22. Changes
22
CHANGES
GIOVANNA
When Tyler and I arrived downstairs in Luxe, I changed into a black sheer halter top with matching skirt and black, thigh high stiletto boots. He was busying himself at his desk, gathering together paperwork for members, when he lifted his gaze.
He set his pen down. “You look absolutely stunning.”
“Thank you,” I replied, and he reached out his hand. Sashaying over to him with an extra sway in my hips, I perched on his lap sideways, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“You’re about to be shocked by what I’m going to say,” he whispered, his gaze roaming over my body.
I let out a soft laugh, tugging playfully at the back of his hair as his hand slipped between my thighs, stroking my mound.
“What’s that?” I asked teasingly, tracing light circles on the back of his neck with my nail.
“I want you to do your thing tonight in Luxe before you dance in Euphoria.”
“What?”
“But I have one stipulation.”
My heart fluttered with unease as I waited for him to continue.
“You can dance for anyone and everyone. I don’t care, as long as you feel comfortable. Let them touch you everywhere, except you’re not to kiss them, and they’re not to put their mouth anywhere on your body or touch this.” He stroked up and down my slit before slipping a finger inside me. Pressing his lips to my ear, he whispered in a low tone, “Make them cum but you better not. Am I clear, princess?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“That being said,” he continued, stroking my walls under the desk. “I’ll be occupied with something tonight, so you might not see me much.”
I raised an eyebrow, unable to contain a moan as he pleasured me. “Care to share?”
Just then, my phone buzzed on the desk, and I reached for it. As I opened the message from Dario, Tyler’s fingers moved faster inside me. I groaned, both at his touch and knowing that drama was the last thing I wanted tonight.
A knock at the door interrupted us. “Come in!” he called out, keeping his hand between my legs but stilling his movement as I read the text.
Hey, got time to spend with me tonight? I’m in the lobby.
“I fucking hate him,” Tyler growled at the message.
My eyes met Victoria’s as she walked into the room, surprised to see me sitting on Tyler’s lap. I couldn’t help but smile at her discomfort, but quickly looked back at my phone, unsure of how to reply to the text I’d received. Just as I set my phone on the desk, she spoke up.
“I was just about to ask where you wanted me tonight,” she said.
Tyler slid a second finger inside of me, and I fought to stifle any sounds that threatened to evade my lips.
“If you want to hang out in the bar tonight or go back into the cage, feel free. The guys seem to enjoy your presence there.”
“Just a minute,” I interjected, jumping off his lap and adjusting my skirt. “I have an idea.” Grinning, I made my way toward the Euphoria lobby. When the door opened, I was greeted by a sea of people heading to the main showroom.
Dario stood outside the Luxe door, a smile on his face. “Hey ba?—”
“I’m engaged now,” I cut him off, grabbing his hand.
“What?” he gasped.
“But come with me. I want you to meet someone.” Retrieving my black key card from my top, I scanned it, leading Dario back into Luxe where I guided him into the office.
Tyler scowled as soon as he saw him, but then his gaze shifted to my hand, and confusion crossed his face. “Gia?”
I quickly pulled my hand away from Dario and introduced Victoria. “This is Victoria,” I said, gesturing at her, “and this is Dario, my former neighbor. He needs someone to show him around Luxe, and I thought you might be interested.” I looked to Tyler for his approval.
He arched an eyebrow in amusement but seemed unsure.
Dario caught on to the awkwardness and turned on the charm. “I would love nothing more than a tour with such a stunning blonde by my side. Can you tie a cherry stem with your tongue?”
She nodded confidently. “That and much more.”
He took her hand in his, guiding her out of the room. She looked back over her shoulder at me, mouthing, “Thank you.”
I offered her a nod and turned to Tyler proudly. “And that’s how you get rid of people without killing them.”
He reared back in his chair, shaking his head. “These days, I think I much prefer when my family just kills people who annoy us. You may have just created a monster.”
Rolling my eyes, I sashayed over to him, and he looked up at me with mischief in his eyes. “I need to get to work, sir.” I leaned over, pressing my lips to his.
He swatted me on the rear as I paraded out of the office, giving him a little shake of my ass for his viewing pleasure as I exited. The moment I was out in the hallway, Roxy approached me with a wide grin.
“You performing in here tonight?”
“I am,” I replied, matching her mood. “Who’ve you got for me?” I asked as we strode side by side toward the bar area.
