Miranda
I pull up to the club and realize the outside really looks shitty. Issue number one. How does he expect to get high class clients when there’s trash outside his place and the sign he has is cracked and cheesy? I take a deep breath and make a mental note to figure out how to improve the outside appearance.
I open the front door to the club, and the inside is dark. So dark it takes my eyes a second to adjust. I finally see there’s a gentleman standing there. “Can I help you, ma’am?”
“Yes, I’m Miranda Stevens. I’m here for a meeting with Randall Higgins.” I hand him my card.
“He’s expecting you. Please follow me.” We walk down a short hallway, and suddenly the room opens up. There’s a bar on the far side of the room with stools all around it. There are small tables around the stage, and some round booths around the outer walls of the club. I like the booths for privacy, but based on the way some of them are facing, it would be hard to see the show.
The big guy from the door turns to see me standing in one place looking around, “Ma’am, please follow me. Mr. Higgins doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
“Oh, yes, sorry.” We continue through the club to the corner, where there’s a really big guy sitting in a booth. He is slightly taller than me and extremely overweight. He has black hair that’s slicked back and he’s wearing a suit that appears to be tailor made.
When I approach him, I put out my hand to shake, but he takes it and kisses my knuckles. It’s a wet kiss that disgusts me, but being a professional, I shake it off. “Hello, Mr. Higgins. I’m Miranda Stevens from Millennium Marketing.”
“Please have a seat,” he says in his raspy smoker’s voice. From the smell of him, I’d say cigars not cigarettes, but either way it grosses me out. I slip into the booth, and just as I do, food is placed on the table.
“I hope you don’t mind. I don’t have a lot of time, so I just ordered us pasta.” He slips a napkin on his lap.
“This is fine, thank you.” I too, place a napkin on my lap. “So, can you tell me what you’d like us to accomplish for you?”
“As I told you on the phone, my business is suffering since Club Heat has opened. I want more clients, and I want to target high class clients. I’m in the process of hiring some new dancers and a choreographer to work with them, but I want to see what changes your firm thinks I should make as well.”
“Can I be honest with you?”
“Please do,” he says, but he also sounds terse.
“I think for starters we need to work on the outside appearance. There’s a lot of trash around, giving it a dirty look, and I think we need a new sign. Something that screams hot, but high class too.”
He groans. “Do you know how long I’ve had that logo?”
“Six years,” I answer. “Vixen opened its doors six years ago, and was one of the top strip clubs in the area for a better part of the first three you were open.”
“You did your homework,” he says, shoveling food into his mouth. He’s slurping his pasta and it’s nasty.
“I did. That’s my job, and so you know, it’s not uncommon for businesses to do some re-branding after a period of time.” I take a small bite of my pasta as not to offend him, because quite frankly, looking at this guy has made me lose my appetite. “I’d like to see the club and what it has to offer, and then I’d like to go back and work on some ideas for you. We can discuss what you like and don’t like about them, and then we’ll do a huge grand reopening to boost the club.”
He sighs. “Fine.”
“Do you have a budget for this project?”
“No, do what you have to, but I better be the top club in LA again when all is said and done.” I nod my head at him, because I don’t know what else to say. He wipes his mouth and tosses his napkin on his plate. He ate almost the entire thing while I was talking, and I swear I’ve never seen someone eat so much that quickly.
He stands and I follow. “Hey, Benny,” he calls out, and another big dude comes walking over.
“Show this pretty lady around, please. Make sure she sees all she needs to see and nothing more,” he warns.
“Yes, sir,” the muscular man says to him.
“I’ll be in touch next week with some ideas.” I give Mr. Higgins a small smile. He again takes my hand and kisses the top of it, grossing me the hell out. Who does that these days, seriously? As soon as he’s out of sight, I wipe my hand on the back of my pants as I follow Benny around the club.
“As someone who works here, what would you say the trouble areas in this place are?” I ask him, making notes.
