Chapter 30
My heartbeat rose with excitement as I sauntered down the corridor towards the managers room at the end. I knew he was inside, waiting for me.
I knocked and cracked the door open a touch, leaning in with a cheeky smile. “You wanted to see me?” I said.
“Alice, yes come in,” he said, his eyes narrowing in anticipation of what was to come. “Please, shut the door.”
He stood as I shut the door tight and walked around his desk towards me. His hand brushed through my hair, the other running up over my hip and waist. His breathing grew heavy as his gaze slid over my body, following in the wake of his hand.
“Oh I've missed you,” he said, finally bringing his eyes to mine. He arched his neck down, his sexy smile dissolving as my eyes shut and his lips melted into mine.
He stopped and leaned back, reaching past me to the door and clicking the lock. “Total privacy,” he said, turning me against the wall and hitching up my skirt, his hands gripping at my underwear and pulling it down over my knees.
I felt like I was staring in a low budget porn movie as I stood there, pressed against the wall, my legs spread as Kyle unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. I could see the script now, or lack thereof.
Stripper walks into manages office. He turns her and f*cks her against the wall. Picks her up and carries her over to the desk and f*cks her again.
Tell me I'd be in this position a few months ago and I'd have scoffed in disgust. The thought of being a stripper, hell no. The thought of f*cking a guy in an office - sexy, sure, but that was never gonna happen. Who was it gonna be, Professor McNulty?! When did I ever screw anyone?!
But it was happening. It was all happening, right now in Kyle's office, right now up against the wall beside the door, locked to prevent prying eyes from discovering our secret.
It was forbidden, dangerous even. Any sort of relationship between staff and strippers was completely off-limits. A security guard had been caught f*cking one of the girls and he lost more than his job. Suffice to say he won't be siring kids any time soon.
Kyle's father was, by all accounts, someone you didn't want to mess with. Girl, boy, man, woman, it didn't matter - cross him and you may not live to regret it. The rumor was he was involved in organized crime, a relic of a bygone age where gangsters ruled the streets with an iron fist. My only experience of such violence was through films like The Godfather and Scarface. Truth be told I never liked them that much.
I hadn't met him yet, and I wasn't sure I wanted to. What I did know, however, was that Kyle was taking a massive risk with me, that secrecy was absolutely paramount if we were to keep seeing each other. He told me I'd be safe, that he'd never let anything happen to me. I now saw that side of him that had only shown itself in glimpses - that devoted side, the side that cared for me, longed for me.
Yet the gravity of what we were doing hadn't yet dawned. The passions that arose between us when we were together obscured everything else, made it all irrelevant. I couldn't fight it, couldn't resist it. I was a slave to him, to his eyes, to his lips on my skin, his touch against me. There was nothing I could do.
Kyle panted as I lay over his desk, my body pulsing. “You'd better go,” he said, leaning in and kissing me before stepping back and pulling his pants back up and straightening his shirt.
Had it been anyone else I'd have been pretty aggrieved. A quick screw and then off you go. Not with him, though. I understood the situation, the arrangement we had.
He checked his watch and grimaced slightly. “Its been over ten minutes, they might be getting suspicious”
“Who?”
“The guys in the control room. They watch everyone and everything in this club Alice. They'll have seen you come in and won't have seen you leave.”
“Yeah but I work for you, they'd just think you're, I dunno, telling me off, or talking about pay or something.”
He shook his head. “The girls don't come in here often, and never for more than a few minutes. Anyway, I have previous.” He stopped, leaving his words hanging without an explanation.
“What do you mean, previous?”
“It was nothing really,” he said flippantly, “it was one time.”
“You screwed someone in here before?” I don't know why, but it kinda hurt.
He nodded. “A long time ago.”
I don't know why I sounded surprised. When I first met him I thought he had probably got with just about every stripper in here. Since I'd learned about the rules, however, my mind had been set to ease. There was something about being the only girl he'd risk things for that was sexy. But no, he'd apparently risked it all before.
“Alice, you have to go. Now.” His voice had turned more firm as he glanced again at his watch. “Don't come here again, not here. I'll be in touch.”
I turned quickly and headed out of the door into the quiet of the corridor, the noise of the main club pulsing through the door at the far end.
I'll be in touch. The most comforting words a girl could ever hear.