All Things Pretty (Pretty #3)(21)
Author: M. Leighton

The inside of the club is done up in black as far as the eye can see. The walls, the ceiling, the marble floor, the granite bar–everything, jet black. Even the stage, the focal point of the room, is black, and just as shiny as the shiny black pole in the center of it. There’s a dancer on it right now. She has red hair that reaches her ass and tits that look too big for her body. I’d much prefer the natural handful of Tommi’s to this woman’s. She’s pretty hot, just not what’s on my mind at the moment.

I watch her wrap one leg around the pole and grind against it as she rubs her nipples. I don’t know how, but she’s doing a great job of making stripping look classy. That’s probably a talent in and of itself. I doubt any of the girls one might find in here are common or trashy, though. Just expensive.

The stage is surrounded by deep-seated velvet chairs in black, each with a small, round table to the side, and there are several doors on two of the walls, as well as a balcony area up top. The glass is smoked, but not so much that I can’t see a pole coming from the ceiling up there, too. A private viewing room, I guess.

That’s when I see Tommi preceding Tonin through a door that opens onto steps that go up. I guess I know where she and Lance are going now.

I’m feeling pissy again when Barber lightly slaps my arm to get my attention. He motions toward the bar that wraps around the left side of the room. I nod and follow, sitting with him and two guys I’ve only seen once before, but haven’t been introduced to. Must be Tonin’s most trusted men. Like Barber, just lower.

I slide onto a stool and turn to watch the cocktail waitresses shake their ass across the room as they dart between tables. They’re wearing short, black, satin skirts and sequined tops that look like low-cut, sleeveless tuxedos. All of them are good-looking. Built like brick shithouses. Smell like expensive perfume instead of stale cigarette smoke. Nothing less than grade A pussy in this place, I’m sure.

Nothing but the best for Tonin.

Even I can hear the bitterness in the tone of my inner voice. That’s why, when Barber signals me for a drink, I order a shot of whiskey with my Coke.

My eyes continually stray to the balcony. It’s eating me up wondering what the hell is going on up there. I almost come out of my seat when I see a nice, naked ass get pressed up against the tinted glass in the balcony. It’s attached to a blonde head. I think my heart stops for a second when I see Tonin flatten his hands on either side of her head and kiss her. I can’t watch this shit! I just can’t do it.

But then I realize it’s not Tommi. Thank God! She’s not tall enough to be Tommi and her legs aren’t long enough. That only makes me feel a little better, though. I still don’t know what he’s putting her through up there. I just know that I feel like she needs me, like she needs saving. And not just tonight. Every night.

Four shots later, nothing seems to be able to take the edge off. I have to know what’s going on up there.

I tell Barber I’m going to the bathroom. After seeing several people going in one direction, I finally saw the muted male and female symbols above a short hallway right beside the stairs that lead up to the balcony. The stairs I need to sneak onto. I head that way, squelching the voice in the back of my mind that warns me that this is a bad idea. Yes, I’m supposed to get close to her, but it probably shouldn’t be eating me up like this because I can’t. The rational side of me says that I’m dangerously close to mixing business with pleasure. Every other side of me tells that side to go to hell.

I glance behind me to see if Barber’s watching. He’s not. He and the other two are eyeing a waitress that has stopped to talk to them. She’s all but sitting in Barber’s lap, which he doesn’t seem to be minding much. I turn back toward my objective.

After another quick glance behind me, rather than continuing on to the bathrooms, I open the door that leads upstairs and then jerk it shut behind me. In the darkness of the stairwell, as I look up to whatever might be waiting for me at the top, I realize I’m almost to the point of no return. I also realize that I don’t care. If I get caught, I’ll think of something, some excuse. I’m quick on my feet. You have to be to go under. I was born with the skill to do this and I’m not afraid to use it.

I still hear the music from the club; it’s just a little more muted. But now, I also hear laughing and moaning. It’s coming from upstairs. And it sets my teeth on edge.

I mount the steps, pausing at the top to look left and right. The stairs don’t dump directly into the balcony. There’s a small anteroom before it, and I can see another open doorway. It leads into a private bathroom. I can see the vanity mirror and sink.

The next song that comes on is sexy as hell, Don’t Tell ‘Em. Under different circumstances, I’d love to have this playing when I’m with Tommi. But not tonight. Not like this.

I ease around the rail that tops the steps and press against the wall to get a sidelong glance into the balcony room. My jaw drops open and hangs there, stunned wide.

There’s a stage up here as well. A smaller version of the one downstairs. And Tommi is on it. Her ass is pressed to the pole, back arched, eyes closed. Her fingers are threaded into the hair of a brunette. Looks like she’s licking one of Tommi’s nipples. Tonin is on a couch to the left of the stage, watching the show as the blonde who I must’ve seen from downstairs sucks his cock. His palm is on the back of her head, pumping it up and down, as he eyes Tommi and the other girl on the stage.

So this is what he likes. This is what he has her do for him. While I hate the thought of him seeing her, of him possibly making her do stuff like this against her will, I almost hope this is what gets him off, that he never lays a hand on her otherwise. Just watches other women do it. Maybe this is what she does to get what she needs from him, whatever that is. Because I know there’s something. Right now, Tonin is saving her from…something. But who’s going to save her from him? Or from herself?

I can’t stop my eyes from drifting back to the stage. The brunette is making her way down Tommi’s stomach, her hands plastered to the round ass that I so often admire. Tommi’s eyes are still closed, her body swaying slightly to the sensual tune, but not necessarily like she’s enjoying what’s happening. She looks to me like she’s checked out, like she’s somewhere else. Thinking of something else. I wonder again if this is what Tonin makes her do. Maybe it’s what she has to do to keep him from putting his dick in her. Hell, if that’s the case, I don’t blame her. I’d let a hot chick lick on me all day long if it saved me from Tonin. Of course, I’d let a hot chick lick on me all day anyway, but that’s not the point.