Chapter 2
Ruby
Another day, another handful of hundred-dollar bills.
That’s how I get myself through each day that passes. My bank account grows, and my self-esteem drops a couple more notches.
It is weird how life deals you blows that take you on paths you never thought you’d travel.
As a young girl, all I wanted was to have a boyfriend who would love me so much, we would be together through high school, then college. We would then get married and have a couple of children. Life would be perfect.
What I got was being made fun of in school for growing up in a trailer park. All the boys thought I would be an easy lay. It didn’t help that I developed pretty early. My curves worked against me.
Eventually, one of them asked me out. I said yes. Four dates later, I gave him my virginity. On the fifth date, he brought his friends, too. They took turns raping me and left me for dead.
I never went back to school. I did go to the police, but they didn’t take me seriously, basically implied I made it up. I was a girl from the trailer park right outside of town, whose parents were both junkies. They were boys from nice families, one of them the son of the mayor, with squeaky clean reputations.
The police decided that it was clear I was out to make a buck off them. I was seventeen and had no one in my corner. My parents ended up throwing me out when they paid them off to do so.
I had fifty dollars to my name and a small bag of clothes. Getting a job in a strip club was the only logical solution. The easiest one, too. It was two towns over but still too close to home. Once I saved enough, I left and ended up in the Austin area. By now, I had enough experience in dancing. I looked for a club that was more upscale than the one at which I got my stripping career started.
It's been four years, and not much has changed. Stripping is the easiest money I’ll ever make, considering I don’t even have a high school diploma, let alone any higher education.
After catching a money segment on TV one night, I was able to find a financial advisor who was not judgmental. He still takes care of everything for me. I make the money, he takes care of investing it for me and gets his cut. Hopefully, by the time I’m too old to strip anymore, I’ll have enough of a cushion where I won’t have to worry about finances.
“Ruby,” one of the girls calls out to me. “Someone’s here for you.”
I fight the urge to roll my eyes at hearing that. I do a lot of private shows since that brings even a lot more cash than just stripping. Lately, I’ve had some bikers who’ve been eager to pay for my services.
They have a different agenda. Their ultimate goal is to make me get them some information from their rival club. They also have a member who comes here once in a while. Bricks and Snake, who are from the local club, have been telling another stripper here, Lala, that the Savages MC kidnap children and sell them as sex slaves.
Lala has been working hard at convincing me to dig for information. I obviously want to help with that, but they are crazy if they think I would just take their word for it.
I finish fluffing my hair up, making sure that it falls in perfect waves over one shoulder.
The top I’m wearing is just for show as the only part of my body it actually covers is my arms. It is cropped just past the tops of my large breasts. Since they’re still young and perky, they give the perfect glimpse of the underside. Men seem to be going crazy over that.
I don’t bother with covering my bottom half, the thong I’m wearing being more than I sometimes wear on stage. Looking at my feet, I debate for a second if I should take my high heels off and go barefoot. My toes wiggle in anticipation, but I know that making an entrance in my high heels will be more effective.
“Here we go,” I sing song to myself as I make my way out to the private rooms.
I smile and wink at the few patrons I run into. They are on their way to the rooms they paid for, and I make more of an effort to make sure my breasts bounce and ass shakes as I strut by. That will make them want to ask for me next time they grace our club with their presence.
When I get in front of the door to the room assigned to me, I take a moment to fix my hair again. I put a practiced smile on my face and slowly open the door. My eyes easily adjust to the low light in the room, where all I see is the outline of a massive body sitting on the couch.
I cringe for a second, knowing all the things that have happened on that couch. But I also know that our boss is a stickler for hygiene, and she has the couch steam cleaned on a regular basis.
With no hesitation whatsoever, I sway my hips from side to side until I am standing in front of the man waiting for me. The closer I get, the more I get this feeling of foreboding. It’s like I am about to walk into a trap of some sort.
I hold back a gasp of surprise when I notice he is wearing a biker’s cut. The name on it is what gets my attention. Hawk. Savages MC. They are the ones Bricks and Snake are worried about.
For a split second, I hear Lala in my head as she tells me how I would be just their type, and they would make good money off selling me.
A sudden shiver takes over my body, making me hate this man on sight. I don’t stop until he can almost touch my legs with his knees. His dark eyes go up and down the length of my body in a way that’s not new to me, but it does new things to my soul.
I’m not sure if it is the imminent danger that I feel I’m in, or if it is something else, but I have this sudden urge to ride him, fuck him as I try to find out all his secrets.
“Hi, handsome…”
I lean at the waist as I keep my legs straight, the move making my breasts popping out from under the minuscule top I have on. I lift a hand, ready to run the tip of my finger over his lips.
Just as I am about to do so, his eyes snap to my face. It is in perfect coordination with the suddenly fast beat of the music playing in the background, and I jump back, bringing my hand down.
“Hmmm… I didn’t think you’d be this shy.”
His voice sounds deeper than I’d expected, but I recover fast.
“You strike me as the type of person who would appreciate a shy girl.”
I drop my head and watch him from underneath my eyelashes, pretending like I didn’t just notice his sudden intake of air. I turn him on, and we both know it. At least we’re on the same page as far as that goes.
