by Lexie Syrah
Here was an email from Jeremiah, my man in the police department, saying that there were rumors of a sting happening soon at one of the clubs in town. I’d have to talk to the girls about making sure that they checked every member carefully. I’d kept this club running without a single incident for the past three years, and I planned to make sure that it stayed that way. There had been more and more close calls as the club had grown, though, and I was beginning to worry that it was time to start cutting VIP members. I was a made man at this point, and there was no reason to keep trying to grow the club and take risks when I was making five hundred grand a month.
I replied to Jeremiah, letting him know that we’d take precautions and that he could expect a donation and a free night the next time he came to the club. This was what I did most days from about noon until five. Emails, questions, damage control, and dealing with all of the headaches that come with having hundreds of drunk politicians, gangsters, and horny old men around naked women. Throw in the fact that 75% of my income came from illegal activities, and you’ve got a business that was stressful on a good day and hell on the bad ones. It was getting to be too much.
I replied to all of the emails and sent out a few of my own to various government officials and gang leaders letting them know that we were having a special night this weekend where the VIP room activities were going to be 30% off. I’d been making plans to open another club in a nearby city, and Saturday was going to be the night that I announced it.
I looked up from my work and realized that it was already 3:00. Time flew when you were working your ass off and making million dollar plans. I needed to go let the night manager, Carlos, know about the possibility of a sting. I got up and went downstairs to the manager’s office.
Carlos sat at his desk updating our website with the new information about the special. He was the techie of the managers like Tommy was the accountant. Unlike Tommy, Carlos could run a strip club, and almost everything that happened on the floor other than the hiring and firing of girls was under his control. I’d made that rule from the very beginning. I didn’t have the time to deal with running the floor, but I refused to let someone else decide who worked for the club.
“Hey Blake, what’s going on?” I’d known Carlos from my drug-running days. He’d been one of my best contacts in one of the many gangs that I dealt with, and I’d pulled some strings to get him out of the life when I’d built the club. He’d wanted to have a family and didn’t want his kids growing up in that kind of world.
“There are rumors about some police stings happening soon. Make sure that the girls all know what to do. Also, I just hired a hot redhead named Autumn. She’s 22 with DD’s. I want her to just mingle tonight, so don’t let her work the pole. Mostly, she’s going to work the VIP rooms, though. She’s wearing the pink, yellow, and red.” Carlos looked more surprised at the mention of a new girl wearing scarves than the sting.
“You’re letting a new hire join the Silk Girls? With all of the pressure that’s going on? The other girls on the floor are going to be pissed.” It had been a standing rule that a girl had to work the floor for at least three months before becoming a Silk Girl. Carlos was right, and more than likely, I’d let her join because I felt sorry for her. Or it could have been because I had wanted to fuck her. My cock had historically made piss-poor decisions, and I should have remembered not to listen to it. Oh well, it was done, and now I would just have to deal with it.
“Yeah, it was probably a bad club decision, but she’s going to make a shit ton of money. She’s really fucking hot, Carlos. You’ll see when you meet her in a few hours.”
He ran his hands through his cropped shiny black hair. “Damn it, Blake. Alright. I’ll take care of it.”
I didn’t usually take criticism from employees very well, but I trusted Carlos’s judgement. We’d grown up together running the streets. We were the same age and had both come from shitty homes. We’d been in plenty of life or death situations together, and he’d always come through for me.
“Thanks Carlos. I’ve been thinking that we should do something special for this weekend. Maybe a new drink and a theme?” He was the creative one between the two of us, and so I typically left the event and fun stuff up to him while I dealt with the political parts of the business.
“That sounds good. I’ll work on it and let you and the girls know what I come up with.” He turned back to his computer letting me know that he had work to do. I took the hint and left the office. He had been my very first employee, and when I opened the first expansion club, he’d be the manager of it. I’d hate to have to try to replace him because I’d become so dependent on him, but he’s the only person I’d trust to run my first major expansion.
I walked out to the club that I had built my fortune on. I may have a $500,000 house, but there would never be a place that seemed as much like home as this building. It had been built with seed money from numerous gangs and politicians that I had found dirt on. It made every other strip club look like a back-alley whorehouse. Everything from the white marble floors to the leather seats to the monumental size of it reeked of unfiltered sexual luxuriance. It looked like something you’d see in Vegas, and it had become one of the primary scouting locations for Vegas talent. People came from hundreds of miles away to spend a night at the hottest club in the state, and it was all because of how I had started it from the ground up knowing that I’d either make the greatest club of all time or go broke trying. Like everything else in my life, I put it all on the line.
I sat down at one of the tables and watched Julie, one of the only experienced girls who hadn’t chosen to wear a scarf, work the pole. She was a hell of a dancer, one of our best, but she only worked part-time because she didn’t really need the money. Her legs wrapped around the pole as she hung upside down and let her perky B-cups hang. The stage was covered in 10’s and 20’s, and this was a Wednesday at 3:00. I smiled at myself as I leaned back in my chair. I’d really done it. There wasn’t a single club in the state that could compare. Hell, only Vegas had clubs that could compare, and most of them didn’t bring in half as much profit as I did due to their ridiculous expenses.
