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Becky
It’s a fairly quiet night, but the few guys gathered around the stage and bar all have their eyes locked on to me. In shadowy corners and spacious booths, I see guys getting private dances. Even though they have their own pieces of ass to grab on to, I still see their eyes slipping towards me.
I pout my shiny red lips, spreading my feet wide apart in the killer high heels as I turn my back to the crowd. In one smooth movement I bend right down, grabbing my ankles and peeking through my legs. I hear one of the guys in the front row gasp as if he just took a knife in the gut.
I grin and pucker my lips at him, letting my gaze slide across the front row as I blink slyly. Then I slowly run my hands up my leg until I’m standing straight again, give my hair a flip and spin to poke out my hip.
At times, the power feels good. The guys looking at me now are utterly stunned by my beauty and the show I’m giving them. This is probably their only chance to see a beautiful woman in such a state. I can’t help but be disappointed in them somehow, though. They are too easy to lure, as if they are dying to be led.
I know I could make them do anything. There’s no challenge in it whatsoever. I feel kind of sorry for them, in a way.
They aren’t like Peter and Darian… No way. Those guys are hot for me, obviously. They admire my body, and they want to take pleasure from it just like these sad male specimens in the front row, but there’s nothing sad about those two.
I run my hands along my belly, sweeping my fingers up over my roasts. I close my eyes briefly against the lights of the stage as I fling my head back and let thoughts of the two men come raging through my mind.
They are both so strong and powerful that my body trembles now just thinking about it. They took me, possessed me, owned me. They worshipped me like a goddess and used me like a slut at the same time.
I lose concentration and stagger slightly in my dance, my hands shaking as I run them over my belly. My pussy is starting to pound and my clit feels hot. I’m worried that I’m not going to finish my dance on the right vibe when I look down and see my captive audience practically drooling.
The thoughts in my mind have definitely come out in my dance and instead of feeling shy or invaded, I feel empowered. I let thoughts of Peter and Darian flood my mind as I touch myself, leaning my hips into my hands, digging my fingertips into my flesh, and teasing at my pussy over the tiny scrap of fabric that barely covers me.
One of the guys gets up and hurls a stack of notes at my feet. I give him a grin and a wink and bend down to pick them up, giving him a great view of my breasts while I do it. I neatly tuck the notes into the hip of my panties without pausing to see how much it is. I give my admirer a special glance and a wink, running my tongue across my lip until he cries out and sits down, quickly covering his cock.
After another few minutes, my song ends. I wave to the crowd, ignoring their cries for an encore. I give the next girl a nod as I hop down from the stage, heading out the back. I should really work the floor right now, but I’m pretty sure that Max isn’t around, and this is the perfect time to do a bit of snooping.
I stride out the back, making every move confident and bold. No one will question me going into Max’s office if I look like I’m supposed to be there—that’s the whole point of this gig. I even give the security guard a wave as I head in there. The guy looks at my breasts, grins, and nods at me. I give my body a little shake, grinning myself as his eyes pop open even further.
Men are so easy, I think to myself, only to return immediately to thoughts of Peter and Darian. They aren’t easy… No way. Those two are tigers. Wild animals. They are not creatures you can tame.
I hurry over to Max’s desk, shuffling through files that are stacked on top. I find all kinds of invoices and shipping lists, nothing like what I’m looking for. Finally, I spy a thick briefcase on the floor by the desk and pull a folder out of it.
As my eyes sweep over the words, I gasp aloud, almost dropping the file. It’s official documents from both Max’s lawyers and bank lenders, detailing his moves on both Peter and Darian’s companies.
I never suspected anything like this. Max has been targeting them both for some time, buying up shares inside the businesses under ghost names, slowly taking over more power a bit at a time. He obviously has a plan and I want to get him even more, but at this stage I really don’t have enough evidence.
With a cold, sinking feeling, I realize that this is more than a professional interest in taking down a bad guy. I feel protective of Darian and Peter. I want to protect them from anything Max could do to undermine them or steal from their businesses.
Grudgingly, I admit to myself that I feel more for these two guys than lust. I didn’t want my mission to get complicated so I’ve been deliberately avoiding my own feelings, but now that I see they could both be in danger from Max, it makes my feelings shatteringly clear.
I can’t let them get hurt in any way. I have to get more on Max so I can get him and put a stop to all of this. I knew Max was laundering money through shady deals but in his quiet takeover of stocks and shares it looks like something much bigger is his real game plan. He’s also hidden it well that he’s going after both of them at once.
I flip through the files, speed reading to get through them as quickly as possible. As my finger slides down the page my eyes widen, and my breath gets short.
This is bad. It’s really bad.
I can’t believe what I’m seeing. It’s impossible. My heart twists in my chest as if it’s trying to shrug off the reality of the words in front of me, but there’s no denying it. The evidence is right here in black and white.
I hear a noise by the door and trot away from the desk quickly, making it look like I was just grabbing a few costumes from the rack in the corner. The security guard sticks his head in, grins at me as he checks me out, then goes back to his post.
I hurry down the hall towards backstage, pretending I’m just moving some props, but I run straight for my phone. I call both of the guys, getting only voice mail for both. I curse softly, leaving them messages to meet me at my place as soon as they can.
