“I made a mistake, okay?”
She sits down and puts her head in her hands.
“I miss dancing here. I miss you and Dante.”
Here’s my chance to gloat that everything I knew would happen did. She didn’t know how fucking good she had it with us. But I’m not the gloating type.
“Look, Samantha, you made really good money and you helped us make good money,” I tell her. “What we had was fun while it lasted but it’s over.”
“Nothing’s over,” she says. “I want to come back here and you know I always get what I want.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means I know people who know people. If you don’t let me work here you are going to be sorry.”
“So you’re fucking threatening me?” I explode at her.
I’m glad I didn’t fall for her stupid fucking pity party act. She’s always been a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Or a wolf in no clothes at all.
“No one threatens me at my own club,” I tell her.
“It’s Dante’s club,” she spits back at me.
“It’s both of ours.”
“Everyone knows that you’ve only gotten everything you have in life because of Dante,” she tells me, hitting me where it hurts. “But it doesn’t matter whether it’s yours or his or both of yours. I’ll own this club if you don’t give me my way.”
“You don’t know the first thing about owning a club,” I tell her.
“I know that you’re under investigation by the state and that this place is full of code violations to say the least.”
Her eyes are piercing through me like angry daggers. I used to let her get to me way too much, but that was then. This is fucking now.
“Get out of here,” I tell her. “I’m about to have a private dance from someone who took your place and is much better for this club and for me and for Dante than you ever were.”
She laughs but she looks annoyed. I can tell I’m getting to her. Good.
“You’re going to let that new girl come back here and give you a dance in the middle of the busiest part of the night?” she says.
I can tell I hit her right back where it hurts. Her job was to dance out there on stage for other men during prime time, no matter what kind of a relationship Dante and I had with her behind the scenes. Her job was to make us money.
I never used to let Samantha get off the stage no matter what kind of a night she was having and even when she wanted some private time with me or Dante. So that’s exactly what I’m going to do with Desire.
Because it’s what I want to do. I want Desire in here dancing for me, not out there performing for those other guys.
I get out my walkie-talkie and page the DJ.
“Can you please have Desire come in here to the VIP room?” I ask him. “And I’m going to need Dante too.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Samantha asks, her eyes angry slits. “She’s seriously already taken my place?”
“You left it wide open,” I tell her. “And someone better than you walked right in to fill it.”
Chapter 14 – Jessica
I’m so into dancing that I can barely hear my name being called by the DJ.
“Desire, you’re needed in the VIP room,” the DJ announces, clearing his throat as if this isn’t the first time he’s said it.
“Must be some big spender,” says Lucia, who is dancing on the pole next to me. “To be able to command a private session in the middle of your stage time.”
Even when I realize that the DJ is saying my name and Lucia is talking to me, I can barely hear them over the pounding of the music on stage. I’d really been getting into my act: dry-humping the floor and sliding down the pole.
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 intervi
ew.”
“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 Marino 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 th
en 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.
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