Page 17 of Broken Rules
As I said, I enjoy the beast’s company.
FIVE
ROOM SIX
Afternoons are slow here at Vivid, so fewer Vixens pick up shifts, but lately, patrons have been flooding the main floor, which means I’ve been summoned yet again to work the front between voyeur clients. Did a new business open around the area, generating a crowd that decided to take their lunch simultaneously? Since switching titles to Red, being a Vixen is the last job I want. My ass belongs in the box, away from people.
One Vixen stares at me as I pass, another giving her a knowing look as if my being out here was my idea. I’m barely acknowledging patrons, so what’s their problem?
If that’s how they want to act, I’ll give them a reason to hate me.
It’s not my turn, but I drag one of the smaller chairs to the main stage as Gemma finishes her set, placing the velvet seat in the middle. Multiple patrons set eyes on me, and I smirk, glancing upstairs to the office as Jared walks to the window that overlooks the main floor. Today’s his first day as manager, and he sure looks the part, crossing his arms, widening his stance, watching me start a set, though will he intervene? Make me stop to prevent drama that could jeopardize revenue.
Go fuck yourselfplays on the speakers, and my lips widen to a grin. Oscar, the DJ, knows what I like. I tussle my hair, making the long dark strands fall over half my face as I wind my body to the slow melody, the lyrics guiding my sensual moves along the stage until the beat drops, and I take hold of the pole to spin around. The faster I work, lifting into the air, stretching my body, the more every man inches off their seat to get closer.
Landing on my knees, I arch backward, peeling off my sheer black bra as I buck my body, then roll onto my stomach with my ass in the air. Each hungry gaze makes my skin crawl, their thoughts screaming,I want to fuck you right here, right now.I grit my teeth, stalking toward a blond man with thick-framed glasses, and grab his patterned tie.
Eyes wide, he presses his palms on the edge of the stage as I draw him close to my face and fog up his lenses with a deep breath. He goes to take them off, but I drag him on stage, which is against the rules. Oscar transitions to a slower sensual song and a few people whistle as I stand, making my patron crawl while keeping hold of his tie, then drop his leash.
Stepping behind the chair, I pat the back cushion for him to take a seat, and he obliges. I cup his stubbled cheek, taking off his glasses, and he blinks a few times before his heavy gaze finds mine as he tilts his head back. Trailing my thumb down his lower lip, I stroll around, dodging his touch when he reaches for my waist.
I put on his glasses, both of our vision blurred, and I place my hands on his thighs, leaning forward until our lips are inches apart.
“You want to watch?” I ask, and he nods, easing his glasses off my face before I slowly dip, dragging my nails down his expensive trousers until my ass rests on the floor.
Spreading my legs wide, I arch my back, cupping my pussy as I rock my body to the song. His chest quickly rises, dick begging to be freed while palming himself, and I extend my leg, resting my calf on his thigh. Crossing the other, I turn over and brace myself on the floor, face downward, my ass pressing onto his stomach when I hand-walk toward him.
He takes no time touching me, exploring the curve of my ass with his thumbs, gliding his palm up my lower back as I wind my hips. Gripping his knees to draw myself upward, I straddle his lap backward, continuing to grind, and he moans into my ear while palming my stomach and tits—an intimate show meant for a private room, and no one stops me. Everyone’s watching at this point, including Gin. The rules have never applied to me, and they are all right. I’ll never worry about leaving this place because I’m Gin’s kid.
The song ends, and I slide off him, gather my clothes, giving zero fucks about the cash on the stage while striding to the dressing room. No Vixen approaches me as I walk to the costume rack, picking another of my scandalous outfits, then heading back to the main floor. Jared’s outside the curtain and blocks my path.
“Room six,” he says, his fingers trailing down my arm and landing on my hip. “Now.”
I’m on the verge of tears, needing to keep them at bay. “Employees are off-limits.”
He smirks. “We both know you don’t play by the rules.” Jared places his hand in his pocket, then heads for the back wall by the stairs.
One tear falls, and I quickly swipe it away, then look at Gin behind the bar. I stare deep into her eyes, my chest rising fast, longing for her to stop her flesh and blood from entering that room. The moment she turns away, tending to business, another tear falls, and this time I leave my sorrow, wandering across the floor to the private rooms as multiple hands touch my body in passing, and I give zero fucks. My body no longer belongs to me.
Standing in front of six, I stare at the closed door for a moment. I have the choice to leave right now. Leave this place—never look back, but instinct kicks in as I enter the room with my head high. There’s a white semi-circle sectional along the back wall, red drapes drawn on either side, and Jared sitting in the middle, leaning back with his shirt half-buttoned and legs wide open. He doesn’t say a word as I stroll closer, but his eyes roam over my body, drinking me in until I’m standing before him.
There are five crisp hundred dollar bills lined along the leather fabric. Jared takes one, folds it in half the long way, and slips it into the band of my tassel skirt. “One for listening. Continue, and you’ll receive more.” My brows raise a notch as he holds another in his hand. “Lose the top.”
“Why are you infatuated with me?” I ask, taking a few steps back while removing my rhinestone bra.
The next hundred falls to the floor as he flicks it between us. “Because you’re difficult.”
I saunter forward and slide into a straddle to take the bill, snapping the band of my skirt against it. “And that turns you on?” Rolling onto my stomach, I prowl toward his legs, open them wider, and purr, “You want to tame me, don’t you?”
He licks his lips, his erection bulging, and he lets out a low, gritty hum when I rub along his groin. “Unzip me,” he breathes. “Slowly.”
Staring into his steel-blue gaze, I try to find sweet Jared in those hues before he became a bully, but that guy left years ago.
Jared lifts as I stand, urging me forward by my hips. “There’s one thing you should know about me,” I say, shoving him down and pressing the ball of my stiletto on his dick. “I don’t fuck, or suck to make a quick buck.” Gripping his hair, I tilt his head back, and he groans as I lower my lips toward his. “When I’m out of the box.” I press a kiss, leaving my red mark. “I make my own rules.”
He grits his teeth, his chest rising faster the harder I step. “Is that so?”
Releasing my hold, I remove the bills from my strap, crumple them and toss each one at him while stepping back. “And if you ever touch me again. I’ll leave this place without a single fuck given what happens to it.”