“I do,” he grumbles just as his hands touch my hips on each side.
The pads of his fingers sink into the softness of my butt cheeks. If he went a little harder, I’m sure he would leave marks. I don’t mind that as long as he pays for it and I am able to cover them with makeup up once we’re done. Although, I know some guys get off on seeing marks on the women they pay for.
I stand back up straight and don’t fight his touch. But I am surprised when he sticks one finger under the barely there piece of cloth covering my pussy.
My mouth drops slightly open in anticipation, waiting for him to do more. His thumb is close to my entrance as it rests on my bare lips. If I moved an inch, it would slip right in.
I debate for a second if I should do just that, take control of the situation. But I’m pretty sure he is not that type of guy. He wants the control when he fucks, which I am perfectly fine with.
I have to admit that the thought of him dominating me is a huge turn on, especially knowing he represents danger. Such a shame that he is into sex trafficking for a living. I now see him as a challenge. I will break him so that I can get all the information I can out of him.
“This is too easy,” he finally chuckles, taking me by surprise. His hands are still on me, with his thumb still close to my opening.
“What is?”
“This.”
He laughs again just as his thumb slips to the side. Considering how wet I am already, it is no obstacle for it to land right on my clit. I want to spread my stance a little and give him an encouraging push to do more.
He slides the thumb lower until he can dip it inside of me, moving it around and making me drip. I used to be ashamed of how turned on I could get, but I’ve learned to ride it out and just feel good.
I whimper in distress when he pulls his hand away. He brings the thumb to his lips and sucks on it, making sure to clean all the juices he gathered off me.
“Not bad,” he shrugs when his eyes meet mine.
At hearing that, my jaw drops in shock.
“Not bad?” It is now my turn to laugh. “You won’t find anything better,” I assure him.
I sound a lot more confident than I feel. My stomach is flip flopping with nervousness now, and I am scared that I am about to not only lose the money I should be paid for this session and any future ones, but also the opportunity to gather any information about the sex trafficking ring his club allegedly runs.
Hawk leans against the couch, his head dropping back as he continues laughing.
“All pussies are the same, sweetheart,” he informs me. “Just a wet hole to dip our dicks into.”
I take a step back, putting a bit of distance between us. I debate for a second how hard I want to play here. He is the one who sought me out. Maybe he gets off on humiliation. That is the one thing I can’t stand, but he is paying more than the regulars, so I might have to put up with it.
“If that’s the case…”
I spread my legs a little so I can balance myself better on my high shoes right before slipping my own fingers inside my pussy. He can’t see them as I dip them inside since they’re covered by the very thin material of the thong.
When his nostrils flare and his hands tighten into fists as they rest on his knees, I know I have him. The need to put on even more of a show overtakes me.
I throw my head back and close my eyes. For a few long seconds, I imagine that it’s his fingers touching me like this. My hand is too soft, though, taking away from the excitement.
Dropping my head back to look at him, I pull my hand out and never take my eyes off of his. I bring my fingers to my mouth and gently lick before I stick more of them inside and suck them clean.
“It’s good enough for me,” I wink at him. “And since you don’t seem to be needing me, I’ll go take care of myself now.”
I turn my back to him and start walking toward the door. I have no intention of leaving since I can’t afford to lose the cash this encounter would bring, but I feel confident enough to fake it.
Just as my hand touches the doorknob, I feel his presence at my back. My lips lift in a smile, which I carefully keep hidden. Men are too predictable, really.
“Allow me,” he growls into my ear, making my skin break out into pebbles. I shiver delicately, anticipation fueling my fire.
That is why it takes me a minute to realize what he is doing. His mouth is now pressed to the sensitive skin on my neck. He sinks his teeth in just as his hand turns the doorknob to open the door for me.
“What…”
I don’t get a chance to ask more when he sucks hard enough that I have to lift on my toes to make sure he doesn’t stop. Unfortunately, he does stop, and way too soon.
“I thought you were different,” he winks at me, much like I winked at him only minutes ago.
My breath catches in my throat, panic now taking full control of my body.
“What are you doing?”
I hate how weak my voice sounds.
“I’ll continue looking,” he shrugs.
His words are too close to what Bricks and Snake have been telling me. He is looking for girls to take and sell. For whatever reason, I am not what he is looking for, probably not meek enough.
“You can’t!”
I regret saying anything the moment the sound comes out of my mouth. The knowing look in his eyes confirms it.
“I can do whatever and whoever I want, sweetheart,” he smirks at me. “And you’re not it.”
He walks around me, ready to leave, but then he stops while I am still frozen in the doorway. I watch as he puts a hand in the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a hundred-dollar bill.
I jump when he reaches forward, unsure of what to expect. With slow movements, he pulls on the thong and shoves the bill right in between my legs, making sure it is safely secured in between my lips. For a second, I think he is about to push it inside of me, but then he pulls his hand back.
He juts his chin forward, pointing toward the room behind me. “For the two minutes we were in there.”
Now, he is truly leaving while I remain immobile in the doorway. My hands are sweaty, and my breathing is labored.
I tried to play with him.
I lost.