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  The next song rolled in with a slightly darker beat and his breath hitched as she threw herself at the pole and spun until somehow, she was upside down. Her dress slipped to the floor revealing the sheer white lace panties and bra he had wanted to see for the last few minutes. Her golden skin showed no tan marks and the underwear, unfortunately, had just enough fabric he couldn’t see the color of her nipples or if she shaved completely.

  With a gasp she pulled herself upright, color lighting her cheeks with embarrassment as she clutched the pole, staring down at her wayward clothing, as if shocked her clothing had slipped off. He wanted to run up on stage and cover her, wanting the sight of her beauty all to himself. A pulsing beat filled the music, and she dropped a bit, gasping as the pole rubbed her between her legs and he watched as her breath started a panting rhythm in time with the music. The crowd cheered, and she bit her lip and slowly started pulsing against the pole, each movement sending shudders across her muscles.

  It was like watching a girl find her first sexuality played out on stage. Though Tek’s mind told him she was in her early twenties and this was a show, they paid her to do, his body wanted more than anything to get up there and help her discover the pleasure her body could produce.

  The look of surprise on her face as she gyrated and twisted her own nipples through her bra made his dick so hard, he was afraid the zipper was going to leave permanent marks. She never stopped dancing, but somehow each movement took him on a journey. Men threw money at the stage and she didn’t even seem to notice, but she would always end up on the side of the stage where the most money lay like a carpet of green.

  The last song was a deep dark rhythmic number. She alternated doing moves on the pole which made him want to take its place and floor work that had him convinced she was masturbating right in front of them all. Lust poured through his veins and played hell with his usual control. He felt himself wishing the VIP booths weren’t lit like the floor so he could adjust himself without his Brothers noticing.

  Cami had her back to the pole and her hand was down her panties making circles to the beat while her other arm gripped the pole above her head. She looked over and Tek felt their gazes lock. His breath matched hers as she started thrusting. He swore if he could break the gaze he would see her fingers disappearing inside her sweet cunt.

  As the song came to an end, her face relaxed and she threw her head back in ecstasy, breaking their gaze for a moment. When her muscles stopped twitching, she looked back at him as her hand slid out of her panties and her fingers glistened. As she lifted the fingers to her mouth, the lights dropped, and the room was silent. Cheers and screams for more burst through the room and Tek dropped back into his seat, more sexually aroused than he had been in years. Or ever.

  Dim lights came up and two of the servers were cleaning the money from the stage into metal buckets.

  “Damn.” Tek grabbed a beer from the bucket and took a long drink.

  Hawk adjusted himself in his jeans, and grabbed a beer for himself. “Christ, Clean, that girl needs a warning label or something.”

  “You should see her with a corset and a whip.” Clean laughed. “But that one is a bag of issues with ‘keep away’ written all over it.”

  Tek couldn’t imagine the issues which would make any man hesitate getting closer. “Drugs?”

  “No, the girls are screened weekly for that and STDs. The girl you saw on stage doesn’t exist. The second she is not performing; she is a completely different person. That other person isn’t all there upstairs.”

  “That was Cami, everyone! Remember, there are only ten more minutes to sign up for a chance of a private dance from her. We will announce the lucky winner in forty minutes.” Three different women strutted out onto the stage and began their version of entertainment.

  Tek only had one more question for Clean. “How do I get on the list?”

  Chapter 3

  Eenie, Meenie, Miney… Oh yeah.

  Angela sat in the dressing room trying to pull herself together. She pretended to orgasm on stage occasionally. Sometimes more than once during a set, but this was the first time she had actually done it for real. The presence of the man with an intense gaze at the owner’s table had pushed her on from the moment she noticed him when she first came out.

  The whole time she danced, she could feel his gaze on her like velvet heat. She had pictured him as her bad boy neighbor watching her through his window. It fed the fantasy and made her performance almost too real. When he caught her gaze near the end, she knew he wanted to see her come while he watched. And she had!

