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Selena sashaying out on stage, dressed in what I can only describe as a go-go get up, snaps me from my thoughts. I have never seen her in this outfit before so it must be new. My guess is she wants to make extra tips, so she is changing up her performance this evening. That’s one of the good things about working at The Executive Club. We have full control over our choreography, and can perform what and how we want as long as it brings in the clients and money.
My eyes track Selena as her body moves sensually to whatever music is playing. I grin at the big, beautiful smile on her face. She may have questioned working here, but I can see in her eyes she is happy when she is dancing. Just like me. I sigh wistfully. It might not be the dancing I dreamed of doing growing up, but at least I get to dance. Had I stayed with my parents, it would have been taken away from me, along with many other things.
A couple of minutes later the song must come to an end, because my friend takes a bow, waves to the crowd and saunters off stage, looking like the cat that caught the canary. Grinning, I shake my head before getting back to my predicament. I mull over my options but really, I only have one.
Mind made up, I turn for the door and make my way back down to the changing rooms. Fuck Nico. He doesn’t get to tell me what to do. Maybe I am a little compliant, but I feel the defiant side of me begging to break free. And right now, my rebellious side is winning.
Consequences be damned.
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The sexy beat of Sam Smith’sUnholy, sounds around the club. I spin around the pole a couple of times, in my element as I dance. Legs crossed at the bottom, I drop my ass to the stage before lying flat on the stage and arching my back. My eyes close, a grin curving my lips when I hear the catcalls. It’s my last dance of the night, and it’s also the one that makes me the most money. I can make thousands in those last couple of minutes. Thousands to add to the already healthy stash of green I have hidden in a secret location at the hostel.
Unlike most strip clubs, patrons aren’t allowed to throw money at us - The Executive Club is way too classy for that. Instead, hostesses walk around, collecting the money in black crystal bowls that each have our names on them. Once they have collected it, they will bring it backstage and hand it over to the dancers. It feels less seedy than shoving bills into a thong, so I prefer The Executive Club’s way of doing things.
I haven’t seen Nico since he left me in his office and that was well over an hour ago. Did he really think I would wait around for him to come back? I smile. Of course, he did. He is Nico Marchetti. All the girls go crazy over him here, so why would he think that I’m different? He is about to learn. Because instead of doing what he asked, I am out here doing what I love. Dancing. Dancing like no one is watching even though I know there are hundreds of sets of eyes on me.
When the music stops and the emcee begins to talk, my eyes snap open. Time’s up. My dance is over. Rising to my feet, I ignore all the eyes I feel on me, collect my bra, and move to head backstage. Just as I go to take the first step, a hand wraps around my wrist, pulling until I tumble off the stage and into a warm,hard,lap. His cock digs into my ass, and I want to be sick. My whole body stiffens when arms lock around me, holding me in place. I wriggle, trying to get out of his hold only to freeze when a husky voice hits my ears.
“I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you, gorgeous.” he slurs. His hands start to roam my body, cupping my breasts. Panic courses through me, and I try to wrestle out of his hold.
“Let me go.” I snap, searching around for security to come and do their damn job. They can see me, see that this man is breaking all the rules right now, but for some reason everything seems to be happening in slow motion. It’s as if they can’t get to me.
The man laughs, clamping his hands down around my thighs to hold me still. “Nah, beautiful. I don’t think I will. Not now I have you.” He grinds his cock into me, and I go still. Bile fills my throat with every roll of his hips. “Feel that? You did that.” He thrusts up into me, his dick sliding between my ass cheeks. I’ve had enough.
Balling my hand into a fist, I turn, raising my arm to hit him in his perverted face but I don’t get the chance to make contact. I am yanked out of his hold and pulled protectively into a hard chest. I don’t have to look up to see who it is. I can smell him. Feel him. Feel the power radiating from every pore in his body. Nico.
The music cuts off, and the club goes silent. Glancing around, I notice all eyes on us, watching with rapt attention. I swallow nervously, turning my head back to Mr. Pervert in front of me. He goes deathly white, his eyes widening in horror. “Mr. Marchetti,” he squeaks out, all signs of the asshole that just manhandled me gone.
