Fooling the Mafia (closed for RPkitten)

[Bevatoria]

Anders scowled at the newest applicant in front of him, his not hidden disdain making her even more nervous as she 'danced' in front of him, her thin hands shaking as they moved up and down her body. Whether it was from apprehension or about some of the 'other things' she had done during her youth, Anders didn't care; what he did care about was that she was definitely much older then her stated age on her application of 28 years old, and would not bring in customers.

To say nothing of being worthy of inclusion in any of his 'other' businesses. With a sigh, and after she'd removed her shirt, he shouted 'next!', and as if on cue Mike and Tony - his hired muscle - pulled her out of the room, conveniently 'forgetting' to include her shirt and skirt as they slammed the door behind her.

Anders sighed. That was the last person for today, and his father had insisted on him finding at least one more dancer for the club, and preferably someone who could be brought deeper into the 'family business'. At 32, he had risen faster and quicker then any of his siblings, closer to being his father's heir then anyone had at his age, but that came at a cost; results were always demanded of him.

It didn't come without its perks, though. This large, expansive private office was one of them, the classical furnishings mostly dark brown mahogany, always polished to a shine and kept perfectly tidy, if not by the cleaning staff then by Anders himself whenever he had a spare moment. The roof of the room loomed thirty feet above, plush carpeting and many antiques and pictures adorning the walls. It was a classical style, but one of the things the Mafia had not abandoned was its sense of fashion.

I'll just have to go short for tonight, he thought to himself. He'd content himself with finding someone tomorrow, as that was still two weeks until the big meeting, where they absolutely needed a new, fresh dance to impress a rival family. Anders' thoughts were interrupted by the large oak doors to his office being opened, a gasping man walking through them.

"Boss! I've got a walk-on that you just have to see."

"Forget it, Marcus." replied Anders, leaning back in his polished leather chair. "I'm not looking at another runaway who wants to-"

"She might be a runaway, but she's no mere rebel child." he responded, and Anders' interest was piqued. They'd gotten more then their shares of daughters just looking to get back at Mommy and Daddy by whoring themselves out, and while he had no moral implications about taking advantage of those looking to do just that, Anders needed someone who'd be in it for the long haul; there was only so many times you could force someone to do something before they lost their spirit entirely.

They needed someone who would push back a bit. Just enough that they retained some of their defiance while being asked to go farther and farther, all in the name of their 'career', which just happened to be serving the family.

"How old is she?" asked Anders.

"She *says* she's 21." smirked Marcus, and Anders knew that meant she was likely younger then that.

"Bring her in." Marcus nodded, and his eyes flashed to the last woman's clothes sitting in the middle of the room. "Um, do you want met to get that..?"

"No." replied Anders, and even his goons looked confused as he continued to speak. "If she's not a runaway, I'll want her to know what happens to those who lie to us. Let her know it's just a part of the business."

The business of strip clubs, to her. But to Anders, it was the family way; lie and deceive me, and we'll make sure you leave with less then you came with.
The doors opened, and his eyes fixed on the young lady coming through. "Welcome." He asked, not rising from his chair. "I'm Anders. I run this gentleman's club. And you are...?"

When her eyes darted to what the last woman had left behind, he smirked. "Sorry. That was from our last applicant, who didn't do as well as we wanted...we run a high class no nonsense gentleman's club here. If you wish to avoid joining her on the streets, I need to know why I should hire you as one of my dancers."

As his eyes (as well as those of the other 3 men in the room, his guards and Marcus) raked over her, part of him wondered if he should've just ordered her to strip right now and save the trouble. Still, even the ruse of an interview served a purpose, and it would do him no harm to not be careless at any time.

That's how he'd gotten as far as he had in the family.

"Don't let the presence of everyone else in the room make you timid. You'll need to get used to showing off more for a much larger group of people." He folded his hands together on his desk. "Why do you want to work for this establishment, my dear?"

 

[Rpkitten]

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"I'm Anders. I run this gentleman's club. And you are...?"

"Tanya. Tanya Fawn," the girl smiled as she slipped past Marcus' broad form and into the room. She was a slender girl with a lithe figure that stood at almost six feet thanks to the spiked heels that clicked at the floor beneath her steps. Silky brunette hair framed her face and cascaded past her shoulders. A black halter top concealed breasts far more modest than the girls who were gracing the stages outside, but there was a confident angle to her grin that showed how little that mattered to her. Her long legs, firm ass, and enthusiastic grace would more than make up for whatever she lacked in cup size.

Tanya came to a stop in front of the man's desk and stood tall, hair tossed over her back. She crossed her hands at the small of her back, just above the waistline of her tiny black microskirt so all the men could get a proper look at her. Her light brown eyes glanced at the discarded clothes on the floor.

