Nikki drapes both of her arms over his shoulders, resting her elbows on his light blue, silk shirt, and swings one leg over his lap to straddle him. Simon's hands come up and grab her by the hips, an absolute no-no with club patrons as we have a strict, no-touch policy-outside of the prostitution, that is. That clearly doesn't apply to the owner, though.
Her hips pump inward and out again, hovering just over his straining hard-on, never making contact but coming whisper close. She stares down at him, pursing her lips and eye-fucking him … making every fantasy of his come true. I watch, appalled, as Simon's fingers dig into her flesh and his arms stiffen in an attempt to push her down on his cock … to make her grind against him.
I watch, equally fascinated, as the muscles in her legs bunch and quiver, pushing against his strength and absolutely refusing to let her crotch touch his. Before he can demand her obedience though, she shoots him a coy look, shakes her head in sexy reprimand, and swings her leg up and over his lap until she's standing in front of him.
The music starts to wind down and she finishes her dance with a few more spins and twist of her hips, finally walking back up onto the stage as the last note of music flutters away.
Nikki immediately looks to me, holding her hand out, and I don't hesitate a moment. I pick up her G-string, tossing it back up at her, and she efficiently puts it back on.
She bends over to pick up her bustier but before she can straighten her body, Simon stands from his chair and says, "You're hired. We can discuss the details of your employment in my office."
Oh, fuck no, that is not going to happen, because he's going to try to fuck her, no doubt about it. And I don't know much about Andrea, but what I just saw on that stage, she intends to get this job … and I'm not so sure she won't lay down her body to ensure she gets her foot in the door.
Standing quickly from the table, I remind Simon, "Don't forget you have that meeting with Darren in five minutes."
Thank fuck, he has that meeting with Darren.
"Lance can handle that," Simon says, his eyes raking over Andrea's body while she puts on her bustier with practice movements. My pulse skyrockets and my mind starts going into overdrive figuring out how I can swoop in and save her.
"Actually, I can't," Lance says. "I have to go meet with our supplier over at the bakery."
Relief courses through me. "Supplier at bakery" translates into the pipeline of chemicals that is trucked in to Simon's meth operation, something that he has never asked me to handle before.
"Fuck," Simon says and glances at his watch. He shoots a last, longing look at Andrea and turns away. "Fine. Raze … get the new girls set up."
"What about the last girl's audition?" I ask as I reach down to shift my still-hard cock before standing from my chair.
"Hire her if you want," he says as he looks at me with a smirk. Leaning in closer, he whispers, "But these last two girls are perfect for our 'export' business."
Satisfaction and relief courses through me that Andrea landed the job, not as a dancer, but as a potential sex slave, and we have crossed a major hurdle. On top of that, I've averted the opportunity for Simon to get his hands on Andrea. He may come after her again, and I'll worry about that later, but right now … our foot is in the door and we are one more step closer to taking Simon Keyes down.
Turning to look back over my shoulder, I see Andrea standing there with a hopeful look in her eyes as she puts the bustier back on. "Okay, Nikki. Go get dressed, then I'll get you and Amy to sign the final employment paperwork, and we'll get you both on the schedule."
"Thank you," she says to me and then turns to scurry to the back of the stage and through the black curtain that houses the dressing area. I watch until she disappears, my gut rolling over the thought of what she was going to have to do with her body, night after night. I respect the shit out of what she just did to get her foot in the door, but an unpleasant feeling of anger and fear, along with a twist of something vaguely close to jealousy, permeates me through and through.
Chapter 6
Andrea
I unlock the deadbolt and then the door lock of my apartment, needing to give an extra hard twist on the rusty knob before pushing my door open. It's almost 2:30 AM and I'm exhausted. Closing the door behind me, I re-lock it and slide the safety chain in place. I drop my purse on the floor and kick off my hooker heels. They can stay there until morning for all I care, I'm so tired.
Three days of dancing, and when not dancing, serving cocktails to drunk patrons. While I have to strip entirely naked when on stage, I'm left with a small measure of dignity by being allowed to keep my bottoms on while playing waitress. Still doesn't stop horny men from pawing at me after I set their liquor down in front of them, but at least I don't have to worry about their eyes dropping to crotch level all the time. It's barely manageable with having to suffer their lewd gazes at my breasts.