Teased(11)

“Have a seat, Vida. I was about to send Henry for you.”

Vida slid into the booth across from him. He was, as always, dressed in an expensive, dark suit that made him appear even more intimidating. King put off menacing vibes which the dark suit only enforced.

“Have you found anything out about Sawyer yet?”

“As a matter of fact, I found her.” His lips tightened into a grim line.

“You have?” Vida couldn’t prevent the excitement from her face.

“Calm down, Vida. It’s not the best situation, but for now she’s safe. Rick Redman works for Digger.” King paused, waiting for her reaction. It wasn’t long in coming. Everyone in town knew Digger, he was as ruthless as King. The difference was King didn’t attempt to hurt you as long as you didn’t fuck with him. Digger liked to fuck you up for fun.

“One of the men that Digger sold her to for the night has decided to keep her for a while. As long as he pays for her company, Digger will remain content. For a while.”

Disappointment filled Vida. She had accomplished nothing, she hadn’t been able to keep Sawyer from being sold and used. Pain filled her expression as she felt the fruitlessness of her attempts sink in.

“Vida, she’s not on the street, nor has she disappeared never to be seen again. Digger knows that, if she disappears, I’ll kill him. Right now, he’s trying to push my buttons, but not set me on a path of retaliation. As soon as I find out his price, you’ll get her back.” Vida listened as King tried to explain the intricacies of dealing with someone as dirty as Digger.

She nodded her head. “His henchman, Briggs, comes in the club sometimes. I could try to find out some information from him.”

A cold glare was her answer. “Stay away from Briggs, he’s Digger’s enforcer. Let me handle it, Vida.”

“Okay.” Vida started to slide out of the booth.

“Where’s Colton tonight?” King asked coldly, his eyes searching the room.

“Back at his place. He dropped me off and asked if Henry would give me a ride home.”

“Quite the gentleman, isn’t he?” he said sarcastically.

Vida shrugged. “I think I’m cramping his style; being in the way all the time.”

“If anything happens to you, his style is going to be a little more than cramped,” King threatened.

“Leave him alone, King, he’s being really nice letting me stay at his place. I don’t need him with me when Henry is here,” Vida tried to reason with King.

King nodded his head reluctantly. “I’ll tell Henry to walk you to your door.”

“Thanks, King, for everything.” She reached across the table and grabbed his hand, giving it a tight squeeze.

“Don’t thank me yet,” he replied grimly.

Vida simply smiled as she stood. It was time for her turn in the VIP room. The woman she was replacing would be angry if she was late. As she walked up the steps to the upper floor, she felt the men in the room watching. Several would also pay to go up to the room knowing she was on duty. Vida squashed down the butterflies in her stomach; this was worse than actually stripping on stage. For each minute the men paid for, she had to actually act like she wanted them, which made them want to purchase more dances.

The next hour passed swiftly as she served drinks and fulfilled two requests for lap dances. Vida’s eyes widened when she noticed Briggs enter the room. He was always trying to find out what he could from the girls about King. King didn’t mind, Briggs always spent a lot of money and King’s staff was loyal. Moving forward, she decided tonight was going to be different. She was going to attempt to turn the tables on him and try to find out something they could use against Digger.

King would be furious, yet if she was careful, maybe he wouldn’t find out. She would sneak the tip money from the lap dance to the other two women in the VIP room if they kept their mouths shut.

Sauntering within his eyesight, she brought him the drink he had requested from Angel. His eyes widened and his mouth parted when she bent low enough to allow him to see the pale globes of her breasts almost spill out of the red camisole.

“Can I get you anything else?” Vida murmured seductively, moving closer so that her perfume would surround him.

“Yeah, you can join me for a drink,” Briggs said, not taking his eyes off her breasts. Vida sat down close to him on the couch. Catching his eyes with hers, she paid him all the attention he wanted, giving only monosyllabic replies when he tried to question about herself and King.

Catching Angel’s eyes, she motioned for her to keep Briggs’s drinks coming.

When his sweaty palm covered her stocking covered thigh, Vida sighed to herself; the next hour was shaping up to be one of the most difficult of her life.