Wait… She’s a distraction.
No. I’ve been through this. She has nothing to do with Chains or Storm. I trust Garrett to find out everything he could. But he did it in a hurry so he could get out of town. What if he missed something?
Why is she always showing up when something happens?
Later that night I’m still pondering that question while sitting with a few of the other brothers at Elegance, in a private booth watching a naked woman grind up and down on a pole. There is a pile of cash on the floor at her feet, which is necessary given there are no panties to tuck money into.
As I finish my drink, she wraps herself around the pole and lifts her legs, opening them so we all have a full frontal view into her pussy. I blink and look away as the men around us cheer. None of them are my officers, who she is trying to impress. All the girls vie to be the entertainment when we show up but that is crass.
I lift a hand and a waitress comes over. She has on black lingerie and an apron. “Get Ellie for me.”
She nods over the loud music and walks away. Rebel has already called Ellie and told her what we need her to do. Chains is sitting at the bar with another stripper right now. I’ve been watching Ellie give him little looks and light touches every time she passes him.
She’s the crème de la crème here and the official manager of the girls. He’s eagerly lapping it up every time she shows him some attention. I shift around when she leans over me.
“Yes Prez,” she purrs.
“Hey gorgeous,” I smile. “Do me a favor?”
“Anything,” she winks. It’s no secret she wants us to fuck again, she practically undresses me with her eyes every time I come in here, but I’m done with that.
“This dancer,” I point at the girl who is now on all fours with her ass pointing at the table everything on show. Even some of the guys aren’t looking at her anymore, as she humps her back up and down to the music.
Ellie looks at her and scowls. Seems she is well aware of her. If the dancer has been doing this for any length of time, it should have been dealt with sooner.
“I want her gone, tonight. This isn’t what I expect of this place.” Sure it’s a strip club, but Elegance doesn’t let just any asshole walk in off the street. The cover charge to get in is a hundred dollars. Private dances cost upward of a thousand.
“Me either,” she straightens up and crosses her arms. “She’s showing off.”
“She can go show off at someone else’s club.”
“It’s done.”
“And I know you have your ways of working but are you going to handle the other situation any time soon.”
“These things take time, honey,” she gives me a grin. “But I know it’s a rush job. Have faith.”
She touches my chin and winks, and I shake my head as she walks away. No one else would get away with touching me like that. She has some balls on her.
“You’ve got some serious self-control to keep turning her down,” Rebel says.
“Been there.”
“She’s premium.”
“That says it all,” I point out, and he laughs, getting my meaning that Ellie might be discerning when it comes to who she fucks, but she does fuck. A lot.
“Fair point.”
When the song finishes, another girl comes over and speaks to the dancer at our table, she pouts but walks off the stage. The new girl is dressed in a sexy lingerie set and when she dances, I’m much happier. She’s a less sleazy stripper.
More drinks flow and everyone is happy, considering what went down today.
Rebel nudges me and lifts his chin. I glance over and see Chains following Ellie, she is holding his hand and sashaying her ass as she walks ahead of him. His eyes are firmly on her ass.
“Let’s see if this works,” Rebel mutters. “It’s a fucking travesty the little bastard is going to enjoy himself while she’s destroying him.”
I agree.