He scratches his head like he’s thinking but says nothing. I notice that not all the booths have a view of the stage, which would be a problem. The upside to the place is they have six small private rooms that are great for groups of maybe five. There’s a pole in each room and a table at the back for food. This could be big for the club. “How often do you guys book the private rooms?”
He sighs, but then responds, “We book a couple every weekend, but they’re never full.”
I nod my head and make note to figure out how to make these rooms nicer. They are great rooms, but the seating isn’t all that nice and they’re plain with shitty paint on the walls. If they’re only booking a few at a time, maybe I can get him to paint a few and then when they’re ready to be used, he can paint the others.
“I think I’ve seen enough for today. I need to get back to my office so I can start putting some plans together.”
He nods at me. “I’ll see you out, ma’am.” He walks me back through the club, and as I’m getting toward the front I hear the big guy who greeted me talking with Mr. Higgins. He says something about not losing any more business to Heat and he has a plan in place to make sure it doesn’t happen.
“I’ve lost one dancer to them, I won’t lose any more.” He pounds his fist on the bar, causing me to jump as the club door closes behind me.
***
Stone
It’s almost time for Miranda to get home and I can’t wait for her to see what I have in store for her. I’ve made a nice dinner and then I’m going to spend the night savoring her beautiful body. She’s been so stressed out ever since she found out she was taking on this strip club account and I’m not sure why. She’s great at what she does.
I hear her heels on the hardwood floor outside my door, so I open it for her and with a huge smile, I ask, “How did it go?”
“The meeting itself was fine, but the owner is sleazy” She dropsher briefcase by the door. “The guy reminds me of some big mafia dude. He devoured a huge plate of pasta while I was talking. It was gross. He even had the raspy smoker’s voice.”
“Did he treat you okay?” I ask, concerned that I’m going to have to hurt this guy.
“He treated me fine. As a matter of fact, I found it weird, because instead of shaking my hand, he kissed it, and I thought that to be very old school. Who does that?” I shrug my shoulders, not sure what to say. I’m not happy that this guy’s lips were on my girl, but I’m not going to freak out on her just yet. “Well, let me know if his behavior gets any worse, please. I love you and I don’t want to have to hurt this guy.” I pull her in for a kiss.
She gives me a seductive smile. “Trust me, I’ll be sure to let you know.” My mouth crashes down on hers as my hands slip down her back to her ass. Giving it a squeeze, I press my hardening cock into her. Her hands slip into my hair, pulling slightly as she deepens the kiss, but the oven beeps, telling me our baked seafood casserole is done.
I groan in frustration. “Dinner is ready. Let’s eat and we can continue this when we’re done.”
“I look forward to it.” She winks at me.
She goes to the fridge to pull out two beers while I serve up dinner and we meet at my small table for two. We both take a seat and sip our beer before digging in. She takes a bite and moans. “Stone, this is delicious. I’m so glad you can cook.”
I laugh. “Why, because you hate doing it?” I tease.
“Yes, because I hate it, and I would probably starve if it weren’t for you.”
“Well, I don’t think that’s true, but I’m glad you like it.” I put my fork down. “Listen, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” I watch as she takes another bite of her dinner while I rub my hands down my pants, contemplating what to say. Once again I’m a nervous wreck, and hope she doesn’t freak out.
“I have a nice night planned for us, so I’m hoping this doesn’t freak you out and ruin it, but I was really hoping…” I trail off. “I’d like for you to move in with me.” I let out a breath.
Her brows shoot up. “Really? Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Baby, I’ve never been surer of anything. I love you, and I know you love me, so why pay rent at two places? My place is plenty big for the two of us.”
She smiles at me. “Sure, I’ll move in with you.”
I let out another deep breath and she asks, “Were you really that nervous?”
“Yeah, we hadn’t really talked about this next step, so I had no idea how you were going to react.”
