Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Shina
Last night spending time with the kids, and making new memories, helped to dim the tragedy of losing Lexi.
I'm still shadowed in guilt for all the things I could have done differently, but Rock was right. Things were out of my control, and when I could assist, I tried. It was just too late.
But now I need to be strong for my family. Leena and I told the twins before bed after Rock had left.
I kinda wished he stayed, but I understand. Honestly, it was probably for the best, as all the kids, including Leena climbed into my bed.
They didn't want to be alone. I grabbed the portable crib and brought Alec into the room too.
I told them all stories about their mom from when we were little, holding them tight as they cried.
Life isn't fair, and I am mad at the universe for what these kids have gone through, but I'm also taking this as a gift.
After the holidays those kids will be mine, legally, that is. I had guardianship over them, but now flipping through these papers on my desk, I am applying for adoption.
We all deserve a new, happy start, together.
Rosie pops her head into my office, frowning.
“Hey boss, so, we may have a problem. It seems we overbooked. Two parties, same time slot, and we only have half the staff.”
I sigh. Ugh, couldn't just have one night without drama it seems.
I had a hard enough time leaving the kids. Even Leena asked if she could come with me and just stay in my office.
Separation anxiety is going to be an issue for a few days. At least tomorrow is Christmas Eve so the club will be closed.
We will reopen on New Year's for a large event about resolutions and last minute fantasies.
It's usually one of our biggest days.
Taking my feet off my desk, I sit up and roll my chair closer to my phone.
“Okay, I will take the more demanding clients. Call June and see if she will come in. I’ll double her pay for the next few hours. Reach out to Patience too. She can handle the vanilla customers.”
She nods, then leaves.
I grab the other folder on my desk and quickly skim through the rest of the papers. A courier delivered it to me this morning.
I was so busy I hadn't had any time to see what it was.
“What the hell?” I mutter, rereading a paragraph. “You have got to be shitting me. Fucking asshole,” I growl.
Patrick is suing me for half the ownership and back pay of my club. He's stating I used joint funds to start my business. It's complete bullshit.
I worked at a strip club for a year, saving money to live and support myself. Then one night a wealthy man hired me for a private dance.
He had asked me what my hopes and dreams were, and I mentioned Fantasies. He was intrigued and offered to be a silent investor.
Grabbing my phone, I call Nixen Reynolds. I hate to put this shit on his plate, especially during the holidays, but I may need his help.
The last time we talked was three years ago, and I had signed some papers, taking over his shares of Fantasies.
I bought him out, but he wished to remain in the loop. He's hoping his son, Nathaniel might take an interest in my club when he comes of age.
The line rings a few times until I reach his voicemail. I leave him a quick message, then hang up and close my eyes.
I knew Patrick had been too quiet. He always loved to break me down.
Rosie returns, takes one look at me and calls Rock's name.
“No. I'm fine. What room do you need me in?”
“Shina, you look like you have seen a ghost. Is everything okay, babe?”
Tears fill my eyes and my hand shakes. I put on a fake smile and nod.
“Yeah, I'm all good. Ready for our break.”
She gives me a wary look over, then sighs and smiles. “Me too. I think maybe Gare is going to propose. He's been really secretive the past few weeks and overly excited for our trip to the mountains on Christmas.”
I grin. I know exactly what Garrett's planning. I even helped him pick out the ring.
“That's great. I'm happy for you. Let's just get through tonight then we don't have to be back for a whole week.”
“Ah, sounds like Heaven. Don't get me wrong. I love working here, but this week has been killer, and these heels haven't helped.”
She shows off her four inch stilettos, and I nod, then wince in commiseration.
I barely even notice anymore. Standing, I close the file and put it into my drawer, then walk over to her.
She gives me one more look. “Are you sure you're up for this?”
“Yep.”
“Okay, you are in the star room.” She hands me a key, and I nod.
The star room isn’t the worst fantasy. Honestly, it's a breeze compared to some other ones.
I knock, then use the key and unlock the door. There is a couple on the bed already fooling around.
The man pops his head up as I walk closer.
“Mistress, thank you for coming,” he says, and I smile.
“Of course, my pet. Now what shall I do with you today? Have you been a good boy this year or a naughty boy?”
He shivers as I coo to him, and he bows his head.
“Naughty. I've been so bad. Please, Mistress, I need to be punished,” he whimpers.
His boxers are already tented and a dark spot shows how much he's leaking pre-cum in anticipation.
I tsk and walk away from him.
“Come here,” I command and point to the structure in the corner.
He scrambles off the mattress and goes to walk.
“Crawl,” I bark, and he moans, dropping onto his hands and knees, moving slowly to me.
