by Megan Noelle
I had three goals, and they were very simple. Make as much money as I could. Get my daughter back, and get the hell out of here.
Creating sweet little friendships right now were off my radar. I just wished Kayne wasn’t such a sweetheart, he was already making it very hard to say no. Eventually, I got away with the promise to hang out soon. Of course, logistically I didn’t know how that would be possible. I had no phone, no access to a computer, and even if he stopped by “my apartment” he’d never get a hold of me. I decided to leave our goodbye as simple as possible though. If Kayne really wanted to see me again, I had no doubt he’d find a way.
After his car was safely out of view I made the short walk to my own place. I showered off the memories from the morning, as much as I wanted to hold onto anything involving Onyx, I tried to push it aside. Once I was out of the shower I curled up for a nap in order to prepare myself for another night at the club.
It had become a habit for me to bitch about as much shit as humanly possible when I was there. It was a little personal goal to see how many different shades of purple I could get Maurizio’s face to turn. But seeing Daisy again made me remember why I started doing this in the first place. Tonight was the night I needed to get serious, and get my shit together. If I ever wanted my little girl back, I needed to stop screwing around.
For the first night in countless months I walked away from the club feeling good. I performed more single stage routines than I had in the last few weekends. I waitressed a bit, and spent the rest of my time on someone’s lap. Only a couple times did I step away for a smoke break, and even then I cut it short. The money I was raking in was incredible, but truthfully, there was more to each dance.
I didn’t see the crowds when I performed, or the faces of the men I danced for. In my mind there was only one set of smoldering eyes watching me move. It helped me let go, and forget about reality for the night. Picturing Onyx and the way he made me feel so weak and so strong all at the same time made it possible for me to be Kandi.
Even though all night long I wished for nothing more than Onyx to suddenly appear. It never happened. By the end of the night I realized that just a couple more nights like this, and he would be gone from my thoughts completely.
Monday nights were surprisingly busy for us. Maybe it was because at the start of the work week people remembered just how shitty their lives were. So they packed into our little escape from reality to forget about the week ahead. Maurizio always asked me to work Mondays, but I refused. I never really had a reason to, other than the fact that I liked being as difficult as possible. But this Monday was different.
After missing a Saturday night, I needed to make up the time. Not to mention every minute I sat alone in my apartment made me crazy with little thoughts about Onyx. I mean, why the hell was he so adamant about me not sleeping with his nephew? What did he care? It wasn’t as if we had any reason to see each other in the future.
Truthfully, if any of us were to see each other again it would be persistent Kayne and I. But the animalistic possessive quality that came out of Onyx as he laid down the law still made my body shiver.
“Got a special request for you, Kandi.” Maurizio hollered out into the dressing rooms. The other girls looked my way, not hiding their irritation that I hadn’t vanished yet.
“What for?”
“A dance, you’re going to V.I.P. room 4.”
“Any outfit requests?”
Maurizio shrugged his shoulders. I could see he was a bit impressed with the fact that I actually asked questions, and didn’t just bitch.
“Nah, but maybe do a blonde wig. I’ll bet he’d like that.”
“Okay.”
Immediately, I prepared myself for what lay ahead. The private dances were usually with rich men that always tipped well. It had only been ten minutes since my last dance on stage, maybe one of the high rollers saw me. I wasn’t used to the Monday crowd, and perhaps I had been missing out all along.
I slipped into a black and white outfit, it was a pretty typical uniform for us. Fabric removed from the sides, a skirt that revealed the bottom curves of my ass, and showed off a whole lot of cleavage. After pulling on a pair of black thigh highs, with pink bows at the top, I threw a platinum blonde curly wig on. I slid on black heels, made sure I had my hand cuffs, and headed out. A few men hollered my way as I walked towards the V.I.P. rooms, but I paid them no mind. Right now I had only one thing on my mind—whoever was behind door number four.
The hallway that accessed the rooms had a dark red light illuminating the doors. Everything back here felt like another world. It was a total escape from reality, to keep the men that dropped the money from suddenly gaining a conscience, and walking away. I tapped my knuckles on the door, and through the constant techno sound came the low voice of my latest client.
Some got nervous before they entered. Not me. This was where I was in my zone. This was where Kandi made their fantasies become reality, and where they paid the most to get it.
I pushed open the door and the red light continued around the room. It made it impossible to see a person’s face clearly until you were on top of them. Each room had three things in it, a full mirror covering one wall, a large comfortable chair, and a pole. Sitting in the chair with his legs spread wide, signifying he felt in control, was my client.
“I heard there was a special request for me in this room.” I strode toward the man, accentuating my legs with every step forward.
“There was.”
That voice. Something about it made me stop. I knew it. It wasn’t even just that I knew the voice. It was the one that haunted my dreams. The very one I could not rid from my memory. Through the red light I saw the sudden wicked gleam spread in a Cheshire-like smile. He knew I recognized him. Slowly I felt my confidence sizzle away as I tried to regain composure.
Do I pretend like I don’t know who he is? Or do I call him out?
With one steady breath I forced myself back into character. I refused to let someone completely undo me by their mere presence alone.