I watched Julie dancing, and a beautiful woman sat down next to me. Most of the girls stayed away when I came to the floor because I either wanted to sit and think, or there was a problem that needed addressing. This woman wasn’t a stripper though. I turned to look at the half-black woman wearing a backless elegant silver gown. On her neck was the original black scarf which had been embroidered in silver. She looked like she was going to a celebrity dinner instead of a strip club.
“Hey sexy, how are you this afternoon?” Her brown eyes sparkled, and I couldn’t help but lose myself in them. This was Vivian Vescot, the woman that had started the club with me three years ago. She was the closest thing to family that I had in this fucked up world.
“I’m doing much better now. A new girl wanted to earn her scarves.” Vivian gave a little laugh and brushed a strand of her golden hair away from her face before saying, “I’m sure you enjoyed the interview. Did she earn it, or did she give up as soon as things got rough?”
Vivian walked around like a demure little kitten, but I’d seen her much stronger than any man I’d met. Her voice was a soft whisper that would silence a stadium. Underneath that exterior was a woman who had survived where others would have given up. She had stopped being a victim a long time ago and evolved into a merciless predator.
“Oh she earned it. There’s no doubt that she’ll make the club and herself plenty of money turning tricks in the back rooms.”
Vivian had been the one to suggest the interview process, and had made sure that I was the one to do them. Her livelihood was as much wrapped up in this club as mine was, and she was a ruthless businesswoman.
“Did you take care of the business with the Jackals?” I asked her. She nodded her head before saying, “They’ve instituted new officers due to the previous issues. There shouldn’t be any more problems.
If there are, their national officers will be stepping in.”
“Good girl. I’m glad that you had that connection with their President. I have a bit of a history with them.” I rubbed the gunshot scar that he had given me when he was an up-and-comer. We’d built the club in their territory, and they hadn’t been happy about the rules that we’d given them. It was just one of the many headaches that Vivian and I had dealt with.
Chapter 4: Watching Her
A man in his early forties walked up to Vivian and said, “Excuse me, Miss. Are you busy?” His eyes moved to her scarf, and I said, “I’m sorry, sir. Vivian doesn’t work the backroom very often anymore. I’m sure we can find another beautiful girl that would be more than happy to entertain you, though.”
Vivian stopped me, “It’s okay, Blake. We’re short-staffed right now, and one girl is already in the back. You already got yours today, and I wouldn’t be against getting mine.” She smiled at me, and I realized that she was right. We really didn’t have anyone to take care of this man’s fantasies. It wasn’t like Vivian hadn’t worked the VIP room before. She had been the one to come up with the idea, and she’d been the first person to take a client back. The first year, she’d been in the back every night, and it’d broken my heart to see her body used like that.
“I’m Vivian,” she said, standing up to address the man with salt and pepper hair. “Do you have a VIP card?” He reached into his wallet and pulled out his ID and VIP card. We’d set up a premium card manufacturing service. Our VIP cards were as difficult to reproduce as government issued ID’s, and it had been one of the ways that we’d managed to avoid all police stings so far. Vivian compared the ID to his card and smiled up to him as she handed them back.
“Well, Greg, let’s go talk in the back.” She clasped his hand in hers and strutted to the curtain the sectioned off the VIP rooms. It had been a long time since I’d watched her fuck, and since I didn’t know this particular man well, I felt it was my duty to make sure that nothing bad happened to Vivian. So I went back to my office and opened the curtains to reveal the one-way glass ceilings over all of the rooms. I turned on the voice connection to her room so that I could hear what was happening down there.
As soon as the door to their room closed, she walked to the bed, took off her heels and unzipped her dress. She let it slide to the floor and her client just stared in awe at her nude body. I’d seen her naked more times than I could count over the years, but every time I did, my cock twitched in eagerness. I watched naked women all night doing all kinds of dirty things every night, and I rarely ever got excited. I didn’t know if it was because I had a personal connection to her or because she was just that beautiful.
My office filled with Vivian’s voice, “So what would you like to do today, Greg?” She walked to the man and lightly touched his cheek. He seemed to stiffen at the touch, and she immediately changed her attitude. She knew that she had chosen the wrong act to play.
“I want to spank my little girl, and then I want her to ride me with my cock in her ass.” Greg’s hands ran over the milk-chocolate skin of Vivian’s thin waist and prominent hips before grabbing her tits roughly. Vivian pulled Greg’s face down her nipple, and he quickly sucked the dark nipple that she offered him. Vivian’s back arched as he pulled her tit to him, and I saw Vivian look up at me with a smile. She knew that I couldn’t help but watch her when she was entertaining a client.
I wished that it was a normal night where I could get a girl to come up here to suck my cock while I watched Vivian pleasure her client, but we were short-handed and business came before pleasure. Greg released Vivian’s nipple and sat down on the bed. “Come bend over my lap, my naughty little girl.”
