AllFreeNovel
Share Us
My shoulders sagged as soon as the door shut, and I dropped Dimitri on a leather chair. Wanting to keep up appearances, I went to the sound system and picked a song. A slow sensual beat pulsed through the room, and I joined him on the chair, sitting carefully on his lap.
“Sasha?” He smiled dreamily up at me. “You’re really here.”
“Which room is Cy in?” I whispered in his ear, and he shivered.
“He’s always in the last one on the left.”
“Did he go in there alone?”
Dimitri nodded, his eyes sliding shut. “He went back just before you got here. He’s waiting for his present. The boys paid for an extra special night,” he slurred.
“Are there cameras in the rooms?”
“Yeah, but Cy always has his off. Privacy, or whatever.”
“I’ll be right back.” I kissed his cheek, and he sighed as his head lolled to the side.
Climbing off his lap, I gave myself a pep talk. “You can do this. You have to do this.” I straightened my spine and confidently walked to the door. I was banking on the whole “look like you belong” thing carrying me through. With one last check that I still had my phone and gun, I opened the door and stepped out into the hall, letting the door close behind me.
I turned toward Cy’s room, not bothering to check the other way for fear of looking sketchy. Much to my surprise and relief, no one shouted or told me to stop, and I reached the last door on the left. I took a deep breath and sashayed in like I was meant to be there.
“Are you my present?” Cy mumbled from an extra wide chair in the back. The lines of coke and the half-full bottle of champagne on the table gave me an idea of how fucked up he was.
“Yep. I'm Trixie,” I said, lowering my voice. Music was already playing, so I swayed my hips as I dropped my purse near the stage.
“Did my brother pick you? He knows I like ‘em big.”
“Mhm. Dimitri and I go way back.”
He grinned. “Nice. Why don’t you come over here and wish me a happy birthday?”
“Patience.” I giggled as I stepped up onto the small platform with a pole.
“Not one of my virtues.”
“I’ll make it worth the wait.” It had been a minute since I’d danced on a pole, but after a few passes, I was moving smoothly. Twisting around, I slid down into a split and bounced to the rhythm.
“Fuck,” Cy grunted, his hand gripping the front of his slacks. “Get over here.”
“Not yet.” The song changed, and I told myself I had until the end of it to get my ass over there and end this nightmare.
Cy groaned, and the unmistakable sounds of a belt buckle loosening met my ears through the heavy bass. “The longer you make me wait, the more I’m going to make it hurt, baby.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” I simpered at him over my shoulder, my skin crawling at the feel of his eyes on me.
“Take your top off. I want to see your tits.”
And I want to see you dead.
I averted my gaze from where I was pretty sure Cy’s dick was out, standing at attention, and focused on the wall behind him. Years of teasing and stripping with the Shimmy Sisters allowed me to move on autopilot. I loosened my corset until I was left in black elbow-length gloves, bedazzled bunny pasties, and cute panties complete with cotton tail. The room was warm, but a chill ran through me every time Cy spoke.
He’ll be dead soon. Just one more song.
I pulled out every trick in my book, then the song changed, and it was time to finish this horrific night. Stepping off the stage, I kicked my purse closer to the chair, Rosa’s gun springing free and stopping a few inches from Cy’s Italian loafer. “Whoops.” I smiled, using my arms to press my tits together to keep his eyes up and on me.
My heart raced the closer got to him, the gun sitting in my periphery, taunting me to speed things up before I was caught. Swallowing back the bile that threatened to spill out as he stroked himself, I stopped a few feet away. “Hands to yourself, and I’ll give you a big surprise.”
Cy glared up at me, and my breathing stuttered. I worried he noticed the slight tremble of my body, but instead of calling me out, he smiled and laced his fingers behind his head. “Show me what you’ve got.”