"Sorry. That was from our last applicant, who didn't do as well as we wanted...we run a high class no nonsense gentleman's club here. If you wish to avoid joining her on the streets, I need to know why I should hire you as one of my dancers... Why do you want to work for this establishment, my dear?"

Her shoulders shrugged slightly. She wasn't expecting a real 'interview' so much as an audition and hadn't prepared herself to answer such simple questions. "Well, sir... this might sound a little strange, but you know that saying 'If you want to make money, find something you enjoy doing and then find someone to pay you for it'? Well, I never really felt like college was the right fit for me, and I like to dance sooo...." Her voice trailed off at the obvious conclusion. Her lips twisted a little in a smile and she felt the heat of the other men's eyes on her. "Plus, I like the attention ... which is good since I can tell your boys like giving it," she added to a chorus of deep chuckles from Anders' men.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Well, sir... this might sound a little strange, but you know that saying 'If you want to make money, find something you enjoy doing and then find someone to pay you for it'? Well, I never really felt like college was the right fit for me, and I like to dance sooo...." After a beat, the young woman smiled. "Plus, I like the attention ... which is good since I can tell your boys like giving it,"

The first answer Anders had heard before, but it was easy enough to tell when someone was being sincere about it. So far, this Tanya didn't seem intimidated at all by where she was, unaware of who she was really auditioning for, which Anders liked. The second answer was one who's truth would reveal itself in time. He continued to take her in, deciding he wanted to take a chance on her; she seemed to carry herself with a will and confidence that was what the family was looking for.

"There's no need to lie about your age, by the way. We are a...somewhat more tolerant environment in terms of who we let work here. But I need you to be completely truthful with me." All hint of welcoming left his stare as he glared right into her. "Now how old are you really, Tanya?"

Her answer satisfied him. "Very good." He tapped the table in thought, normally, this would be when he asked her to dance with all of the guys in the room, but the grace in her movements left no doubt as to whether she could do that, even *if* she might need a bit of training.

Still, if she was *who* she thought he was - a beautiful, isolated asset who could help him further the family's goals - he wanted to test her. And she had come here expecting to dance, and maybe start work in a day or two. But as far as Anders was concerned, he would try to throw her into the fire right now.

"Marcus." Anders motioned his trusted confidante to a seat at one of the walls nearby, as he turned his scrutiny back onto the young Tanya. "Occasionally, you maybe called upon to service clients individually." He nodded at Marcus, who was adjusting his collar in mock nervousness. "Show me what you would do if Marcus asked you to dance for him."

It was one thing to just strip for a bunch of rowdy, drunk males who wouldn't get close to you on the stage, or to do a private dance in a closed room. But to do a dance for one individual with many eyes on you was a true test for Anders, as he sat back, folding his hands in front of him while watching Tanya's actions impassively.

Well, almost impassively.

 

[Rpkitten]

Tanya nipped at her lower lip, a mix of nervous excitement. She crossed the room over to where Marcus was relaxing back into his chair, her heels echoing every sultry step. She stood over him and enjoyed a hint of implied power as she loomed over Marcus' passive figure. There was no music playing in the office, but the rhythmic thump of bass from the show going on the other side of the wall was enough to carry Tanya's hips swaying left and right. She plants a foot on either side of the chair, fingers combing up through her hair as she begins rolling her hips in suggestive circles forward just inches before the man's face.

Marcus' hands leave the armrests, coming forward towards her but she quickly intercepts them. "No, no, no..." she pouts softly and gently pushes his arms back down. "No touching," she teases with her lips close enough for him to feel the heat of her breath against him. In truth, she wouldn't mind in the least if the man let his hands run free over her, but this was more about performance than anything else, and she expected the other men in the room would get a kick out of seeing Marcus being kept under her thumb.

Tanya straightens back up and turns away from him. She runs her hands sensually down her body, over her breasts and across her waist still circling to the beat thumping against the office wall. She tucks her thumbs at the waist of her skirt and bends over, long legs held perfectly straight as she pushes the tiny skirt off her hips and down to her ankles. Her body doubled over and the 't' of a black thong peeking up from between two taunt ass cheeks hovering teasingly in front of Marcus face. She steps one foot out of the skirt, then kicks the tiny garment towards the face of the second guard in the room.

Her hips continue to roll in their hypnotic circles as she sheds her halter, pulling it up over her head and baring her small, pert breasts to the room. Slowly she begins to sit back. Her hands cover Marcus' at the wrists, keeping him in check while also supporting her weight so she doesn't fall fully against his lap -- holding herself just high enough that her bare bottom brushes the top of his zipper as her hips continue to circle to the music. She leans back, shoulder blades pressed against his firm chest, her head tilted back to nuzzle his neck as her ass finally presses down against his lap. She smiles against the scruff of his beard and can't help but giggle at the obvious bulge trapped against the wight of her bottom stroking him back and forth.

