Chapter 46
Hobbs kept me off work until Friday, and the moment I entered the club, I ran into Vic. "I need a huge favor."
He nodded, placing a hand on his hip. "What's up?"
"I need your glacom tonight."
He arched a brow, but I remained quiet until two waitresses passed us by and were out of earshot. "I need to record something, and I need to stream it directly to Cherry's com. I need a backup."
"Isaac, what's going on?" Urgency laced his voice.
I shook my head, glancing around tomake sure there wasno sign of Hobbs. "Just trust me on this, okay?If I can pull this off tonight,I'll fill you in on everything.I promise.If I can't,I don't want you to get hung up on anything."
Vic groaned with a look of irritation written clearly on his handsome face. "I hate secrets."
I wanted to embrace him, kiss him, and tell him that everythingwas going tobe alright, but I couldn't. There were too many cameras and prying eyes. "Follow me to the bathroom."
The moment we were locked inside, I pressed my lips to his. I couldn't linger, but I needed to taste him. I needed him to trust me. When I pulled back, I held out my hand for his com. "Trust me,"I whispered, sliding the device into my shoe before unlocking the door and heading out to the dancefloor. Vic hung back for a few minutes so we didn't emerge from the bathroomat the same time.
Throughout the night, I kept my eyes on Hobbs until Beau finally entered the establishment.My stomach twisted into knots.Hewas alone, which was perfect, but it didn't make what I had to doanymore comforting.
Slapping on my sassy boy persona, I sauntered over to him. "Hey, baby."
He gave me a broad smile. "You haven't been here the past two days."
I played it off. "Caught a little bug. It's fine, though. I feel zazzin."
"The words you kids come up with these days,"Beau chuckled.
Instead of reminding him I was older than I looked, I curled up on his lap. "I missed you."
He grabbed my ass. "I missed you, too."
Here it goes. It is now or never. "I want to be with you tonight. I want you to come upstairs with me... I can't wait anymore."
He frowned, rubbing my ass cheeks. "I can't. I can't have a bill that big on a receipt from this place. Lucien would have a meltdown."
I leaned in close, then whispered, "You aren't paying, baby. This will be for free."
Beau looked skeptical, and I couldn't blame him. "Why would Mr. Hobbs allow me to have you for free? He knows I can afford you."
"It's why we are going to keep Hobbs out of this. He's busy with his littlegroup offriends, and I paid for a pass. No paper trail, baby, and as long as we hurry, Hobbs never has to find out."
His gaze searched the room until he found Hobbs, whohad his back turnedto us as he chatted with three other men. He would be there for a while, especially since there were several hours until the club closed up.
Sliding from Beau's lap, I led the way to the bouncer who guarded the stairs and flashed the pass. The man didn't question anything as I escorted Beau to the last room on the first floor. Earlier that day, I set it up just for this.
I gripped both of Beau's hands and yanked him inside, closing the door behind us. "Get comfortable, baby. I'm going to grab some lube."
As he sank onto the bed, I strolled over to a table resting against the wall, hiding Vic's glacom in a basket of towels. After pulling a small bottle of lube from the basket, I hit the record button and turned towards Beau. He would hate me after this, but I had no choice. Setting the lube down on the nightstand, I pressed play on a small radio cube. The song that began to play was one I frequently danced to on stage, so I moved to the beat.
Taking Beau's hand, I yanked him back onto his feet. He smiled as I slowly worked on removing his brown jacket and white button-up shirt. The moment his chest was exposed, I pressed slow kisses up to his neck. He shuddered.
Running a hand along his jaw, I swayed my hips to the music. Seductively, I began unclasping the buttons on my black leather tank top. When the fabric was loose, I slowly let it slide off my shoulders to the ground. After doing a little spin that brought attention to my ass, I locked my thumbs under my thong and shimmied it off. Twirling it around my finger, I faced Beau again, placing the small garment on his head.
He chuckled as he eagerly removed his pants and kicked them away, revealing a fully erect cock. I leaned in close to press my lips to his, locking him in a kiss of full-on passion. Biting his lower lip, I pulled back slightly before letting it go. I slid down his body, maintaining eye contact as I gripped his cock and took him into my mouth.
"Oh wow. I love how you look at me when you do that."
I hummed in response, bobbing my head up and down. I couldn't let the blowjob last too long. Not only would Hobbs miss me, but Beau couldn't cum just yet. The camera had to catch everything. I should have stashed it in a different location.
"I need it inside of me." I gave Beau a shove, forcing him to lay back on the bed. Covertly, I glanced over my shoulder before crawling over him to grab the small bottle of lube.Normally, I would put some in my hand and warm it up before applying it to a cock, but I wanted to see Beau jump. As I drizzled some onto his thick member, he hissed and stiffened, but that was about it. With a few strokes, it was good and slick. I climbed on top and guided the shaft into my hole, sliding all the way down with a moan. Beau was a big boy. I might have enjoyed the hell out of the sex under any other circumstances.
From the look on his face, Beau wasn't going to last long, and I wanted to get footage of several positions before the session was all done. There couldn't be a dispute on whether or not we actually had sex.
