Possession (Club X #3)(23)
Author: K.M. Scott

A few of the dancers who’d been with me almost as long as Simone laughed and repeated her question.

“Simone, just for that, I’m going to make sure you get stuck in every freaky room,” I said with a smile.

Batting her eyelashes at me, she said in a syrupy voice, “Oh, Kane. You always say the nicest things.”

“Just have a good time tonight, ladies and gentlemen. Remember if you run into any problems, I’m never far away.”

The dancers filed out one by one until the only people left in the break room with me were Gemma and Abbi. Walking toward me, Gemma winked at me, whispering, “You did the right thing. Thank you, Kane.”

Abbi stopped in front of me and looked up with fear in her eyes. “I hope I don’t mess up and make you regret this.”

“Don’t worry about that. You’ll be great. I knew you would from the first time I saw you dance.”

Reaching out, she gently squeezed my forearm right above my wrist, sending a rush of heat over my skin. “Thank you. It’s nice to know you’re watching over us making sure we’re okay.”

“You’ll do fine, Abbi.”

She flashed me a sweet smile and headed out to where Samson had their first assignments as the knot in my stomach tightened its hold on me. Every jealous need to protect her screamed not to let her dance, but I couldn’t stop her now. As long as I watched and made sure she was okay, I could handle this.

Her first room was right down the hall from where I stood every night. Just a few yards away from me a middle aged man with a penchant for young, beautiful blondes sat on a chair he’d dragged close to the window separating him from where she’d dance. I saw in his face how eager he was tonight and instincts normally reserved for the dancers who worked inside the rooms kicked in to high gear. I wanted to grab him by the collar and throw him out of that room before he saw her. I’d met this member before and knew what he used the rooms for.

I watched as the wall lifted and Abbi appeared before him. A pale light washed over her, and the combination of that and her white dress made her look like a goddess. As I watched her, I wanted her. I knew he did too.

Soft music flooded the room, and she began to dance just like she did that first night I sat in a room just like that one and fell in love with how her body moved. Her eyes closed, she looked gentle and innocent and with each moment that passed I got lost in her all over again.

A sudden movement jarred me out of my fantasies, and I saw the man yank his cock out of his pants and begin stroking it. I’d seen this on my monitors thousands of times. Never once had it bothered me before. Now I could barely hold myself back from charging into his room and beating the fuck out of him to show him jerking off as Abbi danced wasn’t okay.

Her first assignment and already I was barely able to contain my jealousy. Fuck. This was a mistake.

But I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the monitor, even as the guy went to town on his dick. Abbi never noticed anything, entirely consumed by her desire to dance. She was pure and sweet, and the man watching her fed on that as he jerked off, no doubt fantasizing about fucking someone just like her.

For fifteen minutes he slid his hand up and down his small cock as he licked his lips at the sight of her so close to him, separated by just a pane of glass. I’d watched people fuck nearly every night for years, and never once had any of it seemed wrong or dirty. This was what my part of Club X was. Sex. Lust. Fantasy. But now as he masturbated to Abbi’s dancing, all I could think was how much I hated watching him do it.

He came with a rush and a long groan, covering the front of his pants and his hand in cum and sickening me, but as I moved my gaze to see if she’d noticed, I saw her eyes still closed and her dancing as if the simple movement of her body to the music made her happier than she’d ever been in her life.

The man’s time in his fantasy room ended, and he cleaned himself up before leaving without a glance more in Abbi’s direction, his fantasy fulfilled. I watched her finish her dance and saw her open her eyes just as he closed the door behind him. For a moment, she looked around the room but then she left, never knowing anything had happened other than she’d danced.

I caught Samson as he walked past me on his way toward the dancers’ break room. “The room you had Abbi in needs to be cleaned before the next person scheduled.”

Looking down at his schedule, he nodded. “Okay. I have a fantasy scheduled in there at the top of the hour, so I’ll get the crew in there. They’re down on the third floor cleaning up after a couple got a little wild with Simone.”

“Wild? She okay?”

“Yeah, nothing she can’t handle. You know her. She likes to get her freak on. They had a thing with flavored oils and some toys, I think. She’s fine. Just needs a shower. The place was a little greasy after them. Thank God they only had a short time. A few hours and we’d have to hose the place down, you know?”

Samson smiled at his joke, and I pretended not to suddenly hate what I did every night. “This is why they pay us the big bucks, right?”

“You know it, Kane. How’s your new dancer doing on her first night? That whole innocent Lolita thing is a huge favorite for a lot of our members. Great recruiting on that. She’s going to have them lining up around the block to get a room with her.”

Samson’s all-too-accurate description of exactly the vibe Abbi gave off made me hate my life even more. “Yeah, she’s doing fine. I’ll keep an eye on her for a while.”

“Good idea. She’s close to Gemma, though, so I bet she’s tough.”

As I tried to pretend I didn’t care about Abbi any more than I did for the other dancers, Samson got to work getting the room cleaned and handling some security issue down at the front door. Normally, I took care of the bouncers. Not tonight, though. Tonight I planned on staying put right where I was in front of my monitors.

I fought the urge to go back to the break room to see Abbi and waited for her to appear in Room 12 for her second assignment that night. Just before midnight, I saw a man and woman stumble into the room and collapse onto the couch. Obviously drunk, they had their hands all over each other, so they’d likely fuck right there as Abbi danced. At least it wouldn’t be some sad old guy jerking off to her.

The music began playing, a far more sexual piece than in her first room, and I watched as the screen lifted to show Abbi standing there with one of the male dancers. I hadn’t paid attention to the list Samson gave me at the beginning of the night because I’d been too preoccupied with Abbi. Quickly, I found it next to where I stood and scanned the schedule to see this assignment was exactly what I hadn’t wanted her doing on her first night.