The Kitty Cat Club is dark when Sam holds the door open for me and I walk in, my eyes taking a little bit to adjust. I smile when I see Misty on the stage, strutting her stuff to a Katy Perry song. I tried to convince her to choose something edgier, but she refuses, and the patrons seem to like her slightly more innocent air, so I leave her be. She recovered from Ed’s rape, and I had all the strippers put into therapy, which is being paid for by the company. When I investigated the other four locations, I discovered much the same arrangement that Ed had here. I took care of that immediately, and although Gio wasn’t willing to spread my new nickname, the strippers were more than happy to whisper about Azrael, the Angel of Death. I was so happy I gave them all bonuses.
I installed female managers at all the locations and haven’t had a single problem yet.
“Take a load off, boys. I’ve got a business meeting and won’t be needing you for a while,” I inform them, heading for the back office. “Have a lap dance on me.”
They are good boys and have the resting mafia face mask perfected, but I see them grin at each other like little schoolboys and head to the bar for a drink.
I stop and whisper in one of the waitress’s ears. “Lacey, see that my boys are taken care of, yeah?”
She nods eagerly and hurries to one of the private rooms to wait.
They don’t know that I know, but Sam and Dean like to have girls together, and I know Lacey has been the meat in their sandwich many a time. As far as I’m concerned, they aren’t hurting anyone. They are certainly not forcing any of my girls to service them, and no money exchanges hands, it’s purely fun. I also don’t expect the girls to do it. If Lacey wasn’t interested, I would have shrugged and asked one of the others, but I try to come here when I know she’s working, because I know she likes them. Whether she just gives them a lap dance or they take it further, that’s none of my business. I have told the boys that no means no, and if they don’t like it, I have a bullet with their name on it. They were very quick to agree. It also helps that they both have younger sisters and are way more respectful of women than a lot of the older generation I have come across. The security guards at the club also learned very quickly that I won’t tolerate any lewd behavior from them unless the girls initiate it on their own time. Their private lives are just that, private.
Climbing the stairs to the office, I think about how hard it has been to have the older generation take me seriously. Being young and a woman has worked severely against me, but I think most of the men in Dad’s organization have accepted me and been impressed with what I have managed to achieve over the past six months. With my ideas, we have increased narcotics sales by twenty percent, as well as increasing the brothel’s revenue threefold by adding male escorts. The wealthy women in our area aren’t having their needs met by their husbands, and adding a bisexual and homosexual menu has also been effective. As much as the old-school generation doesn’t agree with this lifestyle, they can’t argue with the money the organization is making.
I open the door to the office and move over to the big glass window overlooking my club. Sighing, I think about the one thing that’s not right in my life. Gio is hiding something. He gets secret text messages and goes off for days at a time and tells me I need to mind my own business whenever I ask him. I’ve tried to have him tailed, and he loses them every time. It’s beginning to wear my trust thin. He should know better after everything that happened. I plan on confronting him tonight because I am sick of his secrets.
Speaking of secrets, Stacey hasn’t been forgotten. I still monitor her social media, and I’m biding my time, waiting for her to forget about me completely and be secure in her role as number one. Not that she’s there yet. I have it from good sources that she’s still sleeping with James on the side, and she hasn’t managed to get him to dump Nikki. I guess Nikki is still number one because she hasn’t let Stacey get too close. I’m pretty sure after what she did to me, Nikki doesn’t trust her one bit. I never accused Nikki of being dumb.
Hands touch my shoulders, pressing deep into my muscles, trying to release some of the tension that sits there. “Babe, you’re so fucking tense,” the husky voice behind me mutters quietly.
“It’s been a long day,” I murmur as I watch a patron try to touch one of my girls’ breasts on stage. Bill jumps in and is quick to dissuade him. Bill and Joe are still bouncers here, but they have been on their best behavior since I showed them images of what I did to Ed.
Two manicured hands wrap around me, and I lean back into the soft chest of my sometimes lover. “How about I get rid of some of that tension for you?” she whispers into my ear before spinning me around and claiming my mouth.
My hands drift up into Candy’s red hair as her tongue tangles with mine and our bodies press against one another. I promoted Candy to manager as soon as I realized she had a good head on her shoulders. She’s kind and compassionate and can relate to the girls, and it’s the best decision I have ever made. I tried to keep things on a professional level, but she was very determined, and in the end, I caved. I’d been curious, and once I explained what had happened with Stacey, she made my first real time special with lights and candles. She had really gone out of her way to romance me before seducing me, which I will forever be grateful for. It was a little awkward without the drugs riding me, but in the end, it had been wonderful.
