Tony

I stood at the large one-way window, looking out on my club below with my hands in the pockets of my expensive, navy blue suit. I cracked a smile that no one else could see, and that was the way I preferred it. The club was busy tonight as always. Men were sitting there with their tongues out or bullshitting with their buddies. It was filling up fast, but what strip club owner wouldn’t want their place packed with dicks chasing a fantasy?

As I surveyed the large crowd, I looked for any signs of trouble, but everything seemed to be in order. There would be hell to pay if it were any other way. My men knew that no fuckups would be tolerated in here. I had at least seven men on duty every night. Any guy gets out of line with one of the dancers, he’s out on his ass and never allowed back in. My goal was profit, and that meant everything had to be inviting. Trouble wasn’t welcomed, but their money was. A well-placed group of security members kept people on their best behavior for a strip club.

Tonight, we were hosting two bachelor parties, but they were warned in advance what behavior wouldn’t be tolerated. It didn’t always hold up. One stupid ass would be too drunk to act human and end up getting all of them kicked out. I imposed a drink limit after the first fight in my place. Three drinks in two hours. If you stayed longer, you could get another one per hour, but I preferred the money was spent on the dancers. Men didn’t think straight when their dicks were hard, I learned that first hand. That was why a drink limit had to be added to the business. 

I didn’t play games with anyone when it came to my money and respect. If you crossed me, there would be hell to pay. I supposed that’s why the cops always had their eye on me. I had a tail on me when the police budget would allow it. I found it pretty pathetic, but what was I going to do? They hadn’t broken any laws that I could get them on.

Not that the tail mattered. They were wasting tax paying dollars on me when the real shady fucks worked in their government offices. I already had the biggest one of them under my thumb. He was itching for a bullet with his name on it. The dumb bastard was on the take from more than half the damn crooks in town. And so was one of his lackeys, Jacob Homan, the supposed corpse. If the other fuck wasn’t a public official, I would have dealt with him already, but time wouldn’t be on his side for long.

I continued to look down at the club. These married fucks who came here every other day actually made me sick. They chased after these women, wasting money that should be spent on their families. It was really sad. After seeing my cousin with his wife, I knew damn well that none of these losers knew what a marriage was. Dante was my hero and showed me that a man can be more than one thing. The man was a badass yet held his own when it came to love. His wife was the queen and everything to him. I was jaded and it happened six years ago when Dante fell in love with Reagan and I got shot for fucking a slut who set me up. 

Seeing his happiness made me think it wasn’t possible for both of us to be that lucky. I didn’t deserve a good girl. Hell, I didn’t deserve a hooker with VD, but it didn’t matter. I had no intention of letting a woman into my life. Six years later and the memory of being played still lived with me, and I had the scar on my ass to prove it.

I spun around towards my six-thousand-dollar oak desk. “Grow a damn set, Franchetti,” I said to myself. Feeling like a pathetic ass and in a suddenly bad mood, I walked back to my chair to get some real shit done. I was the man and I ran this area. I needed to remember that, instead of acting like a big pussy. I looked over the bills and wrote the checks or did the online payments. The club was up more than a million dollars this year and it was only summertime. The cold winter nights brought a lot more people looking to warm up. After finishing all my paperwork for the night, I took a brief nap. There wasn’t much else for me to do. This place was a well lubed machine. Most of the time I was here for the just-in-case moments. 

After my alarm woke me up, I got back to reviewing the schedules Eric had created for the staff. With fifteen strippers, we had all we needed. Most women only worked three nights a week; some did a full five, but it was when they needed extra cash. No more than seven went on in a night. The rest walked around and talked to some of the men.

The rest of the night had been uneventful. I got ready to go downstairs for a drink and speak with my staff when my assistant manager Eric came in to tell me one of the guests would like to meet me. “Send him away.” I was too busy, or rather too irritated, to deal with greedy or egotistical fucks. I wasn’t busy, but I was annoyed with people in general.