  Cami was supposed to be outside of Angela, only skin deep. A way to try wild and wicked things without touching the person she was at her core. But tonight, it had felt like it was Angela on stage and with the blond mystery man watching. She had loved it. Did it mean this experiment in her sexuality was working or had gone too far?

  “Seriously hot show tonight, Cami.” Karen, one of the club’s waitresses, carried in her bucket that held her tips. Angela didn’t like the tipping part of dancing but knew it would be too strange to refuse. So, she had made a deal with the waitresses on her first night. If they cleaned up the money after her set, they could keep ten percent. She didn’t really care if they took more. Stripping was an odd job. You paid the house a fee for every dance you did, like renting time on stage. Tips were your actual pay, so anything left after covering the fee was yours to keep. Since she didn’t need the money, if there was anything left after covering house costs, she donated it to her favorite women’s charity.

  “Where do you want your tips?”

  “I’ll t-take them.” Her damn stutter always hit when she was uncomfortable. Looking down, she saw she had done really well on both of her sets tonight. She’d already tipped out everyone and paid her house fees for the night out of her first dance set and had almost three hundred left. She shoved the money into the cloth bag in her locker for just that purpose.

  “Why don’t you do more sets or more nights? You could be rolling in it.” Karen seemed truly puzzled. The woman worked shifts both as a waitress and as a dancer while putting herself through school.

  Angela shrugged. “The club minimum is t-two stage s-sets and one set off stage.” Ugh, she even stuttered quoting rules. She sounded stupid.

  “So, you literally do the minimum?”

  “Yup.” She blushed and looked down at her hands, not wanting to say more.

  Jasmine, another of the club’s dancers, ran into the room, a jumbled mess tossing off her shoes and ripping open her locker. “Shit shit shit!”

  Angela had never seen the woman so flustered. “What’s wrong?”

  The woman was pulling her street clothes on. “My kid’s running a 104 temp and throwing up like the exorcist. I got to pick her up and take her to the emergency room.” She slammed her locker door, frustrated tears making her eyes sparkle. “Not that I have any clue how I’m going to pay for that and rent this month.” She pulled her top on and slammed her fist into the locker. The tears began to run down her face, leaving trails of mascara over her made up cheeks.

  Angela stood and pulled the woman into a hug. She hated that people struggled with the things which should be basic in life. Jasmine let out a sob and relaxed against her for a moment. After a few breaths, the woman drew away, pulling herself together.

  “Here.” Angela grabbed the bag of money from her own locker. “If you need more, just let me know.”

  “I can’t take your money, Cami,” Jasmine said, but really looked like she wanted to.

  “Consider it a loan if you have to.”

  “Really?” The hope in her voice hurt Angela’s heart.

  “Yeah. And I’m serious if you need more, let me know.” The woman hugged her so hard she thought she heard bones creaking. Jasmine shoved the cash in her purse and took off as one of the bouncers, oddly named Decaf, came back and handed Angela the list of names she had to choose from.

  “Great show tonight, Cami.�
� He gave her and Karen a nod and headed back into the club.

  “You are too good for this place,” Karen teased.

  “You just say that because I tip out well.” Her voice was so quiet Karen probably didn’t hear her. If these girls knew how little she needed the money, she knew they would consider her an even bigger freak. Angela looked over the list, always hating this part of the night. She usually used a formula which divided the time she received the list by the month/day and rounded down. She used the resulting number to count through the list, alternating counting the VIPs or non-VIPs twice. It made the choice as random as her mind could handle. Private dances were harder for her to stay in character and after her experience on stage tonight she wasn’t sure if she could do a good job.

  “Holy Shit! It looks like you have a bunch of Dark Sons on your list tonight.” Karen leaned over her shoulder, staring at the paper.

  The Dark Sons Motorcycle Club owned Darklights and there were always a few of them around either working or enjoying the shows. The other girls who worked here raved about what good tippers they were. A lot of the women partied with the club outside of work and if the stories were true, these men were wild and only loyal to their Brothers.

