Desolate Souls (Forgotten Souls MC, #1) (9 page)

“New girl?” I ask in confusion.

“You here to apply? If so, I think you're a little overdressed.”

“Deuce?” I turn at the familiar sound of Paul’s voice. “Didn't expect to see you so soon,” he says, approaching the stage.

“Thought I’d drop by and see what you thought of the place. Didn’t know you were already doing auditions. I’d be happy to give you my professional opinion.”

Paul throws his head back with laughter. “We do have a few lined up today. I see you met my girl.”

I smile over at them briefly before rushing from the stage, happy to get out of the way. I don’t want to hear about business or anything else for that matter. Making my way to the bar, I see a hallway off to the left and head down it.

Even though I have no plans on partaking in the activities that take place in the private rooms, I still want to see them for the hell of it. I push open the first door and shake my head in disbelief. There is a pole mounted in the left corner of the room, a red leather chair perched in the center. A counter lines the back wall, a very nice iPod station centered on it.
Wow, this place is definitely higher class than what I am used to.

I make my way down the hall, checking out each of the rooms one by one. Each are laid out similarly, complete with poles and iPod stations in each, but it is when I reach the last room on the left that my jaw drops. The room is three times larger than the others. It contains the same fixtures as the others with a few additions. On the farthest wall is an open shower. Brightly polished brass fixtures come out of the wall and the showerhead is centered in the ceiling above, surrounded by lights.

The leather chair in the center of the room swivels, so the client can turn to whatever position he deems necessary. And it reclines fully, another added bonus. But it is the heart shaped bed to the right that sets this room apart. Mirrors line the ceiling over it, and the purpose of this room is obvious I can only imagine how much a client would have to pay for use of this one.

“Nice, isn’t it?” I startle at the sound of Paul’s voice behind me.

“Yeah,” I breathe, turning around.

“You and I could have a lot of fun in this room,” he says, wrapping his arms around me. “That shower, I can think of lots of ways to make you scream my name in there.”

“Is that so?” I ask, smirking at him. “And all this time I thought you liked me for my mind.”

“There are many things I like about you, Lana. Your mind, your sense of humor and your smart mouth. But what I can’t get enough of is that body. The way you work that pussy on my cock. The way you take every inch of me into that luscious mouth, sucking the come right out of me. The way you work your clit when I’m buried deep in that ass. Those are the things dreams are made of, what I love about you. And you’re all mine, every fuckin’ inch of you.”

I step back, looking up at him with a perplexed look. Paul and I have been more intimate recently, but it was just sex, or at least that’s what I had thought. We were fulfilling one another’s needs physically, not emotionally.

“Don't look at me that way Lana,” he warns. “It’s just a word,” he says, pulling me to him once again. Taking in a deep breath, I begin to calm. It is just a word, a word that holds no meaning.

“So, is this place kick ass or what?” he asks, pulling away.

“It’s definitely not what I’m used to.” That’s an understatement. As far as strip clubs go, this is top of the line.

“We’re both gonna be raking in the money here,” he says, looking around the room. “Hawk’s coming down for opening night. He thinks this place will bring in at least triple what The Lap Room did.”

“No doubt. Have you hired any girls yet?”

“A few, but that’s what Deuce is here for. We have several auditions lined up though. You want to stick around and help?” he asks, smirking at me.

“No, I think I’ll leave that to the two of you. I’m gonna freshen up real quick and head back to the apartment and get to unpacking.” It’s not like we have a hell of a lot to unpack, but I want to knock it off my list.

“Alright, baby. I’ll see you when I get there,” he says, kissing me briefly on the lips before leaving me alone in the room.

As I leave the club, I have a good feeling about this place. Things are starting to look up for us and before long, maybe I can stop doing this and get the old Alana back, that is if there is anything left of her inside me.

I
pull into the parking lot of Body Shots, my eyes locked on the tight ass of the girl that has just exited the front door.
Damn, she’s got a hot body
, I think to myself as I climb off my Harley and head towards the entrance.

Stepping inside, the music is blaring and a very flexible redhead is working the pole. “Alright, we’ve seen enough,” Deuce calls out, the music dying instantly.

The redhead bounces off the stage and comes to stand at the table where Deuce sits with who I assume is Paul. Hawk has a lot of confidence in this man and I hope he lives up to it.

“Sorry, but you ain't got what it takes,” Deuce tells her.

“Excuse me?” she huffs.

“Look darlin’, you got good moves, but this ain’t no dance recital. Men are coming in here to get their rocks off while you show off the goods.”

“But I...” she stops, looking down at the bikini she is wearing.

“This is a full nude club,” Paul tells her. “You can’t be modest here. You have to be willing to go to extremes to make the customers happy.”

She nods her head in understanding and steps back, reaching around and releasing the neat bow she has tied behind her. She tosses the top to the side and begins untying the strings on her bottoms. When she is fully nude, she looks at both men, turning bright red.

“A little small in the tits, but you got a nice ass,” Deuce comments, causing me to shake my head. “What are you thinking, Paul?”

“She might do. We’ll give you a trial run. Opening night is Friday. We’ll see what the audience thinks and go from there,” he tells her. She smiles broadly and thanks them, rushing to pick up the remnants of her clothing off the floor, then heading off towards the restrooms.

“You two look like you’re having fun,” I say, coming up behind them.

“It’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it,” Deuce chuckles. “Saw your girl Trix a few minutes ago.”