Her hands leave his wrists and dance up to her tits. Her eyes catch the third guard and cast him a smouldering look as her lips purse into a kiss before pinching at her puckered nipples.

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[Bevatoria]

Anders watched Tanya carefully as she bit her lip, before strutting over to the ever obedient Marcus, who was always a willing 'decoy' for girls on their first tryout. The young woman swayed her hips, before posing in front of his chair, her hands and hips moving suggestively mere inches from his face.

For his part, Marcus was able to restrain himself for as long any red blooded male would be able to, his hands moving towards the nubile woman's body, but Tanya locked onto his hands quickly. "No, no, no..." she whispered softly, moving his hands back on the armrest "No touching," she teased, close enough to let Marcus kiss her if she so desired. Anders inclined his head slightly; they'd fix that in due time but given her bold movements so far he had little doubt that there would be an issue with her giving up control when the situation called for it.

For now, she was, as she turned away from him, her hands roaming over her body aggressively before stopping at the skirt. Despite himself, Anders cocked an eyebrow as the flimsy garment slid down her legs, giving her the opportunity to flash her thong-covered ass right near Marcus' face. His thought came simply to him as she kicked the skirt at a guard; she really isn't wasting any time.

But her seduction was not merely about taking clothes off, as her body continued to move lustily to a non-existent beat, moderate bass tones coming from the club nearby her only tempo and guidance. A moment later, her hands went to her halter top, slowly stripping it off of her body as she was now wearing only a thong in front of the four men.

Braless. Perhaps I should always have her work that way. thought Anders. He continued watching her erotic dance as she leaned back against his number 2 man, her hands covering Marcus' wrists as she leaned back just far enough that her ass was touching the top of Marcus' zipper. He could almost see him groan; this lady knew that the devil was in the details for a lap dance. It wasn't about rubbing against any spot on a guy, you had to hit the right ones and she'd found one of Marcus'.

It was now that she pressed her entire body against him, clearly gyrating against his hardening bulge, her nearly naked body taking every opportunity to brush roughly against his clothes, her face against his stubble as she smiled, her hands leaving his to dance up to her breasts. Anders saw her eye the third guard as she squeezed her breasts, her lips pursing into a kiss.

Anders smirked despite himself; he was fortunate his guards were not mere cretins, to say nothing of the ever tormented Marcus, who was giving him a semi pleading look. He only hired the best, and those with control; one did not get as high as he did in the family without recognizing who he could trust. When called upon, his people could be as reckless and aggressive as anyone, whether it was in dealing with those who Anders wanted 'removed', or punishing women who had to pay for the crimes of others. If they could be distracted from their duties by any striptease or lap dance - regardless of the skill of whoever was doing it - he would've been dead and buried a long time ago. Roughly a half dozen times, by his count.

Still, it wasn't like they weren't distracted, so he decided to try to turn the tables on young Tanya for a bit; this would be the smallest sample of what she would go through if his plans for her came to fruition. He had seen enough in her during the past few minutes, in manner and in skill that he wanted her on board, and make her a 'special' project. That was, assuming she didn't object to this next part.

A slight nod was all he gave to Marcus, and his hands broke free of their white-knuckle grip that they'd been maintaining on the armrest, running up and down her torso as one hand latched onto a breast, covering Tanya's and squeezing it. Her squirming brought a firm rebuke from Anders. "No. Let him feel you. Remember, your client may not be able to control himself. You must be willing to let them take the lead on occasion."

In the safety of one of his private sanctuaries, Anders let himself get lost in the erotic display of watching young Tanya get molested, foreign hands touching her in tandem with her own as Marcus expertly manipulated her body, gentle touches running up her side, shoulders, and ear before he yanked her hair, with the slightest of motions, so he could hear her moan.

His other hand moved down her body slowly, massaging her stomach and then down her thighs, spreading her a bit more over him before moving to her thong covered pussy, brushing it with the slightest of pushes before teasing it down her hips, before pulling it back up; they did not want her naked. This was close to a routine Marcus had done before, as one finger teased Tanya's mouth before running a line of split down her chest, intending to draw her attention to her nakedness, feeling the moisture on her body.

Now, Marcus hands traded places, one moving down to her thong, the other latching onto a breast, pinching and squeezing it harder then she had while the other ran under her thong, his fingers running over her clit and pussy as Anders spoke at the young girls' soft moaning.

