HARDCORE: Storm MC(14)

So five hours in, I had performed three main stage dances and was working the room when I finally saw Mr. Ronn enter the clubroom. He looked peeved, and he was looking straight at me. This did not bode well.



But maybe it would give me the opportunity to get time with him one-on-one, which was exactly what I needed to pull off my scheme. So, I’d play dumb and regretful, or sexy, clueless, and eager, whichever might seem to appease him, to get that time in his office, alone.



The main difficulty here was that in my work uniform I could hardly carry my handgun. I mean, a G-string and nipple pasties don’t hide much. The gun was still tucked safely away in my handbag in the dressing room. So I had to wait until the end of my shift to get dressed and hope that the fucker was still in the building. But I needed to make some moves soon to make the office meeting happen.



I waved to him across the room and smiled like an airhead, big eyes and innocently raised brows and all. I even tossed in a little wave. He ate it up, though he still looked peeved. Still, he nodded at me and the guy I was chatting up for a lap dance, like he was watching me, but I was doing a good job.



James was one of my regulars, a really nice guy, typical story. Married, but he had a history of wandering. His wife knew it, and they had agreed that he should frequent the club and keep his hands to himself, but lap dances with dancers were okay with her as long as that was the extent of his wandering. It had been working for a few years for them, and he was really sweet and respectful with me, and he was a good tipper, so it worked out great for me, too. He even said I was saving his marriage. I don’t know that I’d have gone that far, but if he wanted to give me the credit, who was I to argue?



We went to the back rooms, I gave him the lap dance, he tipped me well, and we returned to the main room. I searched again to locate Mr. Ronn, my heart rate speeding up in anxiety as the time to pull the literal trigger came closer. Shit was starting to feel real. The throbbing beat of the rhythm and bass music was not helping matters; it only made me more aware of the blood pounding through my heart and veins. I was starting to feel a little nauseated.



Shit, I’d never done anything like this. I wasn’t normally a violent person. I was kind of freaking out. If I had only gotten it done last night, when it was more of a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of plan, it would have been so much better. But spending the whole day planning and preparing and packing and… Well, suffice it to say that my emotional turmoil level was pretty damned high.



But then I thought about Tania, my only sister, the one I was supposed to take care of. And I knew I had to go through with it. There was no way I would let Mr. Ronn get away with killing her and live freely for the rest of forever. No way in hell. I had to do it. I had to take him out. And do the best I could to survive beyond that.



I swallowed hard and kept sweeping the room with my eyes until they snagged on Dom.



Fucking Dominic. Who looked so delectably, fuckably fantastic, my heart about jumped into my throat. My skin pricked up, and my face started smiling right into his eyes. He smirked.



Goddamnit. I had no control over myself. This did not work. This had to stop.



Very purposefully, I forced my cheeks back down and my mouth to straighten out. Still locked in with his eyes, I lifted my chin in as cool a greeting as I could manage and continued to scan the room again in search of my fucking boss.



Apparently, that did not satisfy. Dom immediately beelined to me in his confident swagger, and he had lost the smirk. When he got within grabbing distance, he had the nape of my neck in his hand and pulled me in for a no-holds-barred declaration of rights and possession. His tongue swept into my mouth, rubbing along my own, circling and sucking. My knees about dropped out from under me, and I had to grab on to his wrists to keep myself upright. After god only knew how long, he lifted his head, looked into my eyes, and growled, “That’s the proper greeting. Use it.”



My eyes popped. “Excuse me? What the fuck are you talking about? I don’t know what you think is going on here, but it’s not like—”



“Oh, but it is.” He shook his head at me. “You need to clue in, little one. Did you forget already? What did we cover last night?”



I had no idea what he was talking about. And I didn’t really want to know, because something told me it was not going to work well with my plans that would finally end the Hardcore chapter of my fucked-up life tonight.



“I’m pretty sure we had amazing sex last night. That’s what we covered. So, this is cute and all, but I don’t have time for fun and games tonight, Dom. I’ll see you when I see you.” And I turned to walk away.