I watched him carefully for his reaction, but I really didn’t need it to confirm what I already knew. That Simon Keyes was very much aware that this was going on in his club. The man never missed a thing and because he got a portion of the girl’s tips each night, he knew exactly where they were making that type of dough.
“Oh, really?” he said neutrally. “That’s not good.”
“It’s not good the way it’s going down,” I told him, watching him cock a curious eyebrow at me. I pressed on. “There’s no reason why you shouldn’t be getting a cut of that business. Those girls are working on your clock. Any money they make… well, that’s only because you give them the opportunity to dance here.”
I paused and waited for his reaction. I saw it… just the tiniest of uplift to the corners of his mouth and deep interest in his eyes.
Still… he was cautious with me, because I was not in the circle of trust yet. “But prostitution is illegal. I don’t need that kind of heat.”
I snorted hard… for dramatic effect, and leaned forward in my chair. “Don’t matter if you don’t get caught,” I told him smugly. “I just hope you’re getting a fair cut off that action for yourself.”
Simon’s eyes narrowed for an instant, and then he opened the door for me, giving me my first glimpse inside his circle. There were only two people there that I knew of so far. Simon Keyes and his right-hand man, Lance Portman.
“I already know the girls are fucking for money, and I get a cut,” he said, while flicking off imaginary lint from the corner of his suit coat. His gaze was intent, gauging me for weakness.
I expected no different, and my answer was ready. I wanted to show him I was ready to be in the circle.
“Not really surprised,” I said with praise, stroking his already over-inflated ego. “You’re a savvy businessman after all. But I can make you more money.”
He looked at me thoughtfully and leaned forward on his desk. “How’s that?”
“I’ve got some experience in this. Right now, you’ve got a handful of regular customers that partake. I’m betting I could vet out additional potential customers, set a price menu… charge big because these fuckers will pay for it, and then you split the net with the girls fifty-fifty. Plus, I can smell an undercover cop a mile away.”
This was true since I was a cop myself, but that was something Simon would never know. I needed to get word to my handler that the local police needed to lay off Simon for a while… let this little prostitution scheme play out so I could use it as a platform to get Simon to trust me further.
“And what do you want out of this? For your troubles?” he asked with a hard glint in his eye.
I leaned forward and looked at him confidently. “Ten percent off the top. I’ll increase the business, keep the girls safe, and make sure you never get busted by the cops.”
Simon’s eyes gleamed with greed, and I knew it was a done deal.
Although the thought of being a john caused my stomach to roll, at least I was now inside the circle of trust.
Of course, my ten-percent take goes straight into evidence, to add onto the other charges I hope to layer on top of this guy until he’s buried.
I reach the top of the stairs, turn right, and make my way down a narrow hallway that houses three of the VIP rooms. Each one is furnished with couches, plush chairs, and a private stripper pole. Each room also has a large, tinted glass wall that overlooks the interior of the club, so the VIP patrons can watch the private show or watch what’s going on down on the stage.
I open the door to VIP Two and find Misty sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, filing her nails in bored fashion. She’s wearing a red corset trimmed in black lace, a thong, and black platform heels. Her blonde hair is up in her trademark long ponytail. She once confided in me that she wears it that way so her hair doesn’t get in the way when she’s sucking a guy off.
Classy, that one is.
Two of our repeat customers who take advantage of the VIP rooms a few times a week stand over in the corner. The one, who I know goes by Scott, marches up to me angrily.
“We’ve paid the bitch, and now she won’t put out,” he says, spittle flying everywhere.
I calmly wipe a spot from under my eye and look over at Misty. “That true?”
She looks up at me, her dark eyes wide and innocent. “He wants double penetration, and I don’t take it up the ass for a measly five hundred. If that’s all they can pay, one can have my pussy and the other my mouth.”
I fight hard not to grimace with distaste but turn back to the men. “It’s a thousand for what you guys want. If five hundred is all you have, then you get some mouth/pussy action but that’s it.”