“Senator Mason, what have you found out during your investigation of the Rossi brothers?” Senator Santara asks me during our next committee meeting.
“Nothing yet,” I tell him. “I’ve only been there once.”
“And how your stripping skills?” another senator asks me, as everyone erupts in giggles.
“I’m glad you find my work so entertaining,” I tell them. “You tell me that this is an important investigation and that these brothers are big targets for us to take down. Then you laugh at me because of the type of work you’re asking me to perform.”
Everyone looks at me as if I just called them all monsters. But I’m really getting sick of how they’re treating me. There are rumblings and more laughter— this time nervous in nature— around the table.
“Order, Order,” Senator Sentara says. “Senator Mason, I understand that these things take time. I was just asking if you found anything at all that is helpful. Any kind of evidence we can use to put in our report against the Rossi brothers so far.”
I stare at the ceiling and think about his question. Have I found any evidence against the Rossi brothers?
I can’t help but get distracted thinking about how it felt for Marino to play with my nipples while Dante fingered me. I’ve never done anything like that in my life and I never thought that I would. I certainly didn’t think I would enjoy it.
I was confused when Marino called it all off. Is he onto me? But they said I had gotten the job. They told me to come back.
Maybe he was just being really careful because he knows that they’re being watched. For all the talk about Dante and the business empire he’s built for the Rossi brothers, I’m starting to think that it’s Marino who has the smarts. And I really can’t decide which one of them I like better.
I feel a hand pressing against mine under the table and I look down to see Maddie Hernandez, another member of the committee, handing me a note.
I think what you’re doing is really cool, it says. I bet it must be great to be up close and personal with those Rossi brothers.
I look over at her and she’s smirking at me slightly. I’m not sure if I should feel supported or threatened. There is no woman alive who wouldn’t want to be touched by the Rossi brothers the way that I was. But even though it’s supposed to be part of my job, I have a feeling this is going to be held against me.
My phone vibrates and I look down to see a text from my mom.
Just checking in to see how work is going, it says.
I do my best not to jump in my seat. Does my mom know what I’ve been up to? I haven’t told anyone and it’s supposed to be an undercover operation. I’m finding it hard to reconcile the secret life I’m living for work and in The Fun House with the regular Jessica Mason that I’m used to presenting to the world.
Which one am I? The girl who wants to be fucked by two brothers at the same time? Or the girl who wants to keep progressing my political career?
I stare back up at the ceiling. Why can’t I be both?
I realize that Sen. Santara is waiting for me to answer his question. I suppose what the Rossi brothers did with me in the VIP room constitutes some sort of evidence I can use against them. Sure, it wasn’t prostitution. They haven’t even paid me to dance for them.
In fact, the way that it’s all arranged works very sweetly for the Rossi brothers. The girls pay The Fun House for the privilege of dancing on the stage and collecting tips. The Rossi brothers don’t have to pay them anything.
The Rossi brothers even mandate that in addition to the two drink minimum that all customers must fulfill, each dancer must also have customers buy her at least two drinks per shift. Otherwise, it comes out of her earnings.
The Fun House also takes some money off the top for each private dance and VIP session. So just like at the casino, the house always wins.
I suppose the Rossi brothers could be accused of prostitution for taking money off the top of VIP sessions that lead to sex. But I have no evidence of this occurring. And it’s not a crime for them to have made out with me in the VIP room without paying for it.
They didn’t even make it a condition of hiring me. Obviously I was quite into it and it wasn’t just for the undercover assignment.
“No,” I finally tell Senator Santara. “They haven’t done anything illegal that I’ve seen. But it’s not like they’re going to do that in front of a brand new girl. This may be a longer investigation than I originally thought. These guys are very savvy.”
“Well, we knew that,” Senator Santara says.
He still seems disappointed.
“And I appreciate your dedication to this assignment,” he continues. “I know that this isn’t easy on you and I officially instruct everyone here to support you rather than laugh at you.
“Thank you,” I tell him, even though I know that his instructions will only go so far.
No one is going to listen to his instructions when it comes to laughing at me behind my back. It’s just what people do. And this quite the juicy story. But at least he made an effort to acknowledge my frustration.
“How long do you think it’ll take to gather more evidence?” he asks me.
All I can think about is Dante’s dick that he whipped out of his pants. It was so huge and so hard. He was going to put it in me. Until Marino stopped him.
Why did Marino stop him? I need to find out. And not just for purposes of this undercover assignment. But because I want that dick inside me so fucking bad.
“I really can’t say,” I finally tell Senator Santara. “It could be a long time.”
“Alright, we’ll move on to the next issue on the agenda,” Senator Santara says. “Just remember to keep us apprised of what you find out at The Fun House for our committee investigation.”
“I will,” I tell him.
But to myself I’m thinking of all the things that I want the Rossi brothers to do to me that I will never ever tell anyone in this committee. I need Dante’s huge cock inside me. And Marino’s too.
I’ve seen enough to know that the rumors are true. They will both fuck one girl at the same time. And I want that girl to be me.