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“That we do, sweetheart,” Nico said.

Suddenly the lights dimmed and the stage lighting got massively brighter. The strains of DMX’s “Party Up” blared from the loudspeakers, changing the upscale vibe of the club a bit. The other dancers had danced to slow, sexy jazz beats.

Not this one.

A spotlight shone on a stunning blonde in a skimpy, sexy version of a little black dress a girl would wear clubbing. She was perched on the stage knees closed weight rested on her very high heels. After a couple of beats of the light shining down on her, she moved into action, spreading her legs wide and showing her crotch before doing a sexy body roll up to a standing position. She then gripped the pole with one leg as she swung herself around, showing tremendous strength as she twisted herself into Cirque du Soleil worthy positions while still twirling around the pole.

She then flung herself off the pole, landingperfectly on her heels at the same time she ripped off her breakaway top, revealing a set of truly amazing breasts.

“My God,” I breathed. They were huge but perky, round and perfect. Yet they were obviously real. Her long, platinum blonde hair swung freely in a curtain around her shoulders and down her back. The rest of her body was quite thin, bordering on skinny, though she had a nice ass. She looked… kind of like a real live Barbie doll.

Except this Barbie was filthy. The moves this girl did? They were X-rated for sure. No one could take their eyes off her, and she clearly loved it, eating up the attention.

Nico didn’t even say anything, just clutched his drink as he watched her set. “Party Up” played twice through before switching to “One More Road,” as a male stripper came out to join her onstage.

The two of them basically fucked onstage to a perfectly choreographed routine to the slower, sexier, dirtier song.

“Are they…”

“Not allowed to,” Nico answered quickly. “But they come pretty damn close, I think.”

I was almost certain it was real, but Daisy shook her head. “No, Madeline’s just that good with choreography. She can make it look very real.”

“That steel pipe in his pants is real, I can tell you that much,” Nico said, adjusting his own crotch. “Ah. I’m always glad to visit Cayenne after seeing one of Madeline’s sets.” He winked at Daisy. “If I disappear for a bit, you can handle helping Jack out on the tour of the VIP rooms can’t you, sweetheart? I’ll drop y’all off on my way.”

Daisy’s eyes widened, but she quickly recovered. “Of course.”

He stood up and offered Daisy a hand. “Join us, Jack.”

I followed the two of them, hating the way Nico’s hand dropped to the small of Daisy’s back as he walked her towards a door along the back of the club. It was guarded by one of the biggest dudes I’d ever seen.

“This door,” Nico explained, “is a shortcut for VIPs. It’s aback entrance that runs the length of all four clubs and the twins’ restaurant Salt. That way we can get to where we need to go in a hurry.”

The bouncer smiled at Nico… or maybe it was Daisy… and opened the heavy wooden door for us after punching in a code. “This is how you enter Cayenne from Sugar,” Nico explained.

We walked in, and my jaw immediately hit the floor. I looked over at Daisy. Her lips were parted and her cheeks were pink as her eyes moved around, taking in the sights.

“Welcome to Cayenne,” Nico said, waving an expansive arm around the massive room. “But let’s get y’all back to the VIP rooms before I, ah, have some fun myself. Let’s go down this hallway,” he gestured to a luxurious hallway, dimly lit by crystal chandeliers, and pushed open one of the many doors in what I assumed was the VIP area of Sugar.

“We’ve got this room all ready for y’all,” he said, a mischievous smile on his face.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Daisy

“I’ll leave you to it,” Nico said, giving us a wink before closing the door. He stopped himself and motioned just me over to him. “And just for privacy’s sake, there’s no bouncer,” he whispered to me. “But if you need anything, there are a couple of panic buttons stationed throughout the room.”

“Or I could just scream…”

“Oh, sweetheart. I think you’ll be screaming. But it won’t be because you’re scared.” He chucked me under the chin. “Have a good time.”

With that, he left.

I’d never seen the inside of the VIP rooms. Not like this anyway. A few times I’d been called in to bring drinks to a bachelor party or something. The guys had been handsy, but they’d mainly been focused on Madeline or Bethany, whoever was doing the private show that night. And, of course, there were usually several girls, whether strippers or hostesses, who gave blow jobs, lap dances, or both at those events.

I was typically pretty boring compared to all of that.

But now, with no dancers, no one getting sucked off, and just a calm, chill vibe for Jack and me? It felt very different. Thanks to the drinks Nora kept bringing me, I wasn’t freaking out. In fact, I was getting pretty horny with the way Jack was looking me over. The music from the stage was being pumped into the room. With Madeline’s set being over, the music had gone back to the normal, sexy songs most of the other girls danced to. “Holy Ghost” by Borns was playing low in the background.