One thing I was clear on from the start, however, is that there will be no commitment between us. She continues to see other people, and I don’t have the emotional capacity to be involved with anyone else. I don’t trust, so my situation with Candy suits me perfectly because there are no emotions involved except for respect and affection. Sex for me is nothing but a physical outlet, so emotions have no place in it for me, not to mention being with me isn’t exactly safe. She could easily be used against me, which is why I refuse to develop anything other than a genuine affection for her and continue to keep my inner circle extremely small.
She pulls away and drags me over to the office chair and pushes me onto it. I struggle to sit up. “Candy, I can’t. I have to meet Gio shortly, we’re going out to dinner with the family.”
Just then my phone beeps, and when I pull it out, it’s a message from Gio saying he’s running late. Candy peers over the top and smirks at me when she sees it.
“Perfect.” She grabs the phone out of my hand and tosses it onto the desk. She picks up the remote and presses a button, and the sounds of Nine Inch Nails’ “Closer” comes on over the speakers. She steps back and starts to sway back and forth as she undoes the buttons holding her sexy silk blouse together. She shimmies and shakes, and my panties grow damp as she slides it down her arms and tosses it to the side, leaving her in a pair of booty shorts, her heels, and a corset. My eyes widen at the sight of it, and she smirks.
“I thought you might like this. I bought it especially for you.” She winds sensually around the pole in the middle of the room. Yes, it’s left over from Ed, but she wanted me to leave it there for practice, and now I’m very glad I did. She undulates against it a couple of times as she sings along to the words and pulls her hair out of the ponytail it was tied in.
I feel my breathing speed up in time with my heart rate. This girl knows how to work a crowd, or me, really. I’m pretty fucking basic. She struts over to me and turns, shaking her ass in my face before doing a slut drop.
“Come here,” I growl, and she squeals with excitement as I haul her onto my lap and push her hair away to nibble on her neck as my hands massage her breasts.
“I think that was the quickest you’ve ever broken,” she teases, her voice getting breathy as I pull at the laces on her top. I fumble and she giggles, so I lift her and turn her around to face me. She straddles my lap, and I can now easily undo the laces.
“How could I refuse such a prettily wrapped present?” I make quick work of the corset, and then her breasts are in my face, her perky pink nipples hard with desire. I can’t stop myself from leaning forward and tracing them with my tongue. She sighs as I lap at one and then the other, her hands tangling in my hair as she starts to writhe on my lap.
“Oh, Tori, that feels so good,” she murmurs softly before pulling my mouth to hers and kissing me. She tries to remove my shirt, but I really don’t have time for anything today, so I push her hands away and stand up, carrying her with me to the nearby sofa—this one is new since Ed—and laying her down on it. I settle myself between her legs and peel her booty shorts down. She grumbles as she lifts her butt. “This was supposed to be me relaxing you.”
She looks so pretty as she pouts, so I glance up at the clock on the wall. Fuck it, I have time. “Okay, but it’s got to be a quickie,” I concede, and her smile is enough to make being late worthwhile.
I strip off my jacket, pull my gun out, and place it on the coffee table, then I strip off my corset holster and bra before unzipping my pants and letting them fall to the floor, kicking off my shoes at the same time. Putting my thumbs in the waistband of my panties, I shimmy them down until I’m standing naked before her.
She licks her lips, and her eyes dilate as I settle between her legs. Pulling her panties down, I lean in and swipe my tongue through her folds before flicking it over her clit. I’ve become somewhat of an expert at oral sex, and it doesn’t take me long to work her into a frenzy.
“Please, Tori, I want you to fuck me,” she begs, so I slide up her body, nipping and sucking as I go. Lining my pussy up with hers, I start to move above her, knowing she loves when I do this so we can come together. She moans and groans as our clits collide and our pussy lips slide together. I fuse my mouth to hers as she wraps her legs around my hips and starts to thrust with me. I can feel my orgasm building deep inside, and when I pull away to get a better angle, she latches onto one of my nipples and starts to play with the ring I have through it. My orgasm is just out of reach, and I know what I need to push me over, but Candy doesn’t like it.
“Harder,” I demand, and she shakes her head.
“No, I don’t want to hurt you,” she pants.
