Chapter 5 #2
“Tonight, we have a real show for you. Madison is now exclusively at il Signore. So that means if you want to see her, you gotta be here. It also means you need to show her some love, because she is going to do something special just for tonight.” He stepped down.
The lights went low, and then the spotlight was turned on and Dante was blinded at first. Madison was nude except for a fishnet bodysuit. She had pasties and maybe a thong on, but that was it. The whole bar went quiet except for the music Madison danced too. Everyone, him included, was mesmerized.
She took control of the stage and demanded their attention, which they all were willing to give it to her.
Her eyes caught his at an intense sexual move, and he swore she winked at him.
It had to be the lights. Couldn’t it? The way she had slammed the door in his face at her place, he didn’t think she wanted to see him again.
Again at the floor portion, it appeared like she was crawling straight to him and looking deep into his eyes.
But it couldn’t be. He wanted to see if someone was behind him, but he knew no one was.
Then there was the fact that their position was somewhat hidden, but it was like she knew where he was.
When she did a fan with her legs into a front split and then a pull-through into a backbend, she ran her hands from her neck to between her legs.
He swore she mouthed along to the suggestive song while she looked straight at him.
He shook his head. His mind invented all sorts of things. There was no way she wanted more. Could she? There was also the fact that she would run in the other direction if she knew who he was.
Then there was the fact that he had seen her nude before, it shouldn’t turn him on as much as it did. But it didn’t feel right. It was like her body, but not quite it. It could be the fishnets making it look different. It wasn’t like he was an expert on her body after one night.
It wasn’t until she hooked her leg high up on the pole that he could see that he couldn’t see.
She wasn’t naked. She had on a flesh-colored bodysuit under the fishnets with what looked like pasties and a thong sewn onto it so it seemed like one piece.
He had been right. She had fooled them all. She finished up and left the stage.
Able to take his eyes away from her, now that she was gone, he could see that the floor was stacked high with the money that had been thrown out for her. It was sure to net them both a nice sum of money at the end of the night.
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Madison finished her set and went up to change.
In a normal performance, she did a good job at looking around the room to make each customer feel like she danced for them.
But each of her sets, her eyes had found Dante’s.
It had been magnetic. No matter how many times she tore her gaze away to work the room, her gaze was dragged back to his.
When he was watching her, she could tell it was his eyes on her.
Her nipples had gotten hard, and she got wet during her sets.
Something that never happened.
Dancing wasn’t sexual for her even though the moves might be considered that and that the patrons found it stimulating.
For her, it was moving her body to the music.
Her body was the machine, and she would test its limits with her strength and flexibility.
For her, it was the power and control she had over her body and somewhat the audience.
The way she used her body could cause a desired reaction from the crowd.
She headed to the bar to help Zoe out.
“Hey, that was a pretty awesome fake-out. You looked like you were naked.” Zoe wiped down the bar during a lull.
“Thanks. I wanted my first night to be good so I said to go big.”
“You did.”
Madison looked over the bar top, and there was a horde rushing towards her and Zoe. They got busy serving drinks. Madison tucked her tips into her jeans. Lots of the patrons were eager to get a drink from her and were willing to tip well. Most of them were harmless.
“I didn’t expect you to come out naked on the first night, but it was worth the high admission.” Eric leaned on the bar.
“Well, you didn’t see me naked. What can I get you?”
“You know what I want.”
“Well, we both know that’s not on offer, so do you want a drink?”
“No, I—”
“Then move aside, some of us want to get a drink,” said a man down at the corner of the bar.
Madison moved down the bar to the older gentleman who looked like he could be everyone’s grandfather.
“What can I get you?”
The night wore on and after they closed, she helped to clean up behind the bar and get it ready for the next night.
“You want to walk out together?” Zoe picked up her bag.
“No, that’s ok. I still need to get the money from my sets before I leave.”
“All right, I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“I’ll be there with bells on.”
“I wouldn’t put it past you after tonight. Oh no, I’ve given you an idea.”
“You have. I’ll see if I can work some musical instruments in.”
Zoe walked away shaking her head and laughing to herself.
Madison went up the back steps and hoped that Dante wasn’t there at all or if he was, that Enzo was up there too. She knocked on the half-opened door.
“Come in.”
Crap, it was Dante. She pushed open the door. He was sitting at his desk flipping through papers. Did the mob do paperwork? What Zoe said couldn’t be true, it had to be a rumor.
His blue suit looked good. What did he look like when he wasn’t wearing a suit? Not naked, her face heated at the memory of his body. She would never see him in jeans and a shirt.
He had taken off the jacket he had worn on the floor, and it was draped over the back of his chair. She had seen him on the floor both during her sets and while she was bartending.
But besides some heavy eye contact, there had been no sign of him coming near her, which was good.
At least that was what she told herself.
She pushed the door open wider. “Hey, I wanted come to get my money from my sets. Zoe told me besides tips, that we get a check every two weeks for tending the bar.”
“Yeah, that’s right.” He reached under his desk. “I have your money right here for your sets on stage.” He held it over his desktop.
She hadn’t expected it to be that easy. Or maybe she hoped it would be that easy. Her dreams had been fire, and after having the real thing her vibrator still wasn’t enough.
“Great. Thank you.” She didn’t want to seem like she expected a repeat performance, even though she kind of did. There was no point standing there like an awkward girl. She should turn and go.
“It looks like the sets went well.” She shifted side to side next to his desk.
