The Night Manager

by Tarrah Anders

  “The performers?”

  “They have light needs from you through the night. On occasion, someone in the audience will get too handsy, but we have security for that. You would follow up with the dancer to check in on them. Our dancers are our family. We look after them and make sure they are feeling safe and happy at all times,” Mal chimes in.

  “I don’t need to teach them their routines, do I?”

  I laugh lightly and shake my head. “Mal and I switch off on choreography and we also have a principal choreographer that we work with for the females specifically. Practices are held here almost daily and, once a week, we have a large studio space where all the dancers attend to rehearse as one company. You are more than welcome to attend, but it’s not required.”

  “What are the nighttime requirements? What exactly would I be doing?” Kendra asks.

  “At the close of each night, the manager on duty conducts closing shifts preparations. That individual, whether it is you or me, will ensure that the bar is closed down properly. During the evening, you would be the eye that is watching over the floor from above. Any suspicious activity that is seen from above, make sure security is on it. We promote a drug-free atmosphere, so we don’t want that in our audience.”

  “What if the performers are using? Do I report that to you guys?” she asks.

  “So far we’ve been lucky. We do have regular drug testing, but if you notice something is off with someone, report it to Beck. She’ll give you the run-down. But we promote a strict no-drug policy for anyone employed here.”

  “Are the dancers contractors? I know that other clubs operate that way.”

  “No, our staff are fully employed by us. They also do not dance at other clubs, so in a way it’s like they’re contracted but we are an at-will club.” I explain.

  “Is there room for this position to be full time?” she asks.

  “Time will tell. Mal is here first thing in the morning until usually five when I come in. Your schedule will vary at first and could go full time. But starting out, we’re going to set you up as part time to get a feel for things. There’s a lot that goes into running this place and we want to make sure you’re happy and we’re happy with the fit.”

  “Okay. Sorry. I meant to ask all that in the interview process, but it just popped to my head.” She smiles.

  We run through more procedures, introduce Kendra to the staff and then the night begins. Mal stays for a little bit to observe and I take a step back to let her get her feet wet.

  At closing time, I slowly run through everything as Kendra watches closely. When I get behind the wheel of my car, I let out a deep breath, happy for the evening to be over. Today felt like more work than usual since I had to go slowly through everything I know like second nature and make sure someone else was getting down what I was showing her. I was more than happy to go home.

  Kendra seems to catch on quick and I hope she’ll become an asset. We’ll keep her as a swing shift manager to give Mal and me ample time to breathe. I can’t wait until she’s fully trained. Then maybe I can take a few days off and get lost in Cam.

  “You came home late last night,” Cam comments, as I drag my feet into the kitchen.

  “Training,” I mumble, scratching the back of my neck.

  “Go back to bed,” she tells me as I approach her.

  “I can’t.” I wrap my arm around her middle, kiss her bare shoulder and reach for a cup in the cabinet to the left of her. She finishes stirring her own coffee and turns to look at me. I remove my arm from her waist and push the buttons for my own cup.

  “Why not?”

  “I have a meeting with Beck’s graphic designer friend and I should probably be awake for it.”

  “Bummer. I was hoping we could spend some time together this afternoon, doing… you know.” Her elbow nudges my side.

  “Well, I have a little over an hour to you know.” I say lazily, side-eying her and using her words.

  She drops her spoon, grabs my forearm and drags me back into the bedroom eagerly. She pushes me onto the bed but remains standing. She’s not wearing a bra, so her full breasts bounce as she pulls her tank top over her head. Her fingertips toy with the waistband on her boy shorts before she starts to pull them down slowly. I find it agonizing how long she’s taking before I can see her fully bared to me.

