Reservation: male and female dancers—basic package with erotic dancing
Who the fuck was I kidding? I didn’t want her doing that any night. At least these members only reserved the basic level so they wouldn’t want anything but dancing.
Behind Abbi, Rhett stood with his hands on her shoulders as she leaned back against him. Nearly six foot, he had short brown hair and brown eyes, but what members loved about him was his body. The man looked like he lived in the gym, and while I’d always appreciated how much in demand he was, especially for bachelorette parties, at that moment I hated him, his look, his fucking abs that made me money whenever he danced, and every inch of muscle that now pressed up against Abbi.
Eyes closed, she slid her hands up to circle his neck, and I watched as his hands slowly crept over her breasts down to her hips. He nuzzled her neck and looked out to flash a predatory smile at the couple in the room who’d stopped mauling one another to watch with rapt attention the scene in front of them.
Rhett knew how to sell sex without actually having it, but that didn’t make the scene in front of me any easier to watch. Turning Abbi around, he began to do something I’d seen him perform hundreds of times before. Sliding his hands under her dress, he slowly lifted it to the tops of her thighs and pulled her into his body.
For the first time, Abbi opened her eyes and looked up at him, clearly surprised at what he’d done. She searched his face for reassurance, no doubt frightened at her first time dancing with Rhett. Why the fuck had Samson put her in there with him on her first night?
Always the professional, Rhett gave her a smile and winked to let her know everything would be okay. Her blue eyes still showed how unsure she was, but I doubted the couple watching them noticed any of what I was seeing. All they likely saw was two dancers giving them exactly what they’d asked for as Rhett knelt before her and lifted her leg onto his shoulder to simulate him going down on her.
If Abbi’s first assignment had made me want to march into the room and beat the hell out of the guy, this one made me want to grab her and take her back to my rooms and never let her dance again. I didn’t know how I was going to make it through the night watching her like this.
Engrossed in the torment of seeing her dance with Rhett, I didn’t notice anyone standing in front of me until I saw out of the corner of my eye a hand tap on the counter. Looking up, I saw Cash standing there.
“Hey, what are you doing up here?”
“Nice to see you too. I work here. I used to know one of the other owners, a guy named Kane who used to come to our meetings.”
“What’s up, Cash?”
“I just figured I’d come up and see how things are with you these days. You don’t seem to come downstairs anymore.”
Glancing down at the monitor, I saw Abbi slowly lower herself to her knees in front of Rhett and looked away before the urge to yank her out of there took over.
“I’ve been pretty busy. You know how it is.”
My vague answers might have put Stefan off, but Cash was different. He was like me, so while he might want to respect my desire to keep whatever I was hiding private, his need to make sure I was okay took precedence.
“I do. I’ve been involved in the whole wedding thing, so I understand being busy. I’m just wondering if you’re okay up here.”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I asked as my gaze trailed back to the monitor with Abbi and Rhett.
“I don’t know. Because you’re acting strange?”
I folded my arms across my chest and sat back on the barstool behind me. “Nothing strange here. Just me and my people doing our thing like every other night the club is open.”
“I guess I’m just used to you coming to the meetings. It’s strange when Stefan shows up and you don’t.”
“What meeting are you talking about?”
“The one we had scheduled for this afternoon. I know it wasn’t a weekly meeting, but it would have been nice to have you there.”
Had I known about this meeting? When the hell was it? I drew a blank and shook my head. “Sorry, Cash. I didn’t remember. What did you have to tell us?”
He began to explain about the councilman wanting more perks at the club, but I couldn’t help looking at the room Abbi was dancing for. The couple had moved on from watching her and Rhett to fucking. Obviously, the dancing had done its job, which didn’t make me feel any better about it. The fact that Abbi and Rhett’s erotic dance had been convincing enough foreplay made me more jealous than I thought I possibly could be.
“Kane, did you hear a word I said?”
I looked up to see Cash staring at me with frustration written all over his face. I was used to seeing that look when he talked to Stefan, but not me. Quickly, I tried to guess what he’d said, but I merely stammered out a few words before admitting I hadn’t been listening.
“Sorry, Cash. I’m a little distracted tonight.”
“What’s going on? Who are you watching?”
“Nobody. Just want to make sure everything’s okay in the rooms.”
“Are you expecting a problem?”
“No. Just like to keep on top of things.”
Whatever I thought I looked like, Cash saw right through my act. “What’s going on with you, Kane? Is there something I should know?”
Below on the monitors I saw Rhett’s lips slide down Abbi’s neck and I couldn’t help but stare. Cash came around the desk and followed my gaze to see what I was looking at. Quietly, he asked, “Is that the girl you didn’t think could dance?”
I nodded as I continued to watch her lean back in pretend ecstasy as Rhett slid his hand over her breast. “Yeah. That’s her.”
Cash stood there watching for a few more moments. “Wasn’t she bartending for Stefan?”
“Yeah.”
“So other than the fact that you’ve never been that wrong about a dancer, what’s going on here?”
I tore my eyes away from her and shrugged. “Nothing.”
“Kane, this is Cash you’re talking to. Remember? We’re brothers and partners here, and I like to think we’re friends.”
Letting out a sigh, I hung my head so I didn’t have to face him when I said the words. “I’m doing my best here not to fuck everything up, Cash.”
“Fuck everything up? What are you talking about?”
“She was dancing over at The Carousel Club and I brought her back here to dance for us. I can’t explain why I gave a damn about her, but I did. From the first time I laid eyes on her. I never do this with any of my dancers. You know that. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t let her dance at that shithole.”