“Shawn. Why are you touchingmygirl? Are you looking to lose a hand?” Nico’s voice is calm, but I hear the threat in his tone. Hear the possessiveness when he says,my girl.Does he refer to all the dancers that way? I shake the thought away. I don’t have time for that right now. Glancing up at Nico, I recoil at the sadistic, twisted smile on his face. It’s a smile I would imagine a predator wearing, just before they take down their prey.
Shawn, as Nico called him, shakes his head. “Sorry man. I wasn’t thinking. One too many whiskeys.” He laughs nervously, reaching up to wipe his sweaty forehead.
Nico shoves me behind him, stepping closer to the pervert. My heart rate kicks up. I just want to go back to the changing room and put some clothes on. I look around the club, trying to locate anyone who can help me out of this mess. Myeyes eventually lock onto Leo’s face. He frowns, but there is something else on his face. Fear? Pity?
A murmur of gasps bounces around the club, drawing my attention back to Nico. He has a hand wrapped around the man’s throat; his mouth dropped to his ear as he speaks. I can’t hear what he is saying, but I know it must be bad because there is no hiding the look of absolute fear in the pervert’s eyes. My assumption is confirmed when his beige chino pants darken with the wetness seeping down the fabric. He just soiled himself.
My head snaps up when, with his free hand, Nico, grabs the man’s arm, yanking him up out of his seat. Nico’s gaze drops to the stain, a look of disgust crossing his gorgeous face. “You make me fucking sick.” He hisses, passing him over to one of the security guards. They drag him away, but I don’t have a chance to see where they take him because Nico grabs my arm, pulling me into him. His gaze roams over my half-naked body and he scowls. “I told you to stay put. My office now,” he growls, releasing me so he can remove his suit jacket.
Throwing it over my shoulders, he makes sure I am covered before gripping my elbow and escorting me across the club floor and in the direction of his office. I don’t even attempt to pull out of his hold. There’s no point. I disobeyed him. He is angry and now I am pretty sure that I’m going to pay for my insubordination.
“Ow. You’re hurting me.” I whimper when his fingers dig harder into my arm.
He looks over his shoulder as he loosens his grip on me. Not completely but enough so it doesn’t hurt. His friend, the one who is always with him, steps up beside him. He doesn’t acknowledge me as he speaks. “Ray has taken him to the basement.” His voice is low, with no hint of emotion in it.
My heart rate spikes. Basement? Him? Is he talking about the pervert? Oh my God. What are they going to do to him?No, he shouldn’t have touched me, it’s club rules, but he doesn’t deserve to be hurt over the small infraction. I knew Nico was powerful, he reeks of power and money, but who exactly is he? I come from an influential family, and though they live by their own rules, and run my hometown with an iron fist, my father or his associates wouldn’t kill a man for such a small violation. I can’t allow this to happen. I don’t want blood on my hands.
“Nico,” I start, swallowing over the lump in my throat as he drags me through the doors that lead to his private elevator. He glances back at me as does his friend. “I don’t know how you normally deal with things, but he made a mistake. I am sure if you just cancel his membership and ban him from the club, that will suffice. I don’t want you to hurt him.” His eyes flash with something I can’t quite decipher but I hope I somehow got through to him.
Pulling me into the elevator, he hits the button that will take us to the floor where his office resides. I suck in a breath, the tension in the small space palpable. Nico and his friend are so big they take up all the room, making me feel claustrophobic. Nico turns to face me, an evil smirk on his face. “I’m sure it would. But you have no say in his punishment. You should have listened to me, Ocean, and stayed put.” He drawls. I shiver at the tone of his voice.
Shifting his gaze away, he talks to his friend. “Dante, have Leo speak with every patron here tonight, and tell them that I would appreciate their discretion. Get him to give them a drink on me.”
“On it,” the man I now know as Dante says, fishing his cell out of his pants pocket.
The elevator comes to a stop, the doors opening in the next second. Nico takes my hand, dragging me down the hall. My heels click on the tiles as I struggle to keep up with his longstrides. Pushing open his door, he pulls me inside before closing the door with a resounding click.
“Sit.” He demands, his tone leaving no room for argument.