  Once she pushes her knickers to the floor and stands tall, my cock twitches in my shorts. Her eyes zero in on the movement and her lips curl in satisfaction. She takes the elastic band from around her wrist and uses it to put her hair up in a bun, then moves toward me. She grabs my shorts at my hips and tugs down. My hands grasp her hips as she hovers over me. I capture one of her nipples in my mouth. My teeth nip at the hardened peak, eliciting a soft moan from her. She tries to move but my hands at her hips stay firm. I release her nipple and look up at her. She watches me, the look in her eyes so full of desire.

  “I want you to fuck my face,” I tell her.

  “Bloody Fuck,” she breathes.

  “Now sit that pretty pussy down on my mouth or I’ll spank you.”

  She giggles and moves up my body to align her pussy with my mouth. My arms wrap around her thighs and I pull her down. My tongue reaches out and lightly licks her slit. Her thighs tremble and then relax as I dart my tongue out again into her folds. I tongue her velvety pussy, lapping up her wetness as she thrusts her hips against my face gently. I pull her down so she’s grinding on my mouth and let my tongue work magic on her. I moan my appreciation into her and my hand goes to the globe of her ass. I lightly squeeze it, then move around to between her cheeks, grazing her pucker with my fingertip. My finger circles her back entrance, then I pull it back to her pussy. After I dip into her moisture, my finger goes back to her ass and I use her own lubrication to toy with her a little. My mouth is working her pussy over as she grinds on me. Our eyes meet as I add pressure to her anus with my fingertip and ease up on her pussy.

  “Just relax, baby. If you don’t like it, just tell me,” I say, making sure she hears every word.

  While gently increasing pressure on her pucker, I alternate licking her slit and inserting my tongue into her pussy. I mix in flicking her clit and light suction with her movements. I can feel her body relaxing into me as my finger breaches her tight ring. She gasps and her gaze heats up. I can tell she doesn’t know what to do with her body, so I guide her. I take turns with my tongue on her pussy and my finger in her ass. She moans loudly as I push and pull with my finger, while my tongue is toying with her clit.

  I lift her hips up a little and, rather than using my tongue, I finger fuck her. Pushing and pulling, I alternate my movements as her hips move in time with my rhythm. Her channel begins to pulsate. Her pussy clamps on my fingers making the resistance tougher as she comes. My movement on her backside slows as does her breathing. She throws her head back and a silent scream falls from her open mouth as she comes. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.

  I remove my fingers from her and she slides down my body. She hovers over my ready-to-explode cock and, without a moment’s hesitation, sinks down on it to the hilt. Once she’s taken me in, she places her hands on my chest for balance and uses her knees to move herself up and down on my shaft. Loud moans come from the back of her throat and my hands grip the top of her thighs as I let her have her way with me.

  My hips piston up as she fucks me at her own speed. Her magnificent tits bounce in time with our thrusting and make my mouth water as I peer up at her in carnal satisfaction. I feel the start of my orgasm as she bounces up and down. Her breathy moans and my grunts are the sounds of our fucking filling the space. I tap the side of her thigh and mumble that I’m going to come. She slides off of me and places her mouth on my cock. A few pumps with suction and I’m blowing straight down her throat. She gags a little but swallows me down and smiles around my cock. My hand rests on the back of her head, slowing her movements.

  She pops my cock out of her mouth and wipes her face with the back of h
er hand.

  “I need to get you off again. Fuck that was amazing,” I declare

  “I don’t think that I can get off again, I’m still spent from you dining on me.”

  “Baby, as long as you’re with me, you will always come more than I will. That is a given.”

  She jumps off of me and skirts to the other side of the bed. “No! No! I’m orgasmed out.”

  “I don’t think that’s a word, American or Aussie, love.”

  “It’s my own. I came so hard, I don’t know if I can again,” she says, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at me.

  “Love, I felt the intensity of your orgasm on my tongue. I want to feel it again, but this time I want to feel you come on my cock.”

  “Jacks,” she says with a laugh.

  “Cam.” I inch closer to her, my cock at attention. I reach her and kiss her passionately, letting her know I’m ready to go again.