She stands from her chair and walks over to me. I push away from the table, and when I do, she straddles me. “I’m sorry I made you nervous. I love you and am happy you asked me to move in with you.” She gently presses her lips to mine, and the connection shoots straight to my cock. I’ve been thinking about tonight all day, thoughts of what I want to do to her have my balls aching.
She grinds her pussy against my cock as her hands slip up into my hair. She pulls on it, breaking the kiss, licking and sucking her way to my ear. She scrapes her teeth across my earlobe and I growl, “Fuck dinner.” I scoop her up and carry her to my room—soon to be our room—and she’s licking along the vein in my neck the whole time. When we get there she sees I have some toys laid out for us to play with.
She looks into my eyes. “You dirty boy.” Her eyes are dilated and I have no doubt her pussy is wet and ready for me.
“You ready for some fun?” She grins and nods. “Good, because I’m taking this ass tonight.” I slip her down my body, and she moans as my cock rubs against her pussy through her lightweight clothing. The great thing about the outfit she’s wearing is all I have to do is pull the fabric down over her shoulders and it pools at her feet. She’s standing before me wearing a black lace thong and matching bra, and man, was I wrong when I thought my cock couldn’t get any harder. I spin her around, remove her bra, and press my chest to her back. Reaching around, I cup her breast in my hand as I pull her hair to one side, giving me access to her neck. I’m licking and nibbling on her neck and ear as one hand massages her breast and the other slips into her thong to discover she’s soaking wet. My fingers find their way through her folds, strumming her clit. Her knees start to buckle but I catch her.
“Oh shit,” she moans out.
I whisper in her ear, “Come for me, baby.”
She’s panting. “I can’t standing up like this.”
“You can and you will,” I tell her before I bite down on her ear. She moans out again.
“Please,” she begs.
“What do you need, baby?”
“I need to be on the bed,” she whimpers.
“Okay, fine. On all fours,” I demand. She doesn’t want to stand, then it’s time for me to start prepping that ass of hers. She slips onto the bed with her ass in the air and her face down in the pillow. She hears me rummaging through the toys and looks over, but she’s seen enough. “Look at me,” I tell her, placing a blindfold over her eyes. She grunts in frustration and then whimpers when my hand makes contact with her ass. I grab what I need, then remove my clothes and slip on the bed behind her. I begin squeezing her ass and massaging it. I place a soft kiss on her ass cheek where I smacked her, she hisses from the contact of my lips. I begin eating at her ass, lubing it with my spit. I dip my tongue inside her. She’s whimpering and squirming.
“Oh my God,” she screams out as I’m working her clit with a vibrator and her ass with a butt plug. Her hips grind in rhythm with the vibrator and in seconds she’s sent over the edge. Her legs are shaking as she rides out her orgasm and I slip the butt plug a bit further into her ass.
“How’s that feel, baby?” I ask now that she’s calmed down.
“Full,” she pants, “but it’s not bad.”
“Good girl. You ready for my cock?”
“Yes, fuck me already,” she screams out, earning her another slap to her ass. “You know I love when you spank me.” I do it again, but this time I slap her on her pussy. “Fuck!”
“You ready to be a good girl?”
“Yes, please, give me your cock.”
I give her a dirty grin. “Good girl.” I pull the butt plug from her tight hole and line my cock up. She turns her head to me but she’s still blindfolded. She’s biting her lip to stifle her screams as I slip my cock into her tight ass, filling her and hitting that special spot deep inside, rolling my hips as I go. “I need you to give me another one, baby.” I reach around her, rolling my fingers over her clit. I bury myself deep inside her a few more times and she finally gives me what I want, her muscles tightening around my cock so we both go over the edge together.
When we’ve come down from our high, I pull my cock out and lay beside her, running my fingers up and down her back.
“That was amazing. I never thought taking it in my ass could feel so good.” She smiles at me.
“Want to shower with me or go to sleep?”
“Sleep,” she mumbles, and before I know it she’s out.