Lovely.
When I start to hear Dante making noises before there is some seriously loud kissing, I know they’re going to be so distracted with one another that they won’t realize I’m awake. I open my eyes, and the scene that greets me is enough to make anyone scream.
I don’t.
But the vision I’m met with is Anna astride Dante, who is sitting on a chair, and she’s bouncing up and down on his cock, giving it her absolute all. It’s seriously not something I want to witness. She’s got her tits pressed together with her hands, and he’s essentially motorboating her.
That right there gives me the damn ick.
I will say she’s got strong legs. She’s not using her hands for anything other than creating some serious cleavage with her tits. Her thighs are doing a hell of a lot of work moving her body up and down, with only the balls of her feet on the floor.
Offhandedly, I wonder why she doesn’t dance. She’s obviously strong as fuck. And I could only assume that she could at least work a pole, if nothing else, with her obvious muscles. Shaking thoughts of Anna and Dante and Anna on a stage out of my head, I flick my gaze upward and begin to scan the room.
I’m on a bed, a four-post bed.
And I’m most definitely in a master bedroom…Icky.
There is a closed door, which I assume is a closet, because there is an open door that clearly leads to a bathroom, and theother open door leads to the rest of the house. As I peer out the bedroom door, I see a banister and realize we’re upstairs.
That presents a challenge.
Maybe I could get away, but I’d have to navigate running downstairs and then trying to find the front door. That’s not the best plan, especially since I have zero idea what the layout of this place is.
There are two large windows in the bedroom, but either one would be impossible to jump out of without possibly killing myself, and then I’m dead no matter what. So I don’t think that would be a good idea.
This whole thing is not going to be fun.
The moans, whimpers, pants, and noises get louder, so I close my eyes because I can tell they’re close to finishing up, and then their focus will be on me again. Unfortunately, I’m no closer to an exit strategy.Damn.
PIGGY
“What the fuck happened?” I demand.
Heidi winces at my tone. She should. Not that this is her fault, at least I don’t think it is, but I’ve got questions, and these are the only people around for me to ask them. So I’m going to ask, and I can’t think about my tone when I do.
“We don’t know,” Ivy mutters. “From what we can tell, she was on stage, then she was off.”
“It was a hectic night with Heidi dancing and the social media influencer shit. It was goddamn electric,” Lightning mutters. “I was standing right there next to the stage. I had a bad gut feeling, but I didn’t see shit. It was timed perfectly.”
“Planned,” Heidi whispers. “As if someone knew exactly how long the lights would be down and exactly how to get out of the club with a whole fucking person without being detected.”
I’m silent for a moment as I think about their words. “And nobody, not a dancer, not a bartender, nobody seemed suspicious at all? Bennet?” I ask.
“I looked through his phone myself, tried to find anything that could have been considered suspicious, and I got nothing. He didn’t give off any vibes either.”
I didn’t get them from him when I met him, either. Sure, he’s a little dramatic because he’s running a strip club, but beyond that, he seemed fine. He’s been helpful with schedules and forthcoming with anything we’ve ever required of him for security purposes.
Mentally, I go over all the people I know who work here and aren’t part of the club. Bennet, Anna, strippers, waitresses, bartenders… that’s all we got at this point. “You questioned everyone?” I ask.
“Bartenders and waitresses were more than willing to help in any way possible, gave us their phones, told us who might have been sketchy, but nothing panned out.”
“Anna?” I ask.
“She gave us her phone, went over the events that led to the moment. She was with Lightning.”
I press my lips together in a straight line. My head is starting to hurt. Thinking about this shit feels like it’s going to make it explode. But then something causes me to pause. Because of an idea I should have already had, but haven’t until now.
“A burner,” I snap.