“Well I’m here now.” I purred out, feeling my control gradually return.
My hand locked around the pole as I stretched my body, showing off the curvature of my body. Glancing his way I saw pure arousal staring back at me.
“I only have one rule for tonight.” I pressed on. I crawled up the pole, locked my legs around and bent back. My arms fell back, my boobs were seconds away from breaking free, and my body felt alive. I locked eyes with Onyx before pulling myself back up. From the mirror I could see that he was devouring every move I made, as if I was his sole source of survival.
My body twirled around the pole as I made my way back to the floor. I touched my feet to the ground, held up my handcuffs and smiled.
“You can look but you can’t touch.”
He nodded once. His eyes roved all over me a smirk growing steadily. Getting to his feet he took a step closer. My back remained pressed against the pole. A single hand took hold of the metal above my head. I wasn’t sure if I did it as a way to escape, or if I wanted him to have the most access to my skin.
Finally, he spoke. “That’s funny.”
“What is?” Already my breathing was becoming deeper, with every step he drew closer.
“Maybe others can’t touch, but we both know I can, Alexandria.” Every time he said my name it was like he was caressing me gently.
“What makes you so certain?” I tested, unwilling to give in as easily as my body wanted.
His arms raised above my head, wrapping his hands around mine on the pole. “I see the way you get when I touch you. I feel the heat that rolls off your skin when I’m close to you.” The way he spoke accentuated every single word. His face was inches from mine and we were intertwined in this spellbound moment that had me quivering.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Deep in my mind I felt shaky, but my voice hid it well. Kandi was in control and I was damn thankful.
“Hide it
all you want, love. You will never be able to hide the way you come undone when I’m around.” Just as I opened my mouth to dispute his claim, his hand slid up my inner thigh to the very place pulsing with need.
I desperately tried keeping my reaction to myself, but the instant his finger grazed the slit of my lips I lost it. Eyes shut, knees dropped, and my free hand reached out grabbing onto his bicep. I meant to yank my hand away, but I could feel the muscles underneath and I was stuck.
I’ve felt and seen vast numbers of manly bodies. Men with no muscles and men with muscles so large they looked like they were photoshopped. A man with muscles that large was immensely unattractive to me but this—this was not. From everything I’ve seen and felt (so far) of Onyx’s body was perfection. His arm wasn’t the size of a baby hippo, it was thick, and toned. I couldn’t help but wonder if his entire body was all muscle.
Onyx’s eyes lit with amusement as he cocked his head to the side. I had no chance to prepare myself for the sudden movement where he moved my panties to the side, and pressed two fingers in deep. I nearly collapsed in his arms as both my hands grabbed tightly onto his shoulders.
“Mmm.” He hummed against my ear. “For someone that is only putting on an act, you are very wet.” He slid his fingers out of me. My pussy clenched, instantly missing him in me.
“So, what is it you are here for?” I hated how out of control he was making me. With the strength I still had, I tried to keep my attitude in place.
“Isn’t it obvious?” His finger swiped a platinum curl behind my shoulder. “I’m here for you.”
Even if it was my assumption, hearing him admit it made a feeling of power return. I didn’t seek him out this time. Onyx came for me. For the first time in quite a while I felt not only sexy as hell but turned on to the max. I wanted to give this dance not for the money, but because I needed to please us both.
“Well then, sit back down in that chair, and let me take care of you.” I bit down onto my lip, letting my eyes slowly drift down the length of his body.
“No, no. I’m not here to receive a dance from Kandi.”
“Then what?” Sullen confusion began to settle into my features.
“I’m here for you, Alexandria.” I gulped.
“What do you mean?” I was utterly confused.
Onyx smiled, raised his hands and slid them under my platinum wig. He worked for a minute and freed it from my head, letting it drop to the ground.
“I don’t just want a dance tonight for the hour I paid. I would never be able to fully enjoy it, knowing the moment I left you would be moving these sinful hips across another man’s lap.” For effect, his fingers curled around my thighs, digging in as if he was claiming them. My blood sizzled, my heart thumped, and my core throbbed hard.
“Most people don’t think about other men while I’m moving my hips.”
“Cute,” he said, not nearly as amused.
“I don’t know what you’re looking for, Onyx.”
He looked from the floor up to my face and grinned wide. “That brings me to my proposition.”
“Oh?”
“Tonight, instead of spending the rest of the evening turning different men’s worlds upside down—just flip mine. Leave here with me. Right now. We’ll go somewhere where you can give me that dance, and I know you will be mine. Only mine, for the entire night.”
I was speechless. Onyx wanted me all night long. None of this seemed real. Not to mention I never went home with anyone. Then again, I had never been so infatuated with someone before either.
“I’d be missing out on a night of tips.” It was the last thing on my mind, truthfully. However, bringing it up gave me longer to process what was going on.
“That’s a simple solution, love. You tell me how much you would make if you were here tonight, and I’ll pay you that amount.”
“You’re going to pay me to leave with you?”
“No. I’m going to reimburse you for your tips. I’m simply going to ask you to leave with me.”