"This will not be your job every night. But, on occasion, you may be called to do this and more in the name of our company." Getting her agreement might be easier if Marcus hadn't started to finger her before moving his hand out of her body, both of his hands going back to a slow massage on her thighs while her own hands moved of their own volition. "I think you would be a huge asset for the family business, and you'd be able to move up relatively quickly." That was an understatement, but as direct and straightforward as Anders usually was he wasn't about to tell her *that* much. "The only thing I need to know is..." Anders paused only to let Marcus' hands stop. "..is that you're willing to go as far as it takes for the family."

That was hinting a little too much at his business' true nature, but if she rose as quickly as he had anticipated then she would know in due course. Plus, it was one of Anders' little games was to tell people something without them realizing it; it was one his underlings had quickly adapted to and tolerated. But as he watched the thong-clad young girl consider his question, he only hoped he was right about her, and about how much she'd be able to help and service him.

 

[Rpkitten]

Tanya gasped with a start when Marcus sprung to action, trapping her hand beneath his own and holding her firm to her breasts. Her eyes went wide and alert but Anders was quick to notice. "No. Let him feel you. Remember, your client may not be able to control himself. You must be willing to let them take the lead on occasion."

She nodded her head silently, not sure what to say but knowing her words didn't matter as much at this point as her willingness to submit. She allowed her tense muscles to relax, her body melting against Marcus. Her cheeks flushed and she suppressed a shiver at his caress across her flanks and over her breasts. She closed her eyes, enjoying the foreplay even if it was being forced upon her (perhaps because it was being forced upon her?). Her head tilted back, her mind blocking out the rest of the room and enjoying his scent... the feel of his stubble raking through the thin veil of her hair and against her cheek, her body succumbing to~~

"Ah!!" she moans out loud when a fist suddenly tightens in her hair and wrenches her head back -- wide eyes staring up to the ceiling, tits thrust out and her mouth hanging open and watering with need. Her already excited pulse doubled and her thighs pressed together as if warding away the fire Marcus had just lit within her.

His hands continue to toy with her, playing her like a lusty maestro. A finger glided across her lips which she was only too happy to draw into her warm mouth and suck. Another drifted down to her mound, causing her to whimper and moan her pleas as he teased her. She winced at his rough pinch of her nipple, but the spike only caused her passions to blaze brighter, and moaned a soft, barely audible yesyesyesyes.... when he finally glides under her thong. Her own hand slips under her bottom to paw at Marcus' straining manhood, letting him know loud and clear his efforts were appreciated. And as quick as her pleasure had begun, it is taken away...

"This will not be your job every night. But, on occasion, you may be called to do this and more in the name of our company."

Tanya looks back to give Anders her full attention but can't help but continue squeezing and stroking Marcus through his slacks. She had to be careful... she knew what kind of men she was dealing with. Knew how dangerous they were and would have to play her cards right. But at the same time she was so fucking aroused. More so then... well, in a long, long time. Which made it all the easier for her to look him in the eye when she answers "I can do the job... I won't disappoint, Mister Anders."

"The only thing I need to know is... is that you're willing to go as far as it takes for the family."

"Whatever it takes," she tells him, face flushed and heart pounding. It was an honest answer, one she hoped would win their favor. But also an answer with more weight than they, or their bosses, could possibly imagine.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Whatever it takes."

Looks couldn't tell everything, but Anders' gaze could tell a lot about the people in the room were thinking right now. He could see through Tanya's wanton lust and the needs of her quivering body to see the sincerity in that statement, as much as one could measure without absolute knowledge or a lie detector. She was a desperate woman, and meant what she said. Anders could also see that Marcus, as restrained and controlled as he was, desperately wanted for Tanya to either stop rubbing his crotch or to finish it properly, without a chance of him...well, looking indecent.

The slightest of smirks came to him as he could see that his guards, as well trained and impassive as they were always meant to be, wanted nothing more then to drag her to the break room and let her entertain them (and likely the other guards) until their shifts were over. But they knew enough to deny their wants, and obey their needs, which was to do what the boss wanted.

And right now, Anders wanted to get on with things. "You may get up." he said simply, the steel in his tone indicating it was not a request. He opened a drawer on his desk, taking out one of the second level contracts for an 'entertainer' at the club. He wrote her name carefully on the contract, sliding it across the long desk, a pen already waiting at the other side for her to sign with.

"That was most impressive, Miss Fawn. I've never seen anyone quite like you." He meant every word as he said it, letting himself watch her movements as she eyed the document in front of her. It was just an offer; they'd work out the finer details later but he wanted her sooner rather then later.