“Yeah, I think this was the most we’ve made in a night.” Dante angled his chair towards her.
Her face heated at the memory of what they had done in that chair. “Well, that’s good, right?” Her eyes darted to his face. Was he thinking the same thing? Or had he forgotten it.
“Yep. It’s good for both of us.”
“Yeah, uh, right.” She remembered what was good for her, and maybe it had been good for him too.
Dante’s head tilted to the side. She guessed he wanted to know why she was still standing there.
“I forgot to ask if I needed to sign a contract or something.”
“Oh yeah, right. I forgot to get you to sign it for some reason.” He shuffled some papers.
Some reason? They had had sex in this office, and he called it some reason.
“Here you can look it over and sign it.”
Their hands brushed as she took the papers and her eyes jumped to his to see if he detected it too, but he didn’t even look at her.
She was sitting over here pinning for him and he couldn’t care less.
“You want me to do it now? Do you have the paperwork for independent contractors? I want to make sure I save the right amount for taxes. Don’t want to be on the wrong side of the law, you know. ”
Something like surprise and confusion flickered over his face. “Sure, you can also fill out these forms.” He pulled some papers from the file cabinet near his desk and handed them over to her.
She was going to make sure to avoid touching his hands, but he kind of shoved them at her and let go so she didn’t have to worry. He didn’t want her to touch him for a different reason. It was clear he was done with her and had moved onto the next woman.
Madison looked them over and signed the contract papers and the W2 forms. “Ok, here you go. Do you send out your 1099s at the end of the year?”
“You can leave them there. I’ll get them later. Yes. I can help you calculate based on an estimate so you can pay the taxes early.”
“Great. That would be helpful. I don’t want to do it wrong and get in trouble.
” She figured he would show her at some later point.
“Ok, I guess I’ll go now.” She went to walk away.
There was no way he would want to sleep with her again.
she shouldn’t have even bothered. That’s why she was just as surprised by what came out of her mouth as Dante had to be.
“I want to sleep with you again.”
Dante just stared at her, and she believed the sun was climbing up her face.
“That’s cool if you’re not interested. I wanted to ask.”
“Ok.” Dante nodded his head.
Ok, what did that mean? Ok yes or ok I’m not interested. Before she could get clarification Enzo walked in.
“Am I interrupting something?” Enzo’s voice was roughened.
“Yeah, you are. We were ready to discuss the headliner shows. What did you need?”
“It’s family-related.”
Madison could feel the animosity roll off of Enzo like a tsunami. What was family-related? Didn’t the mafia consider itself a family? Was that it?
“That’s ok. We can discuss it later.” Madison stood.
“No. We’ll finish it now.” Dante stood up. “Give me a second.” He strode outside the room to the corridor. She could tell Enzo was supposed to follow, but he stood rooted to the spot. There was a power play happening, and she didn’t think it had to do with “family” but was over her.
It was kind of made her hot, to think that Dante was laying claim to her. If that’s what he was doing. He could just not want anyone else to touch her and he was still done with her. She wasn’t going to be passed around if that’s what either of them believed.
Enzo stood still, but then walked out to talk to Dante. She couldn’t hear what was said, but Dante walked away from Enzo. Enzo’s gaze pierced through her before he turned and stomped away. Dante went back to sit behind his desk.
“Something has come up so we’ll have to discuss your show ideas later.”
“Ok. Great, well I’ll go now.”
“I’ll drop you off. I shouldn’t have lost control with you when you were here last time.”
“Right, yeah. Someone could walk in.”
Dante stood up and walked around the desk. This was her first time she focused on him. His olive-tinted skin glowed in the light and his piercing slate-gray eyes were dark with something that should have scared her, but instead turned her on more.
Why was it that Dante made her so hot and wet? Was it because he was her first? Was it always like this? Was this only him? Dante put his hand on her back, and her skin was seared through her clothes. He guided her out of the room.
“Ed, lock up for me and if anyone asks, I’m out. Ok. Alone.”
“Gotcha, boss.”
Madison followed Dante out to his car and was shocked when he opened the door for her. She didn’t know most guys who would do that. But she didn’t know Dante at all, so she wouldn’t know if he did this for all the girls he drove in his car, or if it was just for her.
Her stomach squeezed at the reality that he might do this for other girls.
It was clear he was experienced in the sex department, but a crazy thought flitted through her mind that she wanted to be special to him.
But she didn’t believe that he would do these things only for her.
Because of what pulled them together. At least what she recognized drew them together. He might have experienced this before.
They drove to her place in silence. It wasn’t weird, and there was no need to talk anyway since he knew where he was going and if Madison had read the situation right, she would be getting fucked again soon.
She squeezed her legs together. She was so hot she would come fast once he got inside her. But she couldn’t help it. She wasn’t ashamed either that she had tidied up before she left for the night in hopes that she would bring him back to her place.
Madison had taken care to tuck her latest designs away and hid her sewing machine and other tools. She opened the door and let them in. He stopped in the doorway. Was he just giving her a ride home and she misunderstood what was happening?
“Before I come in I want you to be sure that you want to do this. Last time, you said it was a one-time thing.”
“Last time, you said you wouldn’t have fucked me if you had known I was a virgin. I’m not anymore, so I figured it could be a more than one-time-thing. That is if you’re interested.”
“Spell it out for me, Madison.”
She didn’t know why she didn’t come out and say it. But this was going to be only her first time propositioning a man. “I was thinking that I didn’t get you out of my system and so we could be a booty call for each other.”