Onyx backed away from me, giving me a moment to think. I watched him as if it was a life or death matter as he strolled about the room. It was never a rule of mine to not get involved—it was just a way of life. My heart was taken by one, and there were no other places open for anyone else. Being at the club kept me from feeling alone without feeling involved.
And now Onyx wanted to change up everything I knew. Was it worth it? For just one night? I chewed on my bottom lip as he plopped down onto the chair. The smirk on his face never subsided. Onyx knew the power he held and he was eating it up.
“I don’t know, I mean people are going to talk. The girls, Maurizio, and what if Kayne found out?”
Onyx narrowed his eyes, and was back in front of me. Our bodies touched with how close he stood, his hand slid around my waist to my lower back.
“None of those people matter, Alexandria. I will take care of Maurizio, but that’s all. The only things that matter right now are you and me.”
“But…” Before another word left my mouth, his hand pressed the back of my head to his and he kissed me hard. Any anxieties or fears I had about leaving faded as Onyx worked his tongue with mine. That one kiss stimulated every emotion I held back when it came to him. His mouth was soft, rough, and tasted damn good. My fingers wound back into his hair, and I knew I had my answer.
As Onyx broke away, I panted heavily in his arms. We stared deeply at the other and I knew we shared something very important. We wanted each other in this moment more than anything else in this world. I needed to feel him in me, and there was no way I could turn down one single night with him.
Onyx seemed to receive my answer, and let that wicked smile shine.
“It will be our little secret, Alexandria.”
Before we left the room Onyx slid my wig back into place. When I asked what the point of that was, the response I got just about made me jump his bones right there.
He looked at me with a smirk, adjusting the wig. “Because when you are here you are Kandi. The other men can fantasize about Kandi, but I want Alexandria. And her I won’t share.”
Seconds after saying that he sent me off to the dressing room to gather my stuff to leave. Walking away with jelly legs was near impossible, but as I changed back into my street clothes I was lost in another daze. I was seriously doing this—packing in for the night and not to go home and paint, or sulk.
My mind was still in a daze as I changed from my special outfit to my typical street clothes. On a regular day wearing shorts and an oversized black hoodie was perfect for me. Leaving the club there were always pervs hanging around the neighborhood. All of them waiting for a chance to slobber all over one of us when we weren't surrounded by big beefy security guards. Drawing as little attention to myself as possible was always the best. I did nothing to accentuate my body, and the hoodie was the way to go about it.
Now, of course, I felt stupid. Every time I saw Onyx I was dressed in a way where I knew I looked good. Onyx catching me in an outfit like this was not the plan. To make up for it I didn't wear a shirt underneath, and selected my white shorts that hugged my hips tighter than my own skin did.
Just as I was finishing the process of getting ready Cherry strolled up and leaned against my station. I immediately stopped what I was doing, and gave her my attention. In as long as I had known her she never just "hung out" with me.
"What's up, girl?"
She bobbed her shoulders, examining her nails. "Maurizio's out there yelling at some dude. I heard your name. Did you piss someone off?"
I smiled to myself. "Probably."
Cherry's face lit up with a smile that I had never before seen. "See, that's what I like about you. All these bitches won't do a damn thing to cross Maurizio, or the customers. But not you, you hold your own and don't give a shit."
I couldn't help but smirk at her. "That's me. People like us know that we're good and don't need a boss to tell us."
"Hell yeah."
I gra
bbed my bag and slung it onto my shoulder. As I began walking to the club entrance, Cherry surprised me again by following. When we reached the door I understood why, standing in clear view were Onyx and Maurizio. Cherry leaned against the doorjamb and watched them, I did the same.
It was almost mesmerizing to watch. Onyx had his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk permanently etched into his face, while Maurizio became an animated ball of fire.
"What did you even do?" Cherry asked after a minute.
I shrugged, never taking my eyes off Onyx. "Who knows?" Cherry said something else, but I didn't catch it. I was too busy staring. The way Onyx handled himself, always strong and confident, was a constant turn on. I've met men that acted on both sides of the scale. Either they are overly cocky, but have nothing to back it up. Or they are big, strong, and a complete moron.
Onyx isn't like that, and every time I saw him I realized that more and more. In the middle of my staring he glanced my way, smiled a bit wider, and nodded toward the exit. It was all done in a brief flash before he was back to listening to Maurizio blabber on. I was sure no one had seen the little motion, but I was wrong.
"Did that dude just give you the nod?" Cherry asked.
Why did this chick suddenly feel the need to pay attention to my life?
"Maybe," was the only answer I could manage. If I admitted it, who knows what may spread around. Although, if I deny it, maybe she will take it as a nod meant for her. Fuck if I'd let that happen. That was my nod!
"Shit girl, if it is, good work. Dude's hot as hell."
"He certainly is." I responded, letting my mind run wild with all the glory I knew he was.
"Hey, Cherry?" As much as I didn't care what others thought, I also didn't like people knowing anything about me. "Can you do me a favor?"
"Depends."
"What you just saw tonight," I motioned toward the squabbling men. "Can you keep it to yourself?"
She smiled with a nod. "No problem, it's none of my business. Besides, I can't stand any of these bitches, I avoid talking to them at all costs."