  At the bottom of her list were several bolded names which she guessed were the Brothers since she doubted any of the usual VIPs had names like Grinder, Hawk, or Tek.

  “D-do you know any of them?” Cami handed Karen the list, having already memorized it.

  “Yeah, let’s see. Hawk is their President, hard body, scary eyes. Puck is the cute Ken doll looking guy, well if Ken rode a Harley. Grinder’s nice but handsy.” That put him out of her running. “Highdive is the Sergeant at Arms, he scares me, but in a good way. Tek is the Secretary. I haven’t seen him around much, but he’s supposed to be a computer genius or something.” Karen bit her lip. “Pick Hawk. I mean, he is their President.”

  Angela thought about it and Karen was probably right, but she kinda liked the idea of the smart tough guy. She was going to look down at her watch to start the math to pick, but then she remembered the outfit she had planned for next week. It was in her locker, almost like fate had told her to bring it. Maybe tonight she would forgo the random calculation and pretend she believed in destiny.

  “I think I’m going to play naughty secretary for the Secretary.”

  Karen laughed. “Damn girl, you will have him panting.”

  She hoped she had chosen right.

  The dancers on stage held no interest for Tek after seeing Cami dance. It had never occurred to him before that most dancers had blank almost dead looks in their eyes, like their bodies might be performing athletic and sexy movements but their minds were elsewhere. It amazed him that many of the men here didn’t care or even seem to notice.

  “Haven’t seen much of you lately. Anything I need to know about?” Hawk leaned forward, taking a sip from his beer.

  Tek rubbed his eyes, feeling some of the stress of the last year pull down on him, and sighed. “Nothing that affects the club. Just some crap with the company. We expanded so much last year, I lost touch with everything that was going on. We won a big government contract on the digital side that is supposed to go live in a month, but I’m seeing odd anomalies on the corporate clients who we are using as guinea pigs to test it out.”

  “Anything we can help with?”

  Hawk’s offer reminded Tek of why he would always be loyal to the Dark Sons. They were his family and would have his back no matter what.

  “No. Just needed some time away from the problem. Fuck, I never thought I’d be stuck in an office eighty hours a week, but that is what my life has become.”

  “Then quit.”

  Hawk’s words hit him like a punch to the gut. It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it before but hearing it from his Brother made it feel like an actual possibility.

  Hawk looked him up and down. “Seriously, Brother. You used to love what you do. Hell, if it wasn’t for your skills, we couldn’t do half the shit we do, but when do you get to live? Do you need a second billion in your bank account? If you don’t enjoy life, what is the point?”

  What was the point? He had started Vallier Technologies as a way to help victims of kidnapping and violence. The last few years it had grown more into a tool for corporations to protect their bottom line. They still did good, but his time was taken up by the nonsense. Maybe it was time to think about selling off the parts he didn’t care about.

  “You make it sound easy.” Tek shook his head.

  Hawk smiled and leaned back in the booth. “Nothing worth having is easy, but it can be simple.”

  Tek finished his third beer as he took in his President’s words. The song playing stopped and the MC’s voice came over the speakers, “I hope you are all enjoying the wonderful delights we have to offer here at Darklights. Before our next dancers take the stage, I have the pleasure to announce tonight’s lucky winner of a private dance with Cami is Tek!”

  Decaf, one of the Club’s Prospects, laughed from behind him. “Damn, I was sure she would pick Hawk.”

  “You put my name on the list, Prospect?” Hawk scowled.

  Clean slapped their President on the arm as the Prospect went pale. “No. I put everyone’s name down. Her dances are life changing even if she doesn’t lay a finger on you.”

  Hawk only looked a little less pissed as he slugged Clean in the arm. “I don’t need pay-to-play pussy.”

  Tek raised an eyebrow. “And I do?”