"The salary comes into effect on your first day of work. Which can be tonight, if you'd like...I happen to be short a dancer and would be willing to give you a thousand dollar bonus if you would fill in on short notice." Anders had some very important to him coming in tonight and had been unimpressed with his stable of dancers; normally he wouldn't bother with something as low level as this but the situation had grown in some urgency over the past few days as he learned just who was visiting tonight. Someone who he had to make comfortable in his establishments, who needed to feel safe doing business in the Family's territory.

Anders knew well enough that nothing was certain in life, but that preparation and execution helped minimize uncertainties, and he nodded at her reply. "Marcus will take you to a room to freshen up." And, in all likelihood, deal with the 'excitement' that both he and Tanya were still showing. Anders motioned to the door, the slightest of smiles warming his face. "I look forward to watching you at work, Miss Fawn."

 

[Rpkitten]

"You may get up." Mister Anders directed, and Tanya rose up from the chair but not before giving Marcus' lap one last pat and squeeze to remember her by.

"That was most impressive, Miss Fawn. I've never seen anyone quite like you."

"Then it's too bad you didn't let me finish," she teased while her light brown eyes glided across the contract. "I was just getting warmed up..." she muses and taps the pen a few times against his desk while finishing her brief perusal of the contract. For but a moment she pondered telling him that Tanya Fawn was just a stage name, but it was the name on her drivers license (you know, the one that proves she's 21...) and frankly she didn't think he could give a shit about that anyway. If push came to shove, his lawyers would have zero trouble pinning it all on this lying, dishonest whore and he'd be left alone. Probably a path he'd already walked a time or two... or twenty. With a quick, fluid scrawl Tanya scribbled across the document and slips it back to him.

"The salary comes into effect on your first day of work. Which can be tonight, if you'd like...I happen to be short a dancer and would be willing to give you a thousand dollar bonus if you would fill in on short notice."

"I would like that very much," Tanya replies with a mischievous smile, then steps over to another guard and plucks her halter and skirt from his grasp. She didn't bother putting them back on as she was fairly confident Marcus would just have her naked again shortly. Or she hoped. "Your puppies are well-trained," she commented with a glance to Anders' stoic guards, a hint of longing disappointment laced her voice.

"Marcus will take you to a room to freshen up."

Her teeth found her bottom lip once more, the fire Marcus had lit in her reignited. Her lusty eyes fixated on Marcus as her mind danced with images of his manhood finally freed, and rigid from a need she was all too happy to tend to. Even good 'puppies' need to bury their bone every once in a while... she mused wishfully to herself.

"I look forward to watching you at work, Miss Fawn."

"And I look forward to you watching me," Tanya teases one last time before leaning her back to the office door and tossing Marcus a come on already! nod of her head before slipping out.

 

[Bevatoria]

Anders watched the adventurous young woman walk out the door, Marcus clearly in tow, and it took no sooner for the oak doors to slip shut behind them then his loyal guards spoke up.

"Boss, can we follow her to make sure she settles in okay?"

He sighed audibly, it being fairly transparent what they wanted to follow her for, and he shot them both glares for not even bothering to hide it. "I need her fresh for tonight, not bowlegged and bruised after a few rounds with you and the rest of the help."

"Come on, she's walking out there in a thong and practically threw herself at all 3 of us...just let us loose on her so we can take that strut out of her step."

A mere flinch from him was all it took to take the wind out of their sails. "I have no intention of doing anything resembling that; Marcus will attend to her." He cocked his head and leaned back, indicating that the conversation was over.

He knew his guards didn't like being called 'puppies', and wanted to let that feeling of resentment fester in them.

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Always the gentleman even for those undeserving, Marcus held the door as Tanya walked out, not bothering to hide from her that he couldn't stop lustily taking her in as he led her to the elevator that would take her to one of the spare rooms. There was one on this level but Marcus wasn't sure parading her in just a thong was the best of ideas.

And, he wanted to have some fun with her that a private area just wouldn't be enough for. He'd been restrained with the boss watching, but knew there was no need for it anymore.

"The room's a couple of floors up." He smiled slightly as he looked her over again. "That was some show you put in there. Ever done that before?"

He nodded politely as she answered; the question did have a purpose but his mind was clearly elsewhere. As the elevator doors slid open with her answer, he stepped forward, brushing his arm loosely over her body. If she wasn't going to dress, then he decided she'd play his way as he growled into her ear, any hint of courtesy in his voice turning to the commanding tone he'd used so often before.

"Lose the thong. Now."

He turned to watch her get rid of her final piece of clothing before stepping onto the elevator, and he brazenly ran his eyes up and down her completely nude body. As soon as the doors closed, Marcus hit the "emergency stop" button and dropped her halter and skirt on the floor.

"Do you always strip at the drop of a hat for guys you've just met?" he asked teasingly as he moved in closer to her, grabbing her wrists and pulling them above her head as he pushed her into a wall, encircling both her wrists with one of his. "That'll serve you well around here...and could get you into trouble." Marcus enjoyed watching her squirm as his free hand went to unzip his pants, and lower his boxers.