  With my hands on her shoulders, I turn her and bend her down. I reach in between her legs and feel her wetness. I dip my fingertips in and pull it up to the pucker of her ass again and circle it.

  “Did you like that? My finger in your ass?” I feed my cock into her pussy.

  “Yes,” she hisses, as I inch myself into her. I pull back and push back in again, building a rhythm.

  “Has anyone ever been there?” I ask as I pump into her.

  “Never,” she breathes.

  I wrap my arm around her waist, my fingers find her clit and I rub her bud lightly. I fight the urge to prepare her ass and take it, because I know that she's not ready for that.

  I make her come and my climax soon follows as I think of all the ways that I will take her.

  Chapter Ten

  Cam

  Thoroughly fucked.

  That’s what I am right now. Thoroughly fucked.

  I smile as I flip the sandwich I'm grilling for lunch.

  When I first moved to the States, I wouldn’t have thought that I would be living with my brother’s best friend. I also didn’t think I would be in a relationship with him either. When the two of them lived back home, I don’t recall having a crush on Jacks. He was around whenever I went to see my brother as they lived in the same building and quickly became close mates. I didn’t really take notice of him in any other way than my brother’s friend until Mal posted photos of them at the grand opening of their club on social media. Jacks had always been attractive, but when I looked at him again in a different view, one of an adult – I was seeing a harder edge to him. One with a chiseled, and smoldering look, that I didn’t notice before. I emailed him and congratulated him on the new club on Facebook and we corresponded a few times, but I didn’t speak to him again until Mal’s wedding.

  Jacks jumped in the shower after he made me come again and I promised him lunch before he left for his meeting. I hear the water shut off and a moment later a door opening and closing.

  I am reaching into the cupboard to grab plates when I hear a voice behind me.

  “What the fuck is going on here?” a deep voice demands.

  As I turn around, it occurs to me that I am wearing an apron – only an apron – as my clothes are still on the floor of the bedroom. Facing towards him, I lift my eyes to meet the harsh gaze of my brother. His body tenses as he looks at me.

  Jacks takes this particular moment to walk into the kitchen, wearing only a towel holding a bottle of lotion. “Hey love, I need your help with—” His words are cut short when he looks up and sees Malcolm. My brother's head swivels in his direction and he notes the lack of clothes on Jacks’s body as well.

  “The fuck is happening here?” Mal barks, looking between us. “Cam. Go put some fucking clothes on.” I run past the guys to my bedroom, dress quickly and then head back into the kitchen to turn off the stove and remove the sandwich from the pan.

  “Care to explain?” Mal asks Jacks.

  “Well…” Jacks starts, his eyes darting to me.

  “I didn’t want to tell you yet,” I say. It’s true. I asked Jacks to wait on telling Mal. “Jacks wanted to tell you, but I made him wait.”

  “And why’s that?” Mal’s head swivels between us.

  “Because it was my decision.” I had my reasons, and my brother didn’t need to know them.

  Malcolm’s eyes narrow on Jacks. “And you went along with that? You and I see each other daily and not once did you mention that you are hooking up with my little sister. I mean, fuck, mate. You didn’t even tell me that she was staying here. What the fuck?”

  “I’m sorry. Listen, I wanted to say something, but I was honoring your sister’s wishes.”

  “We’re best mates,” Mal simply states, hurt evident in his tone.

  “We are. But when it comes to matters of the heart, this personal shit, a relationship between two people – lovers, or whatever you want to call it – there are just some things that need to stay between them,” Jacks says as if he’s rehearsed it a million times.

  Mal’s eyes are zeroed in on Jacks as if they’re having a non-verbal conversation. After a few more moments of them looking at one another, Mal looks back over to me.

  While I’ve put some clothes on, I still feel naked in this moment. I cross my arms and stand awkwardly.

  “You were naked, cooking.”

  “Well, the details about that are unimportant. But I mean, we’ve got to eat.” I shrug.

  “I don’t need to know why.” Mal’s hand goes up.