“He’s been a member since day one and kept asking about the girl with the pink hair every time he came in, but you were gone.”
We came to a halt in front of a couple, their bodies elegantly poised and perfectly in sync. The man stood a few inches taller than me, his slim figure adorned with a well-tailored suit that accentuated his broad shoulders. His sandy brown hair was neatly styled, and a thick mustache arched over his top lip, giving him an air of sophistication.
The woman next to him exuded luxury and grace, her expensive jewelry shimmering under the dancing lights. Her hair, styled in a short bob, matched his in color and framed her delicate features.
Roxy extended her hand to them. “This is Doctor Dennis Clemens and his wife, Regina. She’d like to watch you please her husband. And they are precious.”
Tucking my lips into my mouth, I nodded at the code. If a couple was precious , money was no object, and we were given permission to charge them extra. “Nice to meet you both. I’m afraid I no longer please clients in that way, but I’d be happy to make sure you have the time of your lives.”
“That’s totally fine with me,” Regina raked her gaze over me. “Am I allowed to get naked?”
“You’re welcome to do what makes you comfortable, but I do have rules. I’ll go over them with you both on the way to the room.” I glanced between them as Roxy gave me a smile and dismissed herself to speak to other members and first-timers in the bar. “Did you get the key from reception?”
“Oh, yes!” Dennis held the keycard up eagerly.
Taking both their hands in mine, I led them down the far hallway into the third room on the left as I went over the rules with them. “Number one, you can place your hands on my breasts, but you may not squeeze my nipples or try to arouse me. Number two, there’s to be no kissing between me and either of you, but you’re welcome to kiss each other. Number three, you can’t touch my pussy, but my legs are fine. Nothing above mid-thigh.”
Tyler hadn’t given me specific ranges about that last one, but I didn’t want to take chances, and though he said he’d be busy, I wouldn’t have put it past him to be watching me on the other side of the glass from the private hall.
The room was illuminated with a soft glow. The black walls were adorned with intricate metalwork and silver accents. Aromas of exotic oils and incense wafted around in the air, creating a relaxing yet sensual atmosphere. The bed was a masterpiece of leather and elaborate metal, the visual centerpiece of the room.
“Are you ready?” I asked, leading them inside and withdrawing my hands from theirs.
Dennis nodded, practically salivating at the sight before him. Regina, however, seemed a bit more hesitant.
Understanding they may not be familiar with the lifestyle yet, I checked on her. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “I just can’t believe you’re back, and we’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.”
“I’m happy I can help,” I beamed. “If you want to, you can sit over here in this chair.” I took her hand in mine again. “This will give you the best view, unless you want to sit with us.”
Her eyes widened. “Can I?”
“Of course!” I gently led her to the plush sofa, and she sank down onto it, drawing one leg up onto the cushion as her husband sat next to her. His eyes remained fixated on me, unable to look away. I walked over to the sleek sound system, my fingers scrolling through the options until I found the perfect song; something sensual and unforgettable.
As the music began to play, I swayed back toward them, keeping my focus on her first. I wanted her to feel comfortable and at ease. I’d been in too many situations where a wife thought she was okay watching me with her husband, only to freak out later.
Sitting between them, I stroked her thigh first, then his. She blushed slightly, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Dennis watched the exchange with a mixture of awe and lust.
Suddenly, I froze, looking directly at the mirrored window, seeing my reflection while being intimate with someone other than Tyler. It felt like someone was watching, though I could’ve been wrong. Whenever I danced in either club, it was always only for Tyler. Not once had I ever danced for anyone but him in my mind since arriving at the club.
The night of my audition, I knew it drove him insane. That moment was for him. Maybe at the time, I was just trying to be the best dancer I could be for my audition. Looking back now, when I was finished, he was all I could think about. I fought off those feelings out of respect for his situation at the time, but deep down inside, I ached for him in some way.
Pretending he was on the other side of the glass in the private hallway, I shimmied off the sofa, dancing slowly, moving my hips in a sultry rhythm that echoed the melody. Regina couldn’t take her eyes off me, her breathing deepening with each undulating movement.
Dennis was also captivated, his eyes locked onto my every action. Unable to contain his desire any longer, he reached out and touched his wife’s bare shoulder, his fingers feathering along her pale skin.
Perfect. I twisted around, sitting on his lap, putting my arms behind my head as I ran my fingers through his hair.
