“You offering commission on top of that?” I challenge Claudi.
“For my best dancer?Claro que sí.Plus your tips. You’d be able to take a week off and recover with that.”
I do need to recover. And anyone offering that much money sounds like the type of client who wants to sit and talk for the majority of the time. I’ll have to rub my ass on their shriveled-up dick for a good tip, but most of it would be free therapy.
“Fine. What room?”
“Atta girl! Smart and sexy.” He looks to the other girls while gesturing his hand to me. “I’ll let our client know. He requestedEl Purgatorio.”
My eyes shoot up to Claudi’s then to Penny’s, whose eyes widen. That is La Madrina’s room, and while we’ve worked it with her before, I’m far from a mistress.
“Hombre. He’s not wanting—” I stammer.
“Nah. I told him already you weren’t a trained Dominatrix, and he was fine with it.”
Claudi offers his hand holding benzos, but I deny it. Penny gives me a half smile and shrugs. Money is money. I walk down the long hallway. The door creaks as I step inside the room. Turning on the lights, I take in the room with fresh eyes.
Noting the client has yet to arrive, I move to the rumored electric chair. Sliding my hands over the solid wood and wide armrests, I can feel the energy of it. Missy said objects carry energy, and while most times that is true, I can’t quite figure out the energy behind this chair.
The thick leather straps hang from the arms, legs, and chest to hold a person in place. Behind the chair is a metal headpiece.
I’m still taking in the chair when I hear footsteps behind me. My body shrinks in on itself, the persistent feeling of athreat walking toward me. My mouth goes dry, and my heart races when I hear his voice.
“Hey, Kitten.”
The scent of tobacco and bergamot hits my nostrils as a weird mix of relief and anger swirls inside me. I don’t move, not even when his breath hits my shoulder. From the distorted mirror, I watch as his nose gently glides against my bare skin.
“What the hell do you want, Efren?” My voice shakes.
He coos seductively, his hot breath on my back sending goosebumps down my bare arm. “You didn’t miss me, darling?”
“I didn’t even notice you were gone,” I lie, looking at the mirrors to get a glimpse of him.
It’s no use. They’re too stretched, making the reflections of us look taller, shorter, or curvier depending on which of the mirrors I look at. I can only see the shape of him standing behind me.
His hands wrap around my hips as he pushes into me. I can feel the hardness of him between his pants and the thin fabric of my dress. My entire space is filled with his presence. The temperature in my body rises at the very feel of him erect against me.
“Mentiras. I think you couldn’t stop thinking about me.”
His hands trail down the back of my thigh, his touch smooth and exhilarating.
“About my fingers fucking your tight pussy. How good it felt.”
He drags it up the hem of my dress and runs his fingers over my thong.
“¿Estás cachonda mija?”
Any objection I can make dies when I feel the slickness between my legs.
“What do you want, Efren?” The words stumble out of my mouth.
“What I’ve always wanted.” His lips lower to my ear. “You.”
My pulse races, and I think about giving in. But then I see the memory again. Efren cleaning the gun and looking down at me.
“Is that why you killed Esteban? So you could have me?”
His hand stills, and he lets out a low laugh before he frees it from my mesh dress and drags it up the front of my body.