"We'll have five minutes before the lift starts up again...and I want to finish what you started in front of all of us in there."

 

[Rpkitten]

"The room's a couple of floors up. That was some show you put in there. Ever done that before?"

"Not 'professionally', but sure..." Tanya answered with a smile as she watched the indicator above an elevator door track the cart's descent. "Danced a couple of times for boyfriends and stuff... once at a college party. They're the ones who suggested I try to make a some money from it," she added with a laugh, but could tell he didn't care one bit about her history. This was all just bullshit smalltalk to occupy her until they were alone.

No sooner does the elevator open than Marcus grips her tight and growls against her, "Lose the thong. Now."

"What? Here?" she asked, a little surprised he couldn't wait until they got to a proper room. His steeled eyes made it clear he wasn't joking around. "Okay...." she mused, then tucked her thumbs in the waist of the tiny black thong and peeled it off her hips and ass down to the floor and steps out of it. She paused, letting him drink in the sight of her fully nude -- just a thinly shaved patch of dark hair serving as an exclamation point over two lips glistening with dew. "All yours," she teased with an impish grin and offered the flimsy panty to Marcus dangling from her finger.

When the doors close, he springs at her, swatting her clothes to the floor and pinning both her arms trapped over her head. What started as a gasp from surprise is punctuated with a groan when a brass metal handrail lining the lift's walls grinds into her back, giving her a bowed posture that pushed her naked breasts out as if in offering to her escort-turned-captor.

Tanya gave her wrists a quick tug to test Marcus' grip, then a second harder one to see if the boy was just playing. He wasn't.

"Guess I really am 'all yours'," she observed with a hint of nervous excitement made all the more apparent by the sound of his zipper descending. She couldn't resist glancing down at his flesh. Her tongue wet her lips -- a feast dangling before her starved eyes to tease her but kept painfully beyond her reach.

"We'll have five minutes before the lift starts up again...and I want to finish what you started in front of all of us in there."

"Only five?" Tanya sighed theatrically; obviously her needs weren't going to be met... which was probably for the best considering the long night ahead of her. "Then I guess we better skip the foreplay and get to it..."

 

[Bevatoria]

"Only five? Then I guess we better skip the foreplay and get to it..."

"Now why would we want to do that?" He teased, his free hand moving to her wet centre as he enjoyed her struggles; she knew she wasn't getting away but Tanya seemed to want to test his limits. "Five minutes in here for you to get me off, one way or another." He traced her wetness with his free hand, running his wet fingers up the center of her body before letting her suck them, finally freeing her wrists so he could let her get comfortable; there was no sense bruising her up before her debut.

He grabbed both of her breasts in his hands, seeing them presented to them, squeezing and playing with them as he grinned at her reactions. Marcus' hands weren't always used for work like this; if he was squeezing or pressing on triggers, necks, or various limbs. He could tell his manhandling of her tits was having an effect on her, and, truth be told, on him too.

Even as he did it, he could see her eyes on his true aim, as he gave her another moment to reposition herself before thrusting himself inside of her. Marcus eyes never left hers as he pounded into her, the sounds of two bodies slamming into each other filling the small lift. He grabbed one of her hands with his, planting it on the tit that he wasn't pinching and squeezing. "Show me how you like it." He squeezed her hair and pulled, intent on 'making' her obey him even if she'd done nothing to resist so far.

Tanya used sex as a tool, Marcus could see. He couldn't get enough of looking at her naked body; now sheening slightly with sweat and spit, but still perfect, lithe, graceful, yet deadly in how it could hide its true intent, of how the sex was a deception. As long as she could use that tool for the aims of the family, Marcus knew Tanya could go far.

And where's the harm in enjoying that tool a bit along the way?

His breathing was getting quicker, and Marcus knew he wouldn't last long, and in between thrusts he tried to talk, letting go of her hair to support her while both of her hands played with herself. "You wanted...to fuck all of us...didn't you?"

Tanya's reply was just as punctuated in between gasps and breaths, so he continued. "If you had...you wouldn't...be here." He stopped thrusting for a moment as he felt he was close, so he met her gaze squarely, trying to make a point to the naked girl he was fucking in a lift. "But I wanted you the moment I saw you. And so will everyone else."

And with that, he forced himself into her as hard as he could, the lift would be starting up again soon and while he didn't care if anyone caught him screwing the help (as it happened all the time), Marcus wasn't sure if she wanted that. Not that he cared.