“Can I touch you?” he whispered loudly over the music.
I nodded, withdrawing my hands and continuing to grind my hips on him. Both of them reached out, stroking my sides while I continued to dance to the music. Sitting up ever so slightly, I removed my top. Allowing them a better view, I stood, shaking my breasts for them as I swayed.
Regina surprised me by reaching into the elastic of her skirt, playing with herself as she watched me. “Sit on my husband again,” she said.
Nodding with a faux smile, I slipped my bottoms off, leaving them in a puddle on the floor. They both shifted in their seats, and I could tell he had an erection. I sashayed back over to the couch, sitting in his lap once again. Moving my hips to the rhythm, I closed my eyes, pretending it was Tyler I was dancing for, before opening them, when I felt a hand slip up my thigh.
I lowered my gaze on Regina, who still had a hand up her dress as she stroked my leg back and forth.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” she said with her eyes on my breasts.
“Yeah, she is,” Dennis echoed. “I need to cum so bad already. I love your little shaved pussy.”
“Thank you,” I replied with a slight cringe.
I loved what I did, but now something was changing inside me. I wanted to dance and help run Luxe, but I didn’t want people using me any longer. For so long, my job was sex sex sex and I was cool with it at the time, but now it felt off . The more I thought about it, the more miserable I became.
Longingly, I watched my reflection in the window, hoping Tyler was actually watching me. I needed him and his support now. Time couldn’t go by fast enough. Finally, I heard them both moaning and snapped my gaze to see them locked in a passionate kiss while she had an orgasm, and he held my hips, moving me back and forth on his clothed cock.
Fuck, I just wanted to leave at that moment. Their hands groping my breasts only added to my discomfort. Closing my eyes again, I imagined myself on stage in Euphoria or with the only man I loved, having sex on the other side of the glass as we watched another couple together.
The door creaked open slowly, and Luke peeked his head in just as the man beneath me climaxed loudly. Luke hastily pulled back when he saw what was happening. Rolling my eyes, I stood up and grabbed my clothes. They reluctantly broke apart from their intense kiss and turned their attention to me.
“Enjoy the rest of your night and feel free to stay in this room for an extra thirty minutes on me,” I said with a forced smile, eager to get out of there.
“Thank you!” they both replied, while I quickly made my way out and shut the door behind me.
I leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. “What do you need?” I asked Luke, trying to control my annoyance.
“You looked pretty angry in there,” he chuckled quietly.
“Were you watching?” I snorted, slipping back into my outfit.
“Of course,” he laughed again. “I always keep an eye on the girls to make sure you guys are safe, but Ian and I wanted to talk to you privately.”
“Okay,” I responded, following him out of Luxe.
He placed a hand on my lower back, guiding me through the crowded lobby of guests mingling as we headed up to Ian’s office. He let me enter first before closing the door behind us. Ian was sitting at his desk and paused when he saw me walk in.
“Have a seat. He dipped his head at the chairs in front of the desk.
I glimpsed Luke as he made his way to the safe near the desk and leaned on it. “Everything okay, Mr. Knight?” I asked.
“Relax,” he replied, “this is a casual meeting.”
I nodded once.
“Since Tyler’s doing... what he’s doing,” he sighed. “I need to know where you stand and what your plans are regarding the club and potentially moving away. Will you continue dancing here? And if so, will you still be performing at Luxe? I’m not sure how that would sit with Ty.”
I flickered my eyes, thinking about all his questions for a moment before answering. I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss anything. “We’re staying in Boston. He’s running the fam from here.” I glanced between him and Luke. “I want to stay with Euphoria, and I’d love to be Luke’s assistant if he’ll keep me on?”
Luke nodded with a wink. “We can discuss it, but you still outrank me when you’re the boss’s wife.”
“Fine. But I don’t care about ranking,” I joked before bringing my gaze back to Ian. “And yes, I want to dance in Euphoria, but I think I need to just oversee Luxe with Ty without actually doing anything in there. He saw,” I lifted my chin to Luke as I continued, “how much I wasn’t a fan of being between a couple just a minute ago. I know the money is in private dances, but I just don’t think that’s for me anymore. I’m happy to perform in Blue for you guys when you need me to, but I think I much prefer to be in charge of Luxe without the personal interactions. Not to be weird, but Ty’s hands are the only hands I want on me unless I bring another guy on stage in Euphoria. The vibe’s different, I can’t explain it. Maybe I’m changing? I always wanted to settle down.”
