CHAPTER FIFTEEN #2
“I’m not sure I’m her favorite person right now…”
He gave me an assessing look. “I like you, Lancaster, but if you do anything to hurt that sweet girl, I will personally kick your ass. She’s the nicest woman I think we’ve ever had working here. Everyone loves her. She’s a fucking ray of sunshine. So, don’t mess her up.”
I nodded, clenching my jaw. Part of me wanted to throw a punch at Nico’s stupidly handsome face for even suggesting that I’d hurt Daisy on purpose.
The other part took one look at his clenched fist, with tattoos covering much of it, and thought I probably wouldn’t walk away the victor from that fight.
***
Nico and I sat at what was clearly the best table in Sugar.
I looked around in awe. This was not like any strip club I’d ever been to.
It was luxurious, glamorous even. The women onstage were fucking gorgeous, but they were classy, too.
And the hostesses, as Nico called the waitresses, were ridiculously hot.
They wore black halter tops, micro mini skirts, fishnet hose, and stiletto heels.
Their hair was pulled back from their faces in a tight ponytail, and they wore a good bit of makeup.
They were hot as fuck.
I swallowed hard as I looked around for Daisy.
An absolutely gorgeous Latina hostess who looked a hell of a lot like Sofia Vergara walked over. “Good evening,” she said, like a pro, “what can I get you gentlemen tonight?”
“Jack, this is Gloriana. Everyone calls her Glory. She’s one of our most popular hostesses, and she’s one of Daisy’s roommates at Cinnamon House.”
Glory got a mischievous smile on her face. “Daisy, huh?”
I didn’t know what to say to that.
“Nice to have you with us, Jack.” She looked at Nico.
“I’m guessing you’d like Daisy to service this table tonight?
” She made it sound filthy, as if Daisy was about to come blow both of us under the table.
I got hard at the thought and tried to think of unsexy things.
That was difficult given the fact Glory had leaned over to talk to Nico, and her very impressive tits were pushed up to an almost obscene level.
Oh my God. Daisy was going to be wearing that same thing.
“I’ll be back with some drinks for y’all. Daisy’s with a few tables right this minute. I’ll take over as soon as I can and send her your way.” She winked at me and let her eyes drop to my crotch. “Nice to meet you.” I couldn’t help watching her ass sway as she walked away.
“My God,” I said. “Where do you find these women?”
He chuckled. “Glory’s something else, huh? She’s our most popular hostess. Daisy’s next.”
“What do you mean by most popular?” A wave of jealousy hit me hard.
“Most requested. The guys come here to hang out, talk, drink, watch the girls dance, and flirt with the hostesses. Then they either hit the VIP rooms or go next door to Cayenne to fuck.”
I felt myself go pale. “You mean Daisy goes to the VIP rooms…”
He laughed. “Hell, no. Neither does Glory. I think it’s one of the reasons they’re so popular.
They’re unattainable. Guys cop a feel, get a little too friendly, all of that.
But we have bouncers,” he gestured to some big, very scary-looking dudes standing in specific areas in bespoke suits with earpieces in.
“They take care of anything that needs to be taken care of. We have even more downstairs in Cayenne. Everyone’s well protected here.
” His blue eyes locked on mine. “But women like Daisy and Glory? They can take care of themselves. They’re pros.
They know just how to flirt to get great tips and have a good time with the guys without getting pawed.
Carmen always has new girls shadow the two of them when they first start here. ”
I heard some laughter at a table nearby and glanced over.
I did a double take. Daisy was sitting in some guy’s lap, throwing her head back and laughing.
Then, while I watched, she expertly spun off his lap, stood up, planted a kiss on his cheek, and walked away with a little wave over her shoulder.
All the guys at the table watched her go, and it was clear that they’d all love to take her home tonight.
Over my dead body.
“Relax,” Nico read my body language. “Daisy doesn’t fuck around with the patrons.”
My head jerked around at that. “You’re sure?” I didn’t like her sitting in that guy’s lap.
“Yeah. She’s the quintessential good girl. Carmen’s actually a little worried about that leading up to the auction. She’s afraid that all the guys see her as too much of the girl next door and not enough like the sexy bombshell type. She’s got a plan, though.”
Before I could ask about the plan, Daisy was walking towards us.
My mouth went dry as I watched her. The tops of her breasts bounced enticingly above the halter neckline, and I was reminded of how well-endowed she was.
Her waist was small, but her hips balanced out her chest well, and, as always, her ass was magnificent. I wanted to bite it.
Her eyes were on Nico, giving him the smile I wanted. I saw, as if in slow motion, when her emerald eyes moved over to me. She bobbled, her tray shaking a bit, and her smile dimmed just for a moment.
Then she was back to herself again. Almost. I could see the difference in her eyes. I bet she wanted to know what I was doing here.
She walked up to us. “Hello,” she said. “Glory tells me you wanted me over here tonight, Mr. Salazar.”
He grinned lazily, his eyes taking her in from head to toe.
I wanted to kick him under the table. “Yes. Daisy, I want you to meet Jack Lancaster. We’re looking forward to welcoming him as a new member soon.
I know you’ll show him a nice time tonight.
Mr. Lancaster toured Cayenne a couple of weeks ago, but tonight he’d like to check out the VIP rooms here in Sugar.
I told him you’d be the perfect candidate. ”
Her smile seemed nervous to me. “I’ll do my best.”