 

[Rpkitten]

Tanya's body slid into the corner of the lift when Marcus brought his body against the girl; her supple bottom finding a narrow perch where the brass handrails met. His well muscled chest pressed to hers, supporting Tanya's weight enough for her to spread her thighs open to him and kick her right leg up onto the rail. She grinned devilishly at the man as she hooked that heel behind the bar and drew his length into her.

Marcus surprised Tanya yet again when he snatched her by a wrist and thrust her hand back to her chest. "Show me how you like it." he grunted between savage thrusts of his hips and wrenched at her hair to demand a response. "Ah~~~" Tanya half-gasped, half-moaned. Her head tilted back against the lift's wall -- her palm pressed flat against her breast, grinding her nipple, red and swollen from Marcus' rough treatment, beneath her hand and rolled it in circles against her flesh. "F~~fuuuck..." she moaned in pleasure and looped her raised foot around to nudge the blunt back of her heel against Marcus as if spurring a horse to gallop faster. "Fuck...." she moaned louder. "FUUUCK ME!"

"You wanted...to fuck all of us...didn't you?" he asked between stabs.

"Y~yes... fuck yes... I wanted to fuck all of you... at the same time... any way you want it.... in my pussy, up my asshole.... I wanted to fuck all of you!" she moaned and mumbled, her mind drunk with lust and her building release.

"But I wanted you the moment I saw you. And so will everyone else." His voice was starting to quiver, his rhythm turning erratic and she could tell he was getting close... she figured one last little push would be enough to finish him. Maybe some dirty talk would do the trick before the elevator started back up...

"Fuck my mouth," she gasped out, her light brown eyes pleading to him from behind a thin layer of hair matted against her brow from sweat. Her upper lip curled back from her teeth in a snarl of lust and need. "Shove your dick in my mouth... I wanna taste my pussy on you and suck your cock until you blow your fuckin' load all over my face and tits... how about it puppy? Wanna fuck my face?"

 

[Bevatoria]

"Fuck my mouth," she gasped out, meeting Marcus' gaze defiantly as she kept trying to coax him into finishing, almost snarling as she continued. "Shove your dick in my mouth... I wanna taste my pussy on you and suck your cock until you blow your fuckin' load all over my face and tits... how about it puppy? Wanna fuck my face?"

Marcus pulled out of her, smiling wolfishly. "Only because you asked nicely." he grunted. With a start he gripped her shoulders tightly, forcing her off of the railing and to her knees in front of him, making sure she was in view of the lift doors. "I'm not stopping until I've done what you asked me to, though."

He let his eyes linger on Tanya's nubile body, intertwining his fingers in her hair, letting his other one grip her shoulder as she slowly took him into her mouth. It took Marcus every bit of effort not to roll his eyes in pleasure, the young vixen using every trick of hers to get him off quicker, so he let his gaze rest on her face, enjoying her eyes looking up at him while she knelt before him, naked except for her heels. Marcus knew this wouldn't be the last time she'd be with him this way.

Knowing he'd come soon, he started thrusting into her face, as hard as he dared without bruising or making her gag too much; there was no sense making her before her debut, even as he tightened his grip on her scalp slightly. It never hurt to give more incentive, so he tried to gasp out a few more instructions, knowing they were close to moving again.

"You'll be wearing....whatever you have on...when the doors open, by the way." His smile returned to him. "Until we get to your room." He enjoyed the thought of parading her naked and cum covered in front of the guards, and wondered if she did. Whether that seemed to make her redouble her efforts, or if she was near that part of her oral ministrations, Marcus knew he was near his end. "Ahhhh...."

He pulled out, taking aim at her face and tits, and released just as the lift started to move....

 

[Rpkitten]

Tanya must've sparked something in the boy because Marcus wasted no time pulling her from her narrow perch and pushing her to the lift's floor. She landed awkwardly with a thud, sure her right knee would be bruised. Her eyes wince and mouth opens to protest but is quickly silenced by a thick, swollen cockhead jabbing past her lips. It took her but a moment to adjust, hobble off her bruised knee and back onto her heels.

Tanya leaned in, pressed her tongue to the base of his hard cock and ran it up and down, feeling all the wrinkles and veins, the hard pulsing against her tongue and in her fist. He hunched against her and she smiled, licked up to the tip and sucked hard on the head until he gasped and shifted. Her body shuttered, forgetting her little bruise and letting her mind drift in the scent of her own lust... the taste of her pussy thick on his pole. Her fingertips found his balls, grazing them lightly before cupping his sac and pulling his flesh deeper in her warm, inviting mouth, relaxing and letting him push all the way into her throat before retreating.

The elevator began to slow, but Marcus' thrusts became quicker. He palmed the back of her head to keep her still as he plowed into her -- fucking her face until her eyes teared and throat went raw. Gurgling cries punctuated each stab, but she made no attempt to pull away or deny him his pleasure. She knew the deal... she was hired to be a fuckdoll, and anything less (especially with these people) would be suicidal.