“Okay.” He seemed satisfied with my answer, leaning back in his chair, lacing his fingers together behind his head. “Since you’re family now, we need to drop the formalities inside and outside the office.”
“Cool,” I smiled. “I can do that.”
“Now,” he arched a brow, “I need you to take off for the rest of the week and prep for the fight. We need you in top condition.” He sighed. “And if the night comes and you don’t feel ready, I need you to be honest and tell me, okay?”
“I’ll be ready. Nadia and I are practicing during the day all week.”
“Well, keep me posted.”
“I will.”
He rolled his chair back, standing and sauntering around toward me. “You’re dancing tonight on the main, yeah?”
Before I could answer, the door swung open, and Chance strode in with a big grin on his face. “I got Marcus Butler and Ashton Jackson,” he announced.
“For what?” Ian asked, stroking his chin as Luke came to stand beside me.
“The fight,” Chance responded with a scoff. “Marcus is trained for it, but Ash is supposed to play a fighter in an upcoming movie. I talked to the director, aka myself,” he said, pointing to his chest, “and I decided to film the flashback scene first so that if Ash gets beat up, we won’t need much makeup.”
“No,” Luke shook his head, “we’re not throwing that pretty face into a ring with professional fighters.”
“Hear me out,” Chance countered, roaming the room, “Marcus will fight him. Ashton wants to take some hits anyway. They’re both actors. They know how to sell it.”
I found myself smiling at Chance’s enthusiasm and glanced at Ian. “He’s got a point.”
He blinked down at me then back to Chance. “Fine.” He shifted his attention to Luke. “What do you think?”
“Okay but I’ve got a couple of real fighters coming to distract them from the dangerous game we’re about to be playing.” He looked down at me. “You and Nadia better make sure you sell it because we need you to annihilate Ivan.” He glanced down at his watch. “We better get downstairs. You’ve got to dance soon, and we need to be present.”
Ian took the lead, escorting Chance, Luke, and I down to the showroom. Just before we entered, I excused myself and entered Luxe again, changing into my headline attire in the office. Tyler was nowhere to be found, so I assumed he’d just gone into VIP.
As I was exiting the office, I almost bumped into him. “God,” I jumped back, “you scared me.”
“Sorry,” he said, wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling me to his lips, “I was taking care of something. I want to show you after you dance before we leave.”
“Okay?”
He laced his fingers together with mine, leading me out of Luxe, then kissing me again at the side hallway entrance. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Our fingers reluctantly parted, and he went into the showroom while I hurried down the back hallway to the backstage entrance. Amber was just finishing up, so I watched her for a minute before she paraded offstage toward me.
“Hey, girl,” she beamed, “have fun!”
“I will!” I laughed as the stagehand appeared with her money.
When the lights dimmed, I took the stage, feeling right where I belonged. “Home,” I whispered.
Confident, I sashayed around, my body moving to the rhythm of my song. As I reached the pole, I gave a seductive glance at the VIP area where Tyler sat. His face was illuminated by a passing blue light. A surge of joy rushed through me, and I couldn’t help but flash him a dazzling grin and a sly wink as I spun around the pole, using my toned muscles to hold on with ease.
The crowd erupted into cheers as I gracefully pulled myself up into an archer position, then smoothly hooked my leg around and spun while balancing solely on the crook of my knees. And when I finally unfastened my top and tossed it onto the stage, the room exploded in excitement as they got a full view of my bare breasts.
With a flick of my wrists, I gracefully let go of the pole and landed in a perfect split on the platform, eliciting gasps and cheers from the audience. As I simulated sex for their entertainment, I skillfully removed my bottoms, covering my exposed pussy with one hand, before climbing the pole once again.
Lost in the pulsing beat of the music, I felt completely free and alive. Money rained down onto the stage as I brought my legs out, twisting them around the shiny metal rod. With each movement, I could feel the energy of the crowd feeding into me.
While I moved my stomach in a sensual wave, a smile spread across my face as I made eye contact with individuals in the crowd. With a final spin, I scanned the room while moving with the music.
Just before I flipped upside down a final time, I spotted Nadia in the audience toward the back with a man I didn’t recognize. What the fuck?! I thought as I slid to the floor, stopping just before my nose touched the stage.