It’s an act… it has to be an act, and her zeal is about doing her mission for the greater good.
Right?
Nikki O—because that is how I must think of her—moves her hand down, all the while spinning her body, gyrating her hips, and sucking on her finger. The tips of her fingers sink into the low-cut triangle of material between her legs. When they disappear completely from view, she throws her head back, closes her eyes, and mimes a moan of ecstasy while her hips pump against her hand.
She’s dancing out a slow act of masturbation, one I’m quite sure is an act. Her fingers are not actually lodged anywhere of particular sexual importance, but still… the effect fills the room with a current of thick lust.
My cock goes stiff, swelling instantly, and I grit my teeth, uncaring if I crack a molar.
Nikki’s head lifts back up, her stare going back to Simon, and she removes her hand from down below, only to scrape her nails along her body over to her hip. Her fingers latch into the string at her side, and she gives a sharp tug, never once missing a sensual beat of the dance.
The G-string is of the rip-away variety, probably held only by tiny snaps or Velcro, and I suck in oxygen as she turns toward me, giving me a smirk and tossing the tiny panties my way. They hit me square in the chest, and I catch a subtle fragrance of gardenia before they fall to my lap.
Right across my aching dick pushing against my jeans.
Can’t help it… my eyes go to her body, briefly taking in her bouncing breasts, straight down to that area I told her to wax.
And wax she did.
She’s beautifully… stunningly… amazingly… bare, and I have a wild, insane urge to pull her off the stage. Not to cover her body with clothing but with my own.
Shaking my head hard, I bite down on the inside of my cheek and attempt to will my hard-on away. But it’s a no-go, because now Nikki looks back down at Simon and with the thump of music egging her on, she walks down the three steps that lead off the stage and down into the lounge area. She walks right up to Simon, who is sporting the most lecherous grin I’ve ever seen, and proceeds to give him the dirtiest lap dance I’ve ever seen.
Nikki drapes both of her arms over his shoulders, resting her elbows on his light blue, silk shirt, and swings one leg over his lap to straddle him. Simon’s hands come up and grab her by the hips, an absolute no-no with club patrons as we have a strict, no-touch policy—outside of the prostitution, that is. That clearly doesn’t apply to the owner, though.
Her hips pump inward and out again, hovering just over his straining hard-on, never making contact but coming whisper close. She stares down at him, pursing her lips and eye-fucking him… making every fantasy of his come true. I watch, appalled, as Simon’s fingers dig into her flesh and his arms stiffen in an attempt to push her down on his cock… to make her grind against him.
I watch, equally fascinated, as the muscles in her legs bunch and quiver, pushing against his strength and absolutely refusing to let her crotch touch his. Before he can demand her obedience though, she shoots him a coy look, shakes her head in sexy reprimand, and swings her leg up and over his lap until she’s standing in front of him.
The music starts to wind down and she finishes her dance with a few more spins and twist of her hips, finally walking back up onto the stage as the last note of music flutters away.
Nikki immediately looks to me, holding her hand out, and I don’t hesitate a moment. I pick up her G-string, tossing it back up at her, and she efficiently puts it back on.
She bends over to pick up her bustier but before she can straighten her body, Simon stands from his chair and says, “You’re hired. We can discuss the details of your employment in my office.”
Oh, fuck no, that is not going to happen, because he’s going to try to fuck her, no doubt about it. And I don’t know much about Andrea, but what I just saw on that stage, she intends to get this job… and I’m not so sure she won’t lay down her body to ensure she gets her foot in the door.
Standing quickly from the table, I remind Simon, “Don’t forget you have that meeting with Darren in five minutes.”
Thank fuck, he has that meeting with Darren.
“Lance can handle that,” Simon says, his eyes raking over Andrea’s body while she puts on her bustier with practice movements. My pulse skyrockets and my mind starts going into overdrive figuring out how I can swoop in and save her.
“Actually, I can’t,” Lance says. “I have to go meet with our supplier over at the bakery.”
Relief courses through me. “Supplier at bakery” translates into the pipeline of chemicals that is trucked in to Simon’s meth operation, something that he has never asked me to handle before.
“Fuck,” Simon says and glances at his watch. He shoots a last, longing look at Andrea and turns away. “Fine. Raze… get the new girls set up.”
“What about the last girl’s audition?” I ask as I reach down to shift my still-hard cock before standing from my chair.
“Hire her if you want,” he says as he looks at me with a smirk. Leaning in closer, he whispers, “But these last two girls are perfect for our ‘export’ business.”
Satisfaction and relief courses through me that Andrea landed the job, not as a dancer, but as a potential sex slave, and we have crossed a major hurdle. On top of that, I’ve averted the opportunity for Simon to get his hands on Andrea. He may come after her again, and I’ll worry about that later, but right now… our foot is in the door and we are one more step closer to taking Simon Keyes down.