"You'll be wearing....whatever you have on...when the doors open, by the way."

Tanya moaned loud her understanding, her lips sucking hungrily at what he fed her. From the corner of her eye she saw the lift's doors, perfectly square with her perverse, squatting figure. She knew what he wanted, and secretly hoped for the same.... for someone, or someones, to be on the other side of those doors and about to get the show of a lifetime! She reached back and combed her hair around her neck to drape over her opposite shoulder. A pornstar making sure the camera had a clear view of the "money shot".

She heard the elevator's bell chime and pulled off that luscious cock. "Come on baby," she pleaded lustfully and lapped her tongue under his dickhead while she pumped him furiously with a tight fist. Her other hand disappeared between her spread knees to grind at her button. "Cum on me... please!"

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[Bevatoria]

Her response to his command was more then he could've hoped for; Tanya's noises of approval at her degradation only pushed him closer to the brink, as she adeptly brushed her hair to the side, willingly presenting herself to whoever would be on the other side. "Come on baby," she asked, a haze of feeling consuming Marcus as her soft hand wrapped around his hardness. "Cum on me... please!"

Marcus shut his eyes briefly in bliss, forgetting about how his clothes were damp with the sweat that had soaked into them after his exertions. He wasn't thinking about how she could easily be manipulating him, using the oldest trick in the book to make him drop his guard around her, thinking of her as an object to be used instead of a person. He wasn't thinking about how anyone who found out about this might look at him afterwards.

All he could think about now was giving her what she deserved. Seeing her pleading eyes, begging him to use her, and her other hand disappearing into her own depths finally did it, pushing him past his limit.

So with the doors sliding open, Marcus couldn't hold back. "Uhhhh....." he grunted, letting his control go along with his load as he watched the results of his emptying onto her.

His first spurt landed right between her tits. With an inadvertent nudge upwards, his subsequent shots planted themselves on her face, with the last one grazing her chin. Marcus looked down on her, still breathing heavily, pleased with how she had pleasured him. He knew Tanya would end up doing that, and more, for many before her work for the family was done.

As if nothing had happened, he zipped up, looking to his right to see the stunned looks of two well built guards and a shift supervisor. Marcus wasn't embarrassed that they'd seen him at less then his best, their eyes were drawn to the naked brunette still pleasuring herself on the lift floor.

He bent down to pick up her discarded clothes; she wouldn't be wearing them to her room as Marcus decided on a new objective. When he'd brought her in to see Anders, he had wanted just to get her in. After she'd danced on his lap, grinding against his cock obscenely, he wanted to take her in her room.

Now, as he spread her thighs for her captive audience, he decided he wanted everyone talking about what they saw in the lift. They'd seen girls giving blowjobs before, and talked about them wanting her. Marcus didn't want them just wanting Tanya, he wanted them to crave her. To make Tanya an object of fantasy.

So he refused to let her rise until she satisfied her own inner desires, the lift doors staying open while he loomed over her, waiting for her to cum in front of the four mobsters. "You know you want to..." he whispered lustfully, kneeling over her.

Just how far would she go?

 

[Rpkitten]

Tanya shut her eyes and grinned when Marcus lost control and spewed his cum over her. A tiny giggle escaped her lips at the feel of the first warm spurt striking between her breasts, but then flinched at the touch of his seed spraying against her cheek and chin. She paused a second more before opening her eyes and spied the three gents standing in the doorway -- their dumbfounded expressions looking like a bunch of deer caught in the headlights. She suspected Marcus enjoyed showing her off lewd and cum-covered in front of the men, so she made no attempt to clean the thick, white lines of jizz from her save to catch a glob at her chin with the crook of a finger before it could drip off to the floor. She sucked that finger in her mouth, scooping the cum away with her tongue and gave the men in the doorway a wink for good measure.

Showtime's over, she figured and began to stand up, by Marcus' firm hand on her shoulder kept her in her place. "You know you want to..." he snarled with a nod to her privates that she should finish what he had started.

"Oh, I don't know..." Tanya teased and sat back on her bottom with both slender legs spread out before her. "These poor guys have been waiting so long already...." Two of her fingers plunged into her wetness, causing her to gasp and flutter her eyes closed. "Mmmmm..... they probably have important things to be .... uh, doing...." She purred her words and licked the fingers of her other hand before grinding them against her button. She gasped, head tilted back and deeply inhaled the scent of Marcus' spilled seed beneath her nose. "I bet they don't... hrmmmm... have the ... time to watch .... me do this ... all by myself....", her voice trailed off as she shut out