“I’m sure you will. You’ll be Jack’s personal hostess to show him around and explain what happens in the VIP rooms.” He turned to me.
“In Cayenne,” he explained, “there’s a two drink limit.
There’s not a limit in the VIP rooms or in Sugar in general.
In fact, to make sure Daisy is the best possible hostess for you, I’ve relaxed our no drinking policy for her. ”
That was good considering I’d gone well past that already. I studied Daisy. How did she feel about being my personal hostess? Had she known ahead of time? Or did Nico spring this on her?
“Daisy will make sure your drink stays refreshed.” He looked at Daisy. “And you’ll make sure Mr. Lancaster has a very nice time, won’t you, Daze?”
She gave a sexy smile, one I’d never seen before, and said, “Of course.”
“I knew I could count on you. Remember, this will help with that issue Carmen was talking with you about as well,” he said giving her a quick wink and a genuine smile.
If anything, I could tell that made her a bit more nervous.
“Sit down with us, please, Daisy. And have a drink.”
Her eyebrows went up, but she did as he asked. He motioned for Glory to come back over. “Bring Daisy whatever she’d like as well, Glory.”
Glory gave Daisy a private smile. “Chardonnay? Or Pinot?”
“Something stronger,” Nico insisted, causing both women to turn and look at him.
Daisy laughed. “Honestly? I don’t often drink anything stronger than wine. Just order me something you think I’d like,” she said to Nico. “Or just ask Nora,” she amended. “She’ll know what I would want.”
“Will do, honeydew,” Glory said and sashayed off.
“Nora’s one of our best bartenders,” Nico explained to me. “And she’s one of Glory and Daisy’s roommates.”
I knew what this meant now. The girls Carmen put at Cinnamon House were girls who were going to be featured in the auction at some point.
“Let’s relax and watch Madeline,” Nico suggested resting back in his chair and watching the stage as he drank.
“Oh, you’ll love Madeline,” Daisy said, and I thought I detected a hint of jealousy in her voice. At least I hoped I did. Jealousy meant that maybe she still liked me a bit after all. “All the guys do.”
“That we do, sweetheart,” Nico said.
Suddenly the lights dimmed and the stage lighting got massively brighter. The strains of DMX’s “Party Up” blared from the loudspeakers, changing the upscale vibe of the club a bit. The other dancers had danced to slow, sexy jazz beats.
Not this one.
A spotlight shone on a stunning blonde in a skimpy, sexy version of a little black dress a girl would wear clubbing.
She was perched on the stage knees closed weight rested on her very high heels.
After a couple of beats of the light shining down on her, she moved into action, spreading her legs wide and showing her crotch before doing a sexy body roll up to a standing position.
She then gripped the pole with one leg as she swung herself around, showing tremendous strength as she twisted herself into Cirque du Soleil worthy positions while still twirling around the pole.
She then flung herself off the pole, landing perfectly on her heels at the same time she ripped off her breakaway top, revealing a set of truly amazing breasts.
“My God,” I breathed. They were huge but perky, round and perfect.
Yet they were obviously real. Her long, platinum blonde hair swung freely in a curtain around her shoulders and down her back.
The rest of her body was quite thin, bordering on skinny, though she had a nice ass.
She looked… kind of like a real live Barbie doll.
Except this Barbie was filthy. The moves this girl did? They were X-rated for sure. No one could take their eyes off her, and she clearly loved it, eating up the attention.
Nico didn’t even say anything, just clutched his drink as he watched her set. “Party Up” played twice through before switching to “One More Road,” as a male stripper came out to join her onstage.
The two of them basically fucked onstage to a perfectly choreographed routine to the slower, sexier, dirtier song.
“Are they…”
“Not allowed to,” Nico answered quickly. “But they come pretty damn close, I think.”
I was almost certain it was real, but Daisy shook her head. “No, Madeline’s just that good with choreography. She can make it look very real.”
“That steel pipe in his pants is real, I can tell you that much,” Nico said, adjusting his own crotch.
“Ah. I’m always glad to visit Cayenne after seeing one of Madeline’s sets.
” He winked at Daisy. “If I disappear for a bit, you can handle helping Jack out on the tour of the VIP rooms can’t you, sweetheart? I’ll drop y’all off on my way.”
Daisy’s eyes widened, but she quickly recovered. “Of course.”
He stood up and offered Daisy a hand. “Join us, Jack.”
I followed the two of them, hating the way Nico’s hand dropped to the small of Daisy’s back as he walked her towards a door along the back of the club. It was guarded by one of the biggest dudes I’d ever seen.
“This door,” Nico explained, “is a shortcut for VIPs. It’s a back entrance that runs the length of all four clubs and the twins’ restaurant Salt. That way we can get to where we need to go in a hurry.”
The bouncer smiled at Nico… or maybe it was Daisy… and opened the heavy wooden door for us after punching in a code. “This is how you enter Cayenne from Sugar,” Nico explained.
We walked in, and my jaw immediately hit the floor. I looked over at Daisy. Her lips were parted and her cheeks were pink as her eyes moved around, taking in the sights.
“Welcome to Cayenne,” Nico said, waving an expansive arm around the massive room.
“But let’s get y’all back to the VIP rooms before I, ah, have some fun myself.
Let’s go down this hallway,” he gestured to a luxurious hallway, dimly lit by crystal chandeliers, and pushed open one of the many doors in what I assumed was the VIP area of Sugar.
“We’ve got this room all ready for y’all,” he said, a mischievous smile on his face.