"I want you to fuck me from behind!" I whined, sliding off his throbbing cock.
He huffed in agreement as I turned sideways on the bed, making sure the camera could see everything. This would be the best angle to prove we weren't just dry-humping.
"I like this." He gripped my hips tightly. "I like to watch that little hole stretch for me."
Beau took his time, most likely watching my body swallow every single inch he was giving me. When he was fully sheathed, I let out a moan. "Oh yeah, baby! Fuck me!" He picked up his pace, moving so quick that my breath caught in my throat, and my eyes rolled back into my head. Why did he have to be such a good fuck?
"I'm not going to last."
"Okay, stop. Sit down on the edge of the bed," I panted.
My body tingled as he slid out of me. On shaky legs, I turned my back to him and positioned my knees on either side of his body. I lifted myself up, then allowed his cock to slide back in on a downward stroke. Using my leg power to move up and down, I kept up a fast pace, all the while keeping my eyes on the camera and stroking myself at the same time. The worst part was that the moans I was letting out were real. It wasn't very often I had sex with a client and actually enjoyed it. Maybe it was because I liked Beau as a person. That thought almost made me stop, but I powered through it. Eventually, heat rose in my core, and my brain snapped. I couldn't think of anything as cum drizzled down my shaft and onto my hand. Beau let out a loud groan as well, and when I got up, I could feel his seed seeping from me.
Once my brain was working properly again, I stood up straight. I needed to rip the bandage off and get this over with. Swiftly, I went to the table and pulled out the glocam, rewinding the video and hitting play before returning to Beau. "We got some good angles here," I chirped.
His eyes were wide, and he reached for the device, but I yanked it back and took a few steps away to remain out of his reach. "What the fuck is that?"
"This is insurance that you will help me."
"You aren't allowed to record!"
"I'm not allowed to record paying customers. You got this ass for free." He stood up, and I jumped away. "You hurt me, and this goes straight to Lucien, as well as every social media platform I can think of."
The look of utter betrayal on his face frankly... hurt. I hated doing this to him. "Why are you doing this to me?" His voice cracked as if he wanted to cry.
Swallowing hard, I admitted honestly, "Because I need your help, Beau. And I didn't trust you would give it to me if I didn't have this." I held up the device. "Trust me, I don't want to send this video anywhere. The last thing I want is for Lucien to be able to dump you and get half of everything you own." That's exactly what would happen. It was a law in Sin City that if a partner is caught in the act of infidelity, the spouse automatically gets half of everything, even if a prenup was signed.
"Why wouldn't you just ask?"
"Because you're in business with Hobbs. What I have to say is going to ruin him. It'll most likely get him tossed off the wall. You risk losing a huge investment. Why would you risk that for me?"
His face softened. "I told you I could get you away from him."
"For what? For me to run away with a bartender from Lowervill?" Once again, Beau looked hurt, and I sadly shook my head. "I'm in love with someone. He's not rich. I'd lose everything I'm used to, but he treats me well. He treats me like a person instead of an object. He loves Isaac, not Starburst." I chuckled softly. "I bet you didn't even know my real name." He remained quiet, which confirmed my suspicions.
"Then what do you need from me, Star… Isaac?"
"You know how I said I would be free in a few years?" He nodded. "I lied. According to my friend Alex, I was supposed to be free a few years ago. If that's true, Trevor Hobbs has been keeping me as his slave."
Beau leaned forward, and I could tell he was listening intently. "You have proof of this?"
"I do. But there's something else." I swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears from falling. "I believe he also killed my friend."
His lips formed a perfect O of surprise. "Who?"
"Alex Freeman. The man who used to own Hell's Gate."
"And you have evidence?"
I shook my head. "No. But I can get it. I can get him to confess. I know I can. All I need is to be wired up and I'll get him to sing."
"Why would he ever confess to you?"
"Because he's cocky. I'll get him pissed off good and proper, and he'll confess if only to keep me scared. He wants me to be afraid of him, so I won't do something like this... I know I hurt you. I'm sorry we can't be together, and I fucking hate Lucien for making you feel so low. He should be kissing the ground you walk on. You're kind, funny, charming, generous, and a really good fuck. I'd jump in your arms right now if it weren't for…"
"The bartender?"
I nodded. "I got Hobbs' records of transactions from his computer. The problem is, without Alex, I don't know how to decipher them. I know you can, which is why I need you. You're also a senator, so you can get the cops to wire me up. Hobbs is too smart to leave a trail that will lead to him. All he will do is give words. I need someone listening in." I sighed. "And I don't know what he'll do to me when I get him to confess."
Beau remained silent for a very long minute, picking up his clothing. When he was fully dressed, he asked, "How do I know you'll keep your end of the deal?"
"I'll hand this over even if I can't make Hobbs confess. I don't want Lucien to have this any more than you do." I brushed a hand along his face. "You really do deserve so much better than him. I know what it's like to feel trapped with someone you love who treats you like shit. I hope one day you will ditch that loser and find someone who will truly love you. I wish it could be me, but… I'm in love with someone else."
He stretched his lips into a thin line. "Give me a few days. I'll have to pull some strings."