Page 14 of Wicked Nightmare

Chapter Five: Cam

Lakes was hot as hell, grinding against that pole. It's funny. She thought she was the only one keeping tabs on threats, but she didn't realize that anyone who could become a problem for her was already on my radar.

Take this sweaty little fuck sitting right upstage. His small eyes were fucking her as she slowly stripped off the small cloth covering her nipple tassels. That was the point, right? To eye fuck the candy. Except even from here, I could see him rubbing his micro-dick through his pants before he slipped his hand inside them.

No can do.

Lakey was mine to get off to, and this asshole was going to learn a very valuable lesson.

I'd been coming to this club since she started dancing here three years ago. She’d quit SINNERS and found this little joint by accident. It was nicer than SINNERS and had less drama. I’d found my spot the first night and claimed it every night since. Same seat every time. Back corner, facing the stage, one wall behind me and a clear sightline to both exits. Old habits. The bouncers knew me by name. The bartender poured my drink the second I walked in. The regulars knew not to sit in my chair.

The ones who didn't know learned fast.

I wasn't here every night. Just the nights she worked. I'd sit there, nurse a whiskey, and watch her own a room full of men who'd never be allowed to touch her. It was the closest thing to peace I ever felt. Her up there, me down here, and the unspoken knowledge between us that when the music stopped and the lights came up, she was coming home with me. Always with me.

Walking toward him, I leaned down and whispered in his ear. He craned his neck to look up at me and instantly, his face lost all trace of color. I couldn't blame him. My name preceded me. What he didn't know was that I was singularly responsible for most of the men who went missing around this particular club.

"I'd really rethink that if I were you." I smirked. He didn't even utter a word as his hand slowly slid out of his pants.

"Sorry, Mr. Axley. It won't happen again."

"Good choice," I said, patting him on the shoulder before sauntering back to my seat. "And maybe consider leaving her a large tip. And I don't mean that in the ha ha take the tip kind of way. A real, monetary tip."

"Y-yes, sir." His hand shook as he fished out his wallet and threw hundreds at her.

Lakey caught my eye and winked, as if she knew what just happened. She moved her hips like they were boneless, spreading her legs as she bounced on the ground. She was so fluid. So perfect. For a moment, I was enraptured by her. It happened often enough, but tonight, she was truly spectacular, leaving her whole soul out there on the stage. That's the mystery that was Lakey Aldrich, my beautiful angel wrapped in a psychotic package.

This was the only part of her I had to share with anyone, and I fucking hated it. It was only because she needed it that she danced. Not for the money, though that helped. The control. Up on that stage, every man in the room wanted her and not a single one of them could have her. She got to be desired and untouchable at the same time, and for a girl who'd spent her childhood being touched by people who had no right to, that was the point. She was reclaiming something up there. I wasn't stupid enough to take that from her.

Didn't mean I had to enjoy watching other men drool while she did it.

The music stopped, signaling the end of her act. As the crowd cheered and threw money at her feet, she picked the bills up and then sauntered off stage and joined me at the table. "So..." She leaned in to kiss me before sitting down next to me. "You come here to intimidate my clientele, babe?"

"You know I'm always around." I pulled her onto my lap. "No one touches what's mine."

"He wasn't touching me."

I nipped her ear, sliding my hand down her body before fiddling with her skimpy underwear. "Nah, but he was touching himself to you and that's something I don't want to see. He can go to the bathroom. It's fucking gross."

She groaned, squirming on my lap as I slipped into her underwear. "Stop squirming, Lakes, or I won't let you come."

She gasped, her eyes going wide. "You wouldn't dare."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Wanna bet?"

Shaking her head, she immediately settled. Her chest rising and falling as I continued my slow torture, circling my fingers around her pussy before plunging inside her.

"Oh god, Cam," she moaned, her nails digging into my forearms. "M-maybe we sh-shouldn't do this here."

"Says the girl who just danced naked in front of a hundred men." I smirked, but I relented, withdrawing my hand and fixing my pants. "Let's get you home. You look like you need to... unwind." I winked at her.

She sighed in regret. "Ugh, maybe just finish what you started at least."

I crossed my arms over her body, kissing her neck. "Yeah? You wanna show these old pervs what you look like when I make you cum?" I lifted her and stood. "I don't think so."

"God, Cam! You're so confusing. You're the one that started it!"

"Don't you dare throw a tantrum here, Lakey. Get your ass backstage and put clothes on. I'll finish what I started at home."