Vivian knew how to act around men like this, and she gave a little whimper as he whipped off his belt. He patted his lap and she gingerly bent over him. He didn’t give any warning as he swung the belt. A loud crack came through intercom as the belt connected with Vivian’s ass. Her ass would definitely be red by the time he was done. She screamed dramatically as he began to beat her ass with the belt, but he was holding the belt wrong. It sounded painful, but in reality, it probably didn’t hurt that bad.
He continued to swing the belt, and Vivian continued her act. Every once in a while, she would look up and smile at me as she screamed, and I was glad that I wasn’t in the room with them. I wouldn’t have been able to hold back my laughter at his attempts at punishing a woman who’d seen more pain and anguish than anyone I’d ever met.
“That’s a good little girl. I’m glad that you took your spanking well. If you hadn’t, I would have had to tie you down.” Greg was out of breath after the 10 spankings he had given her. Now he would want her to ride him to his finish. For someone who wanted to be dominant, he sure did a piss-poor job of it. Fuckers like this were our bread and butter clients. They wanted to feel powerful, to feel completely in control of a woman. This guy probably had a wife who ordered him around while spending his money. That was why he had to come to a place where girls wouldn’t laugh at his inept attempts at domination and would let him live out his fantasies.
I would have liked to see Vivian turn him around and show him how to be dominant. The sight of her bending him over the bed and caning his ass until he couldn’t sit down would have made my day. Alas, he was the client, and Vivian and I were the providers of his fantasies.
Vivian stood up, and undid his pants, dropping them to his ankles. She bent down to suck his cock for a few seconds before straddling him and dipping his cock into her soaking pussy. Her pussy had a magical ability to be soaking wet anytime she was naked and having sex. I’d seen her in miserable situations before, but her pussy had always been soaking. She bounced up and down on his cock for a minute or so and then stood up to reposition his cock against her ass.
Greg was moaning and begging her to ride faster the entire time. It wouldn’t take long for her to massage his cock to a finish. She laid back so that he could play with her tits as she ground against him. Her fingers had found her clit, and she had begun to enjoy the use of his cock as a fuck-stick. I was so hard at this point that I nearly went downstairs to find someone to fuck, but I wanted to see her after she was done with Greg. She might want me to get her off afterwards, but sadly, I heard her cum through the intercom and immediately, Greg began to make those unmistakable grunts that signaled that he was cumming. Vivian stood up and handed him the baby wipes that were placed in every VIP room.
She bent down and kissed him on the lips before saying, “Thank you honey. That was amazing, and I can’t wait for you to come back and visit us again.” Then she put her clothes back on and left him alone in the room to get his pants back on. She’d tell the man outside what she’d done, and he’d collect the money from Greg. Most places had a “pay before service” system, but at Bound Temptations, if a client was unsatisfied, we didn’t expect them to pay. At the same time, we wouldn’t let that happen more than once before we took away their VIP card.
Chapter 5: On The Floor
I could hear her heels on the stairs outside my door, and I turned to face her as she opened the door. “Did you enjoy watching him, Blake?”
“You know I can’t help but watch you fuck, Vivian. I don’t know why you turn me on so much more than the other girls.” Vivian looked down at the tent in my pants and said, “Maybe it’s because I was your first fantasy. You may be able to fill any fantasy now, but back then, visions of me filled your fantasies.”
I turned around to watch an Asian girl suck an elderly man’s cock. Vivian was right. She knew me better than I knew myself sometimes. She had been the epitome of sex when I was 18 and had met her. Everything about her was sensual: the way she moved, her voice, and even her touch exuded lust.
Thinking back to those days was hard, and I tried to shift my thoughts away from the subject. “So what do you think about the expansion?”
“Oh, I have no doubt that it’ll be successful, but I don’t know why we’re doing it. Do you really
want to be a straight-laced businessman like all of the guys that come in here? Do you want to go from being the shark to being the fish?”
I knew what she meant. If I stopped the illegal stuff, I’d lose all of the connections that had kept me safe and powerful. I didn’t have a gang or a police force to back me up. But I controlled the people who did have them. If I left this lifestyle, I’d end up being at the whim of anyone with real power, and the idea of becoming a fish made me cringe.
“No, I don’t want to stop being a shark, but I don’t want to end up in prison. There’s been a steady increase in heat, and eventually, everyone gets caught. I’ve done well enough keeping my hands clean, but I don’t know how long I can be perfect.”
I felt Vivian’s hands on my waist and I immediately breathed easier. She wasn’t trying to be sexual or inviting. Her breasts pressed against my back, and I sighed as the stress that had accumulated flowed out of me.
“Blake, why don’t you stop thinking inside the box? You’re one of the most influential men in the city right now. You don’t want to lose the ability to protect yourself from all of the people that you’ve hurt throughout the years, but you don’t have to. Your contacts won’t go away any more than mine did when I stopped hooking. You just have to find a way to get out from under the illegal stuff without leaving the world that you’ve created.”