His partner watches from the bed. Her cheeks flushed and eyes gleaming. I turn my attention to her.
“Touch yourself, but do not come!” I order, and she nods.
“Yes, Mistress,” she breathes, running her hands along her body until she sinks two fingers inside of her.
“You,” I say, moving closer to my pet. I step onto his back, pressing my heel into his spine, and he groans.
“Naughty boys don't get to come either. Stand.”
His legs are shaky as he climbs to his feet. Due to his height he towers over me, but I'm not scared.
I grab a leather collar from the hook on the wall and hand it to him. He immediately puts it on and leans down so I can leash him.
“Good boy,” I purr, placing my hand on his cheek. He pants, his body trembling while he waits for my next order.
This isn't my first time with this couple, and I know what he's craving, but as usual is too scared to ask for it.
Usually I will take the choice from him, but he said he was naughty, so he has to be punished first.
His partner begins to moan, I grin, grabbing his leash, and I lead him to the swing.
“Strip and lie down.”
“Please, Mistress, I'll behave,” he begs, and I smirk while running my nail against his neck.
“You will do as I order,” I bark, and his eyes roll into the back of his head. He strips off his boxers and lies down on the swing.
This one isn't meant for his pleasure, but to prevent him from coming.
I walk over to the wall and grab some supplies.
“Come here,” I order his partner, and she rushes over to us.
I hand her the leather panties with the strap-on attached, a tiny silver bullet for her pleasure and lube.
“Tonight, I am going to guide you,” I tell her, and she smiles wide.
I return to my client and hook the back of his collar to the wrist bondages. He holds his arms out for me to restrain them behind his lower back.
Once his partner is prepped, I teach her how to get him ready and certain hip motions to bring him maximum pleasure.
I guide her to stand in front of him, and he licks his lips. One of his deepest fantasies is to be fucked hard and deep by a man, but he won't do it.
So instead his partner shoves her latex cock into his mouth, gagging him. “Do you like that?”
He mumbles around the girth, trying to nod.
“Enough!” I command, and she stops. They both look at me for permission, and I nod.
She moves behind him and gently guides the tip of her silicone cock to his hole, pressing in.
He groans loudly as she starts with shallow thrusts, picking up the pace.
He soon begs. He won't come with the swing preventing any hip motion to grind his dick against the straps.
Her moans become louder as he grunts, begging and pleading for me to allow him to please come.
I look at her, and she nods. “You may take him to the bed.”
She grabs his restraint, pulls him to his trembling legs, then leads him to the bed and bends him over the edge.
“When you are done, you may release him and enjoy the shower.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” they both say, and I leave them to their night.
Exiting the room, I spot Rock. He's propped against the wall, scrolling on his phone.
“Hey,” he says before moving over to me and giving me a seriously hot kiss.
I don't get any pleasure from my clients, but this man has my thong drenched in seconds.
“Wow,” I mutter against his lips, placing my hands on his chest.
He laughs and leans down for another kiss, but I have a better idea.
Taking his hand, l pull him back to my office, shut and lock the door, then push him onto the couch.
“We don't have long, but I need you.”
I straddle him and reach for his belt, unbuckling it and kissing his lips as I unbutton and take his cock out of his pants.
He shifts, giving me some more wiggle room as he tangles his tongue with mine.
Fuck, this man can make my mind go blank with his kiss.
We both sigh as I sink down onto him, waiting a second to adjust to his length. I swear he's the best I've ever had.
He grunts as I lift up and sink back on him harder. I pant against his lips and grip his shoulder, using it for leverage as I ride him fast and deep.
“Fuck, baby girl, you keep doing that, and I'm going to come,” he groans, and I whimper when he grips my hips, slowing me, grinding my clit against his pelvis.
“So deep. So good. God, I could live in this pussy,” he babbles, losing his filter as he takes us both over the edge.
I come hard, squirting all over him, and he groans.
“I love when you mark me with your juices,” he says, sighing.
I look up into his chocolate eyes and smile. He can be such a nerd sometimes, but he's sweet.
“Come home with me tonight?” I ask, and he nods.
We quickly clean up in my bathroom, then I leave him for my next client. Rosie finds me by the bar.
“Great. There you are. Your next client is in the black room. Be careful. Maybe take Rock with you. He had shifty eyes.”
I take the key and look for someone to come with me. We have a safety protocol and all clients are vetted, but it's harder with VIP parties.
I spot Simon and rush over to him. “Hey, can you tell Rock to meet me in the black room?”
“Yes, ma'am. Shouldn't you wait?” he asks as I turn to leave. I shake my head.
“It'll be fine.”
I should have waited. I never should have opened that door alone.