  Hawk smirked. “With that pretty boy hair and the desk job making you soft, I guess you gotta do what you have to to get the sweet stuff.”

  Tek flipped off his President and turned to the Prospect who had regained a little of his color to show him the way. The private room had a leather couch and just enough room for dancing or fucking, depending on your point of view. It wasn’t his first time in a private room, though it had been a few years. This woman sparked something in him, and he was eager for more.

  Even picking up women at the Clubhouse had become routine. Find a hot chick, foreplay till she came, fuck till they both came, and take off before she became clingy. He couldn’t remember the last time he even wondered what one of his partners was like outside the bedroom.

  Something about this woman had his imagination going wild. Did she fantasize about the things she played out on stage? Roleplaying was his secret kink. He’d tried with a few partners, but it had never progressed beyond a little dirty talk. He sat, trying to hide his impatience from Decaf, who leaned against the wall by the door.

  Tek was annoyed that the Prospect looked like he was going to be staying in the room. He wanted alone time to pick apart the mystery which was Cami. With a temptation like her, the extra layer of security was probably needed with her regular customers.

  The door swung outward and a vision of painful temptation stood backlighted. Her hair was done up in a tidy bun. Adorable little glasses were perched on the tip of her cute nose. She wore a black pencil skirt with a slit which let him get a glimpse of the edge of thigh-high stockings. It showed off gorgeous legs in five-inch black stiletto heels. Her suit jacket was buttoned up to the bottom of lush cleavage and he didn’t think she had a blouse on. She held a pad of paper and a pen in her hands like she was ready to take notes.

  He wasn’t sure what he expected, but Cami in this sexy suit had him speechless. Her prim expression broke for a minute as she caught sight of Tek, and nervousness flashed in her eyes. Her chest shuddered as she took a deep breath. Eyes now sparkling, she stepped in the room, her lips thinned in a serious expression, and she turned to the Prospect.

  “Thank you, Mr. Decaf, you can wait outside by the door.”

  Chapter 4

  The only difference between a good girl and a bad girl… is good girls are selective with who they are bad with.

  Angela did her best not to blush at Decaf’s wide eyes as he left the room. Tek’s magnetism had her pinned in place. Up close, he was even more devastating
to her libido. Powerful tattooed arms crossed over a well-muscled chest unfortunately covered by a plain black t-shirt. His Dark Sons leather vest added to his aura of danger and his perfectly styled dirty blond hair just beckoned her to mess it up. She licked her dry lips, trying to focus.

  Telling the bouncer to leave had been a crazy impulse. One she hoped she didn’t regret. Truth was she wanted nothing to ruin the fantasy with this man. They might only have fifteen minutes, but she was determined to enjoy each second. She wouldn’t break her rules of no touching but knew tonight she would do just about anything else for this man who seemed to have a direct connection to her libido.

  She let herself fall into the role she had chosen and put on her best professional voice. “My rules for our time are very s-simple and few. You may not touch me. I will not t-touch you. How would you like to proceed Mr. Tek?”

  His eyes drew a long slow fiery line down her body, caressing every inch of her like warm fingers down her skin. “Well, Ms. Cami, I accept your rules, though I can say I’m disappointed. I think you are missing out on the benefits of what I could do for you.”

  Her core grew wet. His voice was as professional as her own, sending thrills at the thought that someone was going to play along with her silly games for once.

  “Would you like music? It’s my first day as your secretary, so you will have to instruct me on what to do. I’ve never worked for such a powerful man before.”

  He tapped the music controls and soft sultry music played. Tek stood and her pulse raced as he moved closer. Her breath quickened as he got so close, she could feel the heat from his body, but nothing else. He bent slowly, his breath tickled her ear as he growled, “Is that what you like, power? Why didn’t you pick Hawk then?”

  She shivered. He didn’t seem angry, but his fierceness demanded an honest answer. Her voice was barely a gasp when she answered, “I thought a secretary for the Secretary would be fun.”