He shook his head, then added, “It’s not a him. It’s a she, and well, she’s looking for a job.” The wolfish expression on his face told me that she was sexy to him. He must have been super interested, especially if she was looking for more than we offered here. There was no sex in this place and my staff would be out on their ass if they were caught fucking around in my business. I didn’t want the cops busting up the place thinking I had a prostitution operation going on in here.

“You know that’s not how we operate. Does she have any credentials?” It seemed like a big deal to him, so I wanted to know why. Most of these women had stripped before and were looking for an opportunity to clear more cash.

“No, just a poor college kid looking for money to pay for it. I didn’t send her packing because, fuck, she could make this club tons of money. She’s hot as hell with tits and ass for days, and the guys are already eyeing her for a private dance. She looks a little skittish, but nothing a couple of drinks and time won’t fix.”

If she could be an asset, it was worth considering. Since I could observe her from where I was at, I didn’t have to go down there if it was a waste of time. Some women wanted the money but weren’t cut out for this type of work, so they wouldn’t be able to make it through one dance. It was a waste of time for us unless they were pros, but if he says she’s got the looks and attention already, then it may be something to consider. “A possibility that she could make us some money is worth a look. Where is she?”

“I told her to wait at the bar, and Tito is on her until you tell me what you want.”

“Okay.” I wasn’t interested in hiring anyone new. There was no reason for it. We had plenty, but the fact that he was so interested told me that she must be worth it. It wouldn’t matter to me what she looked like, I was dead inside. I hadn’t had sex since that bitch got me shot. It was the worst mistake of my life, but a life free of sex made everything else clearer. And money flowed freely into my accounts when I didn’t think with my dick.

I stood at the window and turned my head to the bar. I saw her immediately because there was no missing that body. She was stacked from head to toe, a figure that most women would kill for and men would give the world to have. I swallowed hard, trying to tame this unexplainable thirst that overcame my normal stoic attitude. It was impossible for me to take my eyes off her. The thought of losing her in the crowd made me anxious to get down there and introduce myself. As if sensing my stare, she turned up and looked this way. Our eyes connected even though she couldn’t see me. Those eyes were nervously scanning the large glass panes. Considering why she was here, that could be understood. I was rumored to be a lot of things, including a strict boss, not including the less than legal aspect of my life which was considered to be well known to those around town.

Her attention was taken by someone else. A burning sensation struck me in the gut as I watched someone approach her. This show was over. No one was going to be allowed to look at her, and there was no way in hell she was working here. A territorial feeling claimed my body and mind. That fucker was going to lose a limb or four if he made another move.

“Send her up, now.” I slipped off my suit jacket and handed it to him. “Make sure she puts that shit on. Move.” He hesitated for a moment, which was all I needed, remembering all the shit he said about her. “Wait, never fucking mind. I’ll do it myself. And do us both a favor. Don’t ever mention her looks again.” I walked passed him, leaving him covered in surprise. I shuffled down the stairs without disrupting the crowd from the show on the main stage. I paused for a moment, remembering my rule. What was it that called to me? Shit, there were hundreds of women who were stacked like that. Several of them worked on stage, but they did nothing to get a rise out of me. I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. This was just an introduction, nothing more. I mentally played that thought in my head on my way to her, but it wasn’t working.

She was now facing the bar, taking a sip from a glass of pink shit, revealing her bared back to me. The only thing holding that candy red crop top on her body was the strap around her neck and her bra line. The man in me demanded to take her over the bar, fucking her from behind, but there was no way I was going to let anyone see her in the throes of passion. She took another sip like she was trying to get smashed fast. I shook my head because that better be what the bartender drinks. It was non-alcoholic, so when customers bought her or the girls drinks they weren’t getting drunk. “That better be Pink Squeeze,” I said to Amber.

“It is.”

“Good.” Hearing my voice, she turned to me, nearly dropping her drink in the process. I took it from her unsteady hands. Our fingers caressed against each other, and I knew that I was screwed and going to be the luckiest man in the world at the same time. Her eyes were a light brown, almost golden in color and I wanted them to look into mine as she took my cock deep in her pussy.