they want, I was still the boss.
Blair provided the address to the driver. She relaxed as we settled into the drive. Not much, but enough for me to feel her legs soften as she curled against the window.
The closed cabin of the car brought up the musky scent of that wood sage perfume. Her natural essence mixed with the mid-notes, creating a fragrance that was truly her own.
Again, rare and unforgettable.
She was protective of Trixie, perhaps even more protective of her than she was of herself. Trixie immediately went back to sleep within minutes of driving.
It wasn’t long before she followed behind. As her leg slid, the barrier of her sweats against my slacks didn’t prevent the electric pop I felt from the contact. Even through the fabric, I imagined her, soft and warm and sweet smelling, delectable to hold.
We hit a small bump in the road, and it jerked her up. Groggy, she groaned and sat up straight. I didn’t interact with her, knowing I’d awaken her from the relaxed state. I enjoyed seeing her at ease. It made her look more angelic, even in the dark. I wanted to burn this memory into my imagination.
She eased back into slumber and started to slide in my direction. I opened my arm, allowing her to slide into my body. She fit perfectly in the crook of my arm, and it sent a pleasant sensation swirling in my chest. I clasped my arm in a subtle attempt to pull her close to me. I wanted to feel her warmth and inhale the cozy scent of her hair. Her locks smelled like almond cream.
She groaned lightly in my arm, but I squeezed her a little more. “Relax,” I murmured. She loosened up, relaxing further. She trusted the safety of my presence, and for some reason, that meant everything to me.
We rode in silence all the way to her home. When we pulled up to the curb, Trixie sat up and stretched. She turned and saw Blair curled up in my arms. She smiled wry yet genuine. It was her sneaky little revelation that she’d quickly assessed what she’d observed, and decided she approved.
The passenger side security man opened our doors. He reached to grab the duffels, and Trixie whispered she’d get them. He didn’t listen, because I’d given him strict instructions not to let the girls lift a finger in my presence. After the night they’d had, it was the least I could do.
Blair stirred to life slowly after I’d nudged her. She groaned lightly as she pressed her small hands against me. My arm immediately missed her presence.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I didn’t realize I was so tired.”
“It’s okay,” I assured. “You needed the rest.”
My driver eyed us, aware of the tone I used with her. It was softer, relaxed, much more friendly and informal than the tone I used with the dancers. His eyes cast a curious glance as he took in the fact that I’d actually allowed a woman to lean against me. I hadn’t allowed a woman from the club, much less one of my dancers, share close space with me in ages.
I walked the ladies to the door, ensuring they were inside safely. Trixie thanked us for the ride, and immediately grabbed her bags and disappeared into the apartment. Blair looked at me, her eyes tired, yet alert, as if she were waiting for another set of orders.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
She nodded, suppressing a yawn with her hand.
“I’ve got a lot on my mind of course. But thank you… for everything.”
“We all do. I’m tired myself,” I confessed.
Her perceptive chocolate eyes crinkled in delight, giving me the opportunity to really gaze into them again. Wow, they were beautiful. They radiated an innocence makeup couldn’t fake.
“Get some sleep. I’ll have the car towed in the morning. I’ll get to the bottom of it, and handle it from there. You just promise to get some rest. Okay, babydoll?”
“Okay.”
Without any forethought, I leaned in and kissed her forehead. I reached into my pocket and slipped her my business card.
“Call me if you need anything. Goodnight, baby doll.”
We stood outside the house for about five minutes. Just in case anyone followed us to their home, or in case they may have forgotten something.
As quickly as the lights had come on, they’d gone back off. Those ladies were clearly exhausted. I didn’t blame them either. It wasn’t half past midnight, yet I was ready to go straight home myself.
“Back to the club?” the driver asked.
Shaking my head, declined.
“Just take me home.”
9
Cam
I napped in the backseat on the way home. I had a condo downtown. It was a modest investment, but I was a man of modest means. I didn’t need to declare my wealth with the biggest and best. Not when I was home, of course.
Nobody knew where I lived, save for security personnel. Keeping my life outside the club private was key to my sanity. Especially since this wasn’t what my life was about anyway.
I provided detailed instructions to security. Lena was not allowed anywhere near the club until her suspension is up. If she comes for any reason, I’d need to be contacted immediately. Nobody was to answer any questions about Lena, Trixie, or Blair.