“She’s not my girl,” I grumble, taking a seat in the empty chair beside Deuce. “I take it you hired her?”

“Yeah. Trix might be a cunt face and have a gaping pussy, but she can work the pole. Speaking of,” he turns to Paul. “Might wanna consider making her your headliner.”

“Not gonna happen” Paul says. “My girl is the headliner.”

“Just because she’s your girl, you can’t give her special treatment,” I interrupt. “Trix was the headliner at The Lusty Lady, so she knows what it takes.” I hate that I am giving so much credit to Trix, but when it comes to stripping, she knows what she’s doing.

“You haven't seen my girl’s moves yet. Trust me, The Lap Room was always packed when she took the stage.”

“Alright, we can give her a shot,” Deuce says. “But Friday night will be the test. She can’t pull it off, then Trix takes lead.”

“No problem,” Paul shrugs, confident in his girl.

“Now that that’s settled, let’s talk other business. Got a shipment coming in tomorrow,” I say to Paul. “Need you to do your thing.”

“Drop off location?”

“Here. Three o’clock.” I tell him, not trusting him enough to let him inside the club, at least not yet. Hawk may be confident about his abilities, but I’m not so easily impressed.

“Alright,” he says, standing.  “I’ll be here. In the meantime, I’ll leave you two to this. I've got some shit to take care of.” Paul nods at us and heads for the door, leaving Deuce and I alone.

“Well, what do you think?” I ask him. If there is one person I trust in this world, it is him and his ability to read people.

“I don't know yet. There’s something I can’t put my finger on.” Meaning he doesn't trust him. Deuce’s instincts are always on the mark and he has never let me down.

“We need to keep an eye on him. You puttin’ Beast on him?” I ask.

“Already done. Either he’ll prove me wrong or we’ll have a new ally.”

I nod my head in agreement. If Paul crosses The Forgotten Souls, it will be the last thing he ever does.

“Now his girl on the other hand, she’s a fuckin’ looker.”

“Yeah? You already thinking of tappin’ that shit?” I ask, amused. Deuce is always looking to bang some chick, although I’m not much better.

“Not sure yet. She’s got this whole innocent thing about her but obviously she’s gonna work here. Somethin’ doesn't add up.”

“What’s she look like?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.

“Dark hair, bright blue eyes and a rack that makes me want to bury my face between her tits for weeks. And that ass, man! Tight as fuck and boy do I wanna ride that thing all night long.”

“So Paul may be losing his girl?” I ask, throwing my head back in a fit of laughter.

“She ain’t really his girl. She’s his roommate or some shit. Fucker told me he’s getting it from her and on the side. If he plays, you know she does too. Well, I'm done here for the day. Let’s lock this place up and head back to the club. I need to lighten my load after all the ass and tits today,” he says, standing.

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Three Weeks Later

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I
am not just tired, I am downright exhausted. Closing a deal with Los Lobos took more negotiating than I had thought. Two weeks being cooped up with those fuckers was more than just an adventure. I can still smell fuckin’ burritos and enchiladas wafting off me. I need a shower and some fuckin’ pussy.

Stepping inside the clubhouse, I spot Deuce banging some chick on one of the pool tables while she sucks Blaze’s dick. This is exactly why club whores will never become ol’ ladies. No one wants a worn out bitch that will take anyone’s cock that’s willing to give it to her.

“Was wonderin’ when you’d show your face again!” Deuce chuckles, unaffected by the fact that he is slamming into some whore and talking to me. “Did you close?”

“Yeah,” I call out to him, reaching across the bar for the bottle of whiskey underneath. I don't bother with a glass, popping the top and taking a swig. With the bottle in my hand, I walk over to where he and Blaze are. “How are things here?”

“Well Trix is pissed for starters,” he laughs. “But what else is new?”

“What happened now?” I ask, taking a seat in one of the stools against the wall.

“Paul’s girl. He wasn’t lying about that bitch,” he pauses, groaning loudly as he reaches his climax. He pulls out and motions to Beast who steps into the space Deuce just abandoned, slamming his dick into the whore’s ass.

Deuce rolls off the condom and tosses it onto the floor, knowing one of the club whore’s will take care of it later. “You’ve gotta see her, man. I kid you not, she knows her way around a pole.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask, intrigued. Deuce rarely gets excited about a piece of pussy, but this girl has him acting like a damn teenage boy.

“She takes fully nude to a whole new level.”

“I thought you said she has that innocent look to her?” I ask, perplexed. A person can’t be both.

“She does and yet she got up on that stage and had my dick standin’ at attention in seconds.”

“So she's a whore and an actress. What’s the big deal?” I've met plenty of them over the years. Women playing the whole innocent thing and when you get them in the bedroom, their pussy is so worn out it’s a wonder you can even get off.

“That’s the thing, I don’t think it’s an act.” I almost spit the whiskey from my mouth. “I talked to her, man, before and after her set. She doesn't like being up there. I could see it in her eyes, like doing it fucks with her head or something.”

“Then why does she do it?”

He shrugs. “Not sure. Maybe she doesn't have a choice. Overheard Paul talkin’ to her. Told her he wasn't makin’ the money he was expecting. That’s bullshit, man. Fucker scored big the last two weeks and I know for a fact his cut was nearly four grand. Fucker’s playin’ on her sympathies is my guess.”

“Why would he do that?”