Page 28 of Pushing Styxx
“If that’s true, then when we check the cameras . . .”
“Cameras have audio, so we can hear everything that was said,” Styxx grunts, interrupting Harvester. “If I find out that you’re lying, it’ll be you that will reap the repercussions, not my woman.”
“We didn’t do anything wrong,” Mandy cries and looks at Harvester. “You said the rules in the beginning, and all of us except her have abided by them.”
“Those rules being?” Harvester demands.
“That . . . that we are to stay away from the members of the club. Lap dances only at requests . . .”
“What’s that got to do with Temptation being my brother’s woman?”
“It’s the rules. Everyone knows it.” Mandy fumes. Tears gone from her eyes, and her face clearly turning a bright red, even in the darkness of the hallway.
“My woman is not club business,” Styxx growls while showing Harvester something on her phone. “It might be a rule for you all, but if a member of the club wants someone, his brothers will stand by it.”
“Pack your shit, Mandy, you’re done here.”
“What?” Mandy gasps, looking on with wide eyes. “You can’t do that?”
“Video says otherwise,” Styxx grunts and looks to me. “Next time someone’s talking shit to you, you don’t put up with it. You call me right away, and I’ll deal with it.”
“I’m not?—”
I don’t get to finish what I was going to say. Not when Styxx moves into my space, curls his arm around me, and walks me backward farther down the hall.
“Styxx, brother, she’s up next,” Harvester calls out.
“She’ll be ready in a minute,” Styxx tells his brother without stopping from moving me backward.
When he finally stops, it’s at another door where he reaches out with his free hand, opens it, and pulls me inside with him.
“What are you doing, Styxx?” I ask, my voice no more than a whisper.
“You still have to be dealt with for striking a fellow employee,” he says, letting me go and grabbing a thing of ropes.
“What . . .”
Again, my words trail off as he turns his attention back to me.
“Top off, Hope,” he orders. “This last dance, you’re doing it tied how I see fit.”
“But I don’t show my breasts, but barely glance.
“Tonight, your dance is for me. You’ll do it as I say.”
A shiver rushes down my spine at the thought of dancing just for him. I knew there were people still in the audience. There always is until closing.
“I can’t get the top off by myself,” I tell him, quietly. “Diamond had to help me.”
Styxx steps behind me and unhooks the back of the corset, letting it drop to the floor. “You’ll have to dance in that another night. Now, put your arms at a bend behind your back and stand still for me. Do not move until I tell you to.”
“Okay,” I whisper and do as he says.
Within moments and with expert hands, Styxx has the ropes on both my nipples shielded by two portions as he wraps them firmly around me. The friction of the material and pinching is nearly too much for me to take. Styxx further wraps it downward over my panties, pressing it against my pussy.
“I don’t think I can dance like this.” I swallow, nervous and completely turned on.
“You’ll dance,mo chathú.” The certainty in his voice as he finishes is like a praise and something else altogether. Like his tone is a dominance all in itself with how he assures me I can do something. “Now, you’ll go out there, dance, and when you’re done, you’ll be rewarded for doing as you’re told.”
