Chapter 22 Alaric #2
“It’s looking fantastic. We brought in some extra activities to join, special cocktails and, of course, our gorgeous girls.
Make sure to stay a while as we have a special show.
Enjoy yourselves, Mr. and Mrs. Parker.” She hands our items back and the guard unhooks the rope and allows us to step through.
Before we enter, security pats us down but doesn’t move to take our guns away as they know exactly who we are. We keep the illusion just in case he’s watching for anything out of the ordinary. We know he’s watching no doubt and we’re about 90 percent sure that he will be here tonight.
Once inside I notice red lights illuminating throughout.
It has a dark sexy feeling and soft mini white lights in the ceiling pose as stars in the night sky.
Looks like they had transformed the bottom floor to host the main event.
From what I saw on the prints, the second floor is where the dancers would normally entertain.
There are two different bars set up. The first one is larger and has a counter wrapping around the whole thing, in the middle are mini fridges, bottles of liquor lit up by lights underneath and at the top, red silk fabric decorates it.
There's the normal beer taps, well stations, cups, and whatever the bartenders need at different sections of the bar. The other one is up against a wall across the room. Music vibrates against the walls and there’re dancers stationed at different areas swaying their hips, giving their group a show.
Red and black velvet couches and chairs are scattered about with men and women sitting back relaxed sipping their drinks, and different poker tables are set up with cards already dealt.
It’s pretty crowded here but the vibe appears to be calm and sultry.
We head over to the bar and order drinks, needing a little liquid courage to keep the nerves down.
“Mr. and Mrs. Parker, so glad you were able to join us tonight.” Her voice slithers up my body causing my body to stiffen.
She found us quickly and even though there’s so many things we need to discuss and so many feelings swirling, I have to fight to keep from touching her, kissing her. We turn to face her and the air out of my lungs nearly evades me completely.
“We wouldn’t miss it for the world, Ms. Hansley. I really admire what you’ve done with the place.” Monroe's voice has an edge to it as she moves in closer to me, grabbing my arm once more as if she’s making a statement.
“Christina, I do hope your paws stay within boundaries and you don’t get too handsy with your husband.
You both should enjoy our girls tonight and have a little fun.
” Her eyes zero onto Monroe’s hands and I don’t miss the murderous look she gives when her eyes finally move back up to meet each of our stares.
Celeste looks absolutely stunning. She’s wearing a long black dress with a slit that goes all the way to her hip, the V-neck dips low to her sternum and the fabric hugs her body in all the right ways.
Her hair flows long and wavy and the side is pulled up with a diamond hair accessory.
Her eyes are smoky with thick lashes and her lips are bright red.
She has a thick diamond necklace, earrings, and bracelets to match. She looks absolutely breathtaking.
“You look stunning, Ms. Hansley. Can we buy you a drink?” I lock eyes with her.
I feel like I’m stuck in a trance, a spell casted upon me. I shouldn’t be so desperate to speak with her right away. I should hold a cold mask that I practiced earlier. Something about her makes the facade melt away when we are near.
“Careful, Elliot. It may be mistaken that you’re hitting on me in front of your wife.” She smirks. “I’m okay, thank you. Antonio will be back momentarily with my drink.”
As she says that, a six-foot-four muscular man comes up beside her handing her a drink.
Who’s this guy? I instantly tense up, ready to lunge if he even thinks to lay one hand on her.
She turns and gives him a smile and takes the drink from him and takes a sip before leaning into him, whispering something I can’t hear over this music.
“Celeste!” A man approaches, already half smashed. “Look at you! You clean up so well.”
“Hello, Hamilton." She gives him a soft smile before they lean in and kiss each other's cheeks. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself.”
“You already know I am, love. You do throw the best events. I love the poker tables you brought in tonight. I already won six grand, and the girls are such beautiful creatures. I can’t wait for the performance tonight.” He shifts, trying to keep his balance.
He must be a regular because if it was anyone else, there’s no doubt he would be removed and cut off. She speaks with him without an ounce of annoyance as if this is a normal thing for him.
“I’m so glad you’re enjoying yourself. Tell Miranda to pour you another on me and make sure you take care of my girls. I have business to tend to. Thank you all for coming.” She gives a tight smile before she turns and moves amongst the crowd with Antonio.
I peel my eyes away, taking a quick scan around the room.
We get notice in our earpieces from Beckett that there's no sign of him yet and we make our way to a love seat couch and claim our space. A dancer joins our area and sways her hips, brushing her hands across my shoulders. Monroe gives a little distance between us but she’s busy marking the exits as I did and then moving her attention to the girls around.
One catches her staring and comes up to her, giving her a lap dance, seducing her as the other does to me.
Helping us play into our roles, naturally.
I notice a man sitting by himself with his arms wide, watching and staring in our direction.
No emotion, no reaction, and once he realizes we catch him staring, his eyes revert elsewhere and takes a sip of his drink.
I note it and speak low for the others to hear me to keep an eye on him.
After about thirty minutes, the lights lower and a stage that I didn’t really notice before comes into view and the music dies down.
“Ladies and gentlemen," the DJ announces, causing everyone to stop what they’re doing and shift their attention to the front. “May the main event begin. We have a special treat for you. For the first time, let me introduce you to, Candace Lane."
The lights switch to a red hue and the music switches to Yukon X Up remix.
Smoke emerges around the edges and clouds the stage in a seductive alluring way, snagging your attention that something grand is coming.
The crowd seems to hold their breath, waiting to see who will be appearing in front of them.
You can tell by their body language that this is new and they’re waiting to devour the treat they’re being given.
I catch something moving from the ceiling and once I get a good view, a woman is moving gracefully in the air in a harness being lowered down to the stage.
Her body moves with the beat and lands gracefully, seductively removing the harness from her body.
She’s wearing a black studded bra, complementing her large tits, a beaded thong, and long-heeled boots.
Before I can see her face, she’s moving.
Her body sways with the beat as she makes her way to the pole.
She wraps her arm around it and thrusts herself up, legs twirling in the air and quickly curls around the pole, spinning in one fluent motion.
So graceful, as if she’s been doing this her whole life.
I feel movement next to me and Monroe shifts in her seat just as mesmerized as the rest of us.
Once she lands back to the bottom, her legs spread wide as she rolls her body forward.
Her body twirls, rolls against the pole, and she drops to her knees, ass on full display.
I know I should look away, but something about her body is so familiar, drawing me in to lean forward.
Her body is covered in glitter and she seems to have some sort of lotion that really enhances her olive skin.
She maneuvers her body and crawls forward, causing the men to cheer her on, throwing bills onto the stage.
She pays no attention to it as she prowls looking for her prey.
She looks up and our eyes clash and, in that moment, my body stops beating.