Page 11 of For Your Eyes Only
It appears I’ve been disengaged for too long. I’m the boss in south Florida, and I’m not having bullshit like this. I intend to know everything before I leave here.
A waitress appears with bottle service just as the lights go down and a spotlight hits the mirrored stage. I take the glass of Cristal she poured, scanning the room for where my stalker went. I have no interest in watching an oiled woman with fake breasts grind on a pole in nothing but a G-string.
The music however isn’t the usual club track. Instead of Megan Thee Stallion or Lizzo, a classic tune by Nancy Sinatra thrums through the darkened room, and all the men visibly come to attention.
I confess I’ve always liked this song, and my eyes are drawn to the stage where a petite woman with sexy, natural-looking curves marches onto the stage. Her dark hair is slicked back into a single, impossibly long braid, and she’s brassy and bold.
She’s dressed in a supple leather costume made up of a series of belts that run around her neck, waist, arms, and lower back. One strap rises between her legs, barely covering her hairless pussy. Another covers her full, round breasts, which appear refreshingly real—and amply gropable.
The best part of her costume is the fringed, assless chaps that end in stiletto boots. For what it’s worth, her ass is golden and supple, peeking from the top of those fucking chaps, andshit…She knows how to move it. She rolls her torso like a trained dancer, the muscles in her narrow waist peeking out as every part of her silky body flexes and ripples in a way that would lead to a beheading in biblical times.
Who is this woman?I can’t make out her face because the cowboy hat is pulled low on her forehead, and a black, Lone Ranger-style mask is over her eyes.
Instead of a pole, she uses two strips of fabric extending from the ceiling to climb and lift in the most fascinating ways.
She arches her back as she slowly turns, and the straps of leather covering her breasts loosen so that I almost catch a glimpse of her dark areolas, her hardened nipples. Her legs open in a V, and the strap sliding up her ass and pussy is so thin, I shift in my seat.Fuck me.
The men on the floor throw money at her feet, howling like ravenous wolves, and I’ve got a hard-on.
She’s unbelievably sexy, and it only gets worse when the song cuts to the final, fast-paced measures, where the boots “start walking.”
At this point, she rolls out of the fabric and her shoulders shimmy as she pulls strips of leather away from her costume, one at a time. When she pulls the last strip covering her breasts, she turns her back to us.
Her back is smooth and toned, and the bounce of her incredible tits is visible on each side of her body. She stretches her arms in aVas she lifts two giant, silver guns and pulls the triggers, showering the stage and everyone on the floor with glitter.
Perfect. The word appears in my mind.
The lights cut off, and we’re plunged into black. We’ve seen absolutely nothing, and we all want to fuck her.
I do my best to calm my expression before the house lights come up. I’m hot around the collar, and I slide my palm over my erection, trying to relax. I’ve never considered myself a horndog, but that wasunexpected.
When the interior lights rise, Franco’s lips are curled in a knowing grin. “She’s good, yes?”
“Very interesting.” Clearing my throat, I take another sip of champagne. “What’s her name?”
Franco’s eyebrow arches, and he holds up both hands. “Glitter Girl does not want her identity made public.”
His response irritates me more than it should—probably thanks to the boner in my pants. “I’m her boss. I sign her paycheck.”
“We pay the girls in cash as you well know.”
Ah yes, for money laundering purposes. “Right.”
“You also made the rules. No forcing the girls to do anything they don’t want to do. GG doesn’t want anyone to know who she is. It’s a condition of her dancing.”
“I see.” For a moment, I’m quietly furious.
Who dances that well and doesn’t want to be famous? Who uses my own rules against me?This woman is playing with fire.
Then I realize if I’m the one who makes the rules, I can also be the one to explore why they might be broken, and who gets to decide.
I’m not in a hurry. Clearly, I need to take more time with my interests here. I’ll know who she is, and Iwillhave a taste of this forbidden fruit.
CHAPTER4
GIA
“Did you hear how crazy they went for you tonight?” Shula’s voice is thinly veiled awe as I sit in front of the long mirror removing my makeup with trembling hands. “I can only dream of having men want me that much. You must’ve made a thousand dollars in tips.”