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What a waste of a perfectly good, if also perfectly practiced, lap dance.
Minutes pass, but the look on Slayer’s face doesn’t look giddy anymore. He looks… disinterested. She tries to make eye contact, tries to touch his arms and get him to focus on her, but he might as well be gay for all the attention he’s paying her.
Finally, he grabs one of her wrists, which has her frozen and glancing at me for help.
“That’s enough,” Slayer says, letting go of her when she stops dancing.
“Thanks, Jasmine.” I hand more bills to her, totaling to about $500. “You know how it is. Sometimes you just can’t get it up when you’re so stressed.”
Slayer glares daggers at me. “I can get it up just fine,” he mutters. “She’s just not my type.”
Jasmine looks torn between being offended and being glad the whole thing is done. “Um, if you don’t need me anymore…”
“Yeah, go find somebody else to make money off of.” I shoo her away, and she takes her bikini top with her.
What a shame.
“You want to try somebody else?” I ask, checking my wallet. “I have enough cash to pay one more girl, but if you get too picky, you’ll have to start footing the bill.”
“Nah, I’ll pass,” he says, surprising me. “The girls here are… boring. It’s all the same every time. It’s like they all watched the same videos and trained the exact same way.”
They probably have. I wonder if I should talk to the manager here and have him do a better job of keeping things interesting, but I’m not the actual target customer here. Neither is Slayer. It’s all the corporate drones who like familiarity and doing the same thing over and over, or they wouldn’t be doing their office jobs, living the exact same day every day of their lives.
“What do you want, then?” I scan the floor, trying to find somebody who catchesmyeye. Unfortunately, although all the girls are beautiful, they’re also very similar in shape. I’m looking for somebody a little bit… flatter. Damien wasn’t wrong that I prefer flatter chests on women.
“I’m just not in the mood for the experienced type tonight,” he says, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s thinking about someone like Stef… or about Vanessa. “Anyway, I needed to talk to you.”
“Oh, right. Well, talk. It’s private enough here.” The VIP table we have to ourselves is well-isolated, and the club’s music is loud enough to stop our voices from carrying.
I’d much rather be thinking about Vanessa though.
“You told me to be sensational when I dealt with Robert,” Slayer says, and that thought looks like it cheers him up some. “So I took my time with him while his colleague watched and wet himself like a baby. I don’t think you’ll have any more problems with that camp.”
That’s very, very good news. I grin at him. “How much time did it take? Give me a good picture here.”
“This is why I like you,” Slayer remarks, grinning back at me. “You always want to hear the good stories. I’m not a storyteller like you, but let me see if I can paint a picture for you…”
He starts describing the scene, where he’d snatched two men off the street to take to a private warehouse. One of them, Robert, has been trying to talk shit about me, and he’s built up a small contingent of people who think I don’t deserve my father’s empire.
There should be less of them after news of my deal with Lauro, and Robert’s slaughter, starts to spread.
“Probably took a good five hours. I had some big hooks I wanted to try, but I had to be careful not to hit anything vital. Can you believe people actually like to be suspended by those things for pleasure? Robert sure as fuck didn’t like it at all. Kept bitching about how he was being ripped apart.” Slayer flashes me another sly grin. “And maybe I’m not the best at that sort of bondage, because he did sort of tear a little and fall to the ground at one point.”
I make an exaggerated wince. “Ooh, sounds painful. I’d hate to be that guy.” Then I lean forward. “Tell me he bled a lot.”
“All over the place,” he says gleefully. “Couldn’t tell where one wound ended and the next started by the end of it. Kept cauterizing the gushers and continuing, because I didn’t want playtime to be overtoofast. He kept begging me to let him live, like he really thought he could survive that sort of damage or something?” He shakes his head in mock disbelief. “Anyway, his pal started out screaming that we’ll never get away with this, but by the time Robert dropped to the floor, he was begging me to give him terms if I’d just let him go in one piece. Guess he thought I was going to do him up next.”
“Damn, listening to your stories never gets old,” I say, already coming up with ways to use this to my advantage. Damien will have some ideas too, but I think by the time this is all over, I’ll be in a stronger position than my old man. “Sounds like we should be celebrating, actually. You want to head over to Ntimacy, keep Vanessa company? Fuck, she was so hot, all red-faced and crying.”
Slayer lets out a low moan, nodding quickly. “Hell yeah. Who knows, maybe we can getherto give me a lap dance. Though I doubt she’d even know how.” Which is likely one of the reasons he wants it so much.
“Yeah, she’s awful at it. Which means we should definitely have her dance for us. Let’s go.” I down the rest of my drink and get up, and Slayer snatches the box off the table. I grin at him. On our way to fuck the hottest girl at Ntimacy, and he doesn’t even forget about his model train parts.
It’s adorable, but I’d never tell him that.
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VANESSA
