Page 4 of Ravaged By the Dark (The Righteous 2)
Arek pulled the black Porsche into the VIP valet and tossed the keys to the kid working. He’d seen him before and knew he could be trusted with his little lady. All his vehicles were sexy, but there was a special spot in his heart for his 911 GT1. She was barely road legal, and he looked mint driving it.
Arek held out his fist for the bouncer standing watch outside the door to touch his knuckles. The corner of the bouncer’s mouth curled up as the very serious man returned the gesture. It took time, but he had finally won the big man over. He strutted into the club, his feet already moving to the music.
“Back again already?” the attractive maître d’ said as he grinned at her. He slowed his pace and proceeded to lean on her wooden stand.
She was topless, her pert breasts and hard nipples deliciously on display. All the women that worked here were topless, but unlike the dancers and servers, she wore a conservative knee-length skirt and black stilettos that added a good six inches to her height.
“Where else would I go when all my favorite ladies are here?” He reached out and lifted up the pendant hanging around her neck. It was a symbol that she was to be admired but not touched.
“How did you get to be so lucky?” His eyebrow raised in question.
She took a small step back, forcing him to drop the bright red piece.
“Wouldn’t you like to know? Come in before you get into trouble. Are you planning on fighting with anyone tonight?” she asked over her shoulder as she led him to the reserved table.
“Only if they deserve it.” He flashed a smile that would melt any woman’s panties and was rewarded with a blush in return.
“Here you go, one of the servers will be with you shortly.” She laid a small black menu down on the table and left the way they’d come.
He slid into the dark booth and pushed his way around until he had a clear view of the stage. The place permanently smelled of leather, sweat, cigarettes, and alcohol. He took a deep breath. The place smelled like home. His mother would kill him if he said that to her. Pulling his cigarettes out from his suit jacket, he lit one up and leaned back, enjoying the view. Women of every shape, color, and creed walked around—their scantily clad bodies glittering in the light. Heaven, pure heaven.
“Hello again.” The server that stepped up to the table gave him a wink, her red curls falling around her shoulders and accentuating the gold outfit and gold contacts she was wearing. “Do you want your usual, or would you like to try something else,” she asked, her eyes saying exactly what she’d prefer to give him as they fixated on the open V of his dress shirt.
He leaned on his forearms and flashed his signature smile. “Just the usual, darling, but you never know what the night may hold.”
Her eyes lit up at the suggestion, and she quickly turned and trotted away to get him his food and drink. He was far from celibate, but there was a code when it came to the girls in a place like this. If you wanted to come in and have some fun, any one of them would be happy to take you to the more private VIP area, but if you wanted to dip your stick on a more permanent basis… you didn’t go putting that stick anywhere near any of the other girls that worked here. That was just bad taste and highly insulting.
“Here you go. Food will be out shortly.”
He gave the waitress a smile and took a sip of his drink.
As the music changed, the next act was announced. The animal sounds and music started as the back wall lit up with a scene from the movie Bambi. He was pretty sure that was illegal, but he didn’t care. He’d seen this act so many times he could recite it by heart. The sound of a gun banged, and the stage went dark. When the spotlight came back on, there she was. His heart beat faster as his cock instantly hardened, making him adjust himself. Bambi was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.
Her mocha skin was painted like a baby deer with white spots that sparkled almost as much as her aqua blue eyes. The color was all hers too. She didn’t need any fancy contacts to melt a man on the spot.
All the men in the place stopped moving, the women sitting on their laps forgotten as they stared at the stage with undivided attention. Bambi wore nothing but a tiny thong that blended in with her skin color, giving the impression she was indeed fully naked. Bambi slowly lifted her head, those amazing eyes batting innocently at the crowd. She gazed around the room, looking exactly like the lost animal she was portraying when her eyes locked with his.
Arek froze like he was the deer in the headlights.
She’d never given him more than a glance, but she wasn’t looking away now, and he wasn’t going to do it first. The curves of her body were stunning, her dark nipples hard, and all he could picture was laying her out and sucking on each one until she screamed his name.
He shifted in his seat, the strain in his pants painful and forcing him to give his cock a discreet squeeze to ease the building tension. The music shifted, and as it did, she leapt in the air with all the grace of a deer and gripped the pole with one arm. She twirled around and held poses that defied gravity, and he found himself hanging out of his booth, mesmerized by her beauty.
She didn’t only use the pole. That was what made her dances so unique. Bambi could actually dance like a Goddess. The graceful moves she performed could land her on any big stage she wanted. That was why this room of fucks came to see her. They came for the performance because Bambi transported them from their shithole lives to a different world.
Money was being thrown on the stage in large amounts even though she never touched a single spectator.
The show ended, and Bambi disappeared into the darkness. But before she was completely out of sight, she peeked over her shoulder at him once more—their eyes connecting for a brief moment. Then like the skittish animal she mimicked, she slipped out of his sight. His heart sank, his pulse slowing with his disappointment. She only ever did one twenty-minute set, she never did an encore, and she never mingled with the crowd. He’d waited so many nights in hopes that she would, but again his hopes were dashed.
Waving over the server that had been attending to him, he said, “I’m going to cancel the food order. You can have this for your trouble.” He placed the large tip in her hand, giving the server three times the needed payment.
“Leaving so soon,” she asked as she batted her eyes at him.
“Sorry darling, I have places to be. Until next time.” He gave her a wink and marched out the door. Bambi would be getting ready to leave, creating that sweet, perfect persona she had while on stage would take a minute to undo, but he’d be ready when she did.