  “Sorry man. I wanted to tell you,” Jacks reiterates.

  “And you?” Mal looks at me.

  “It’s our business. We were going to tell you, when we got to that level.”

  “You’re my little sister. And he’s my best mate. My business partner. I think that puts it pretty high up there on the list of things that are my business. I’ve been telling him to make sure you don’t date any assholes and all this time you guys have been hooking up!” His nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath and turns to the wall to cool down. “But what Jacks said is right. There are just simply some things that should stay between two people.”

  “To clarify though, we haven’t been seeing each other this whole time, it’s a fairly recent development. After the wedding he basically put up a barrier against anything happening and then—”

  “Wait, the wedding? You guys were the couple who hooked up at my wedding?” Mal’s jaw drops.

  Jacks and I look at one another.

  I try to keep the conversation on track. “The point is, this hasn’t been happening as long as you’re thinking. And besides, I’m a grown adult. I can make my own decisions, especially on who I decide to let into my life, in that way.” I want to stomp so badly.

  “A grown adult who has never been in a relationship, Cameron. You’re my baby sister no matter how much of an adult you are. And regardless of that fact, this bloke is my best mate. It sucks that you didn’t want to talk to me about any of this.” Mal says with sadness in his voice.

  I walk closer and wrap my arms around my big brother.

  “You’ll always be my favorite brother,” I say softly.

  “I’m your only brother, you arsehole. You let me know if I need to kick his apricots and I will,” he says quietly, catching my eye.

  “Promise,” I say sweetly.

  Well, that’s not how I was expecting telling my brother about Jacks and me to go. While it started off rocky and awkward with him seeing my ass and all, I feel that the end result is good.

  Turning to Jacks, Mal points at him and says, “Now, you. Let’s get your arse into gear. We’ve got to get to that meeting, I’m a stunned mullet but we got to go and you need to be fully clothed. Also, we still have words to discuss.” Jacks nods, winks at me, and then runs into the bedroom.

  “I’m sorry, Malcolm. He wanted to tell you, but I just wanted to be sure we were telling you something that was meant to be something rather than a passing fling.”

  “And is it?” he asks.

  “It is. Yeah, I think it is.”
I nod.

  “I’m still a bit aggro about this. But I love you. I know you aren’t stupid and an adult and your own person, whatever, but I’m still going to have a word with Jacks about this. I should have had my eye on him more, rather than thinking that you’d be bringing home some nut-heads. Never guessed you’d be trying to shack up with my best mate.”

  “I pursued him. Just keep that in mind.”

  “I knew it! I thought I was just drunk and seeing things, but I knew that I saw you guys kiss!” Beck says quietly, leaning in.

  We’re sitting at a small diner having lunch before my shift at the hotel. I just finished telling her about the morning and how my brother – her husband – saw my bare arse and didn’t even blink about it.

  “At first, I thought he was going to pop a vein. I mean, picture The Incredible Hulk when he’s about to smash. That was Mal,” I say, before throwing a French fry into my mouth.

  She chokes on her drink and then starts to crack up. She leans back in the booth and cackles loudly. I wait for her to stop laughing, and once she’s regained her composure, she sees the confused look on my face and laughs loudly again.

  “I’m sorry… I just… Oh, that was great.” She giggles and tries to catch her breath.

  “What just happened?” I ask.

  “So, when your brother and I were dating—” she starts.

  “I don’t want to hear about any of your perverted games,” I interject to try and stop her.

  “No way. This falls under the safe category. So, he and I were randomly discussing our favorite not-hot actors and I mentioned that mine was Mark Ruffalo, and then I brought up the Hulk.”

  “Mark Ruffalo is definitely hot.”

  “He is, even more so now. Anyways, so a few months later, I’m at one of Mal’s shows, before he and Jacks opened The Essentials, and well, the closing number was an Avengers routine and your brother was green like the hulk and all decked out in brown pants and purple nut huggers. It was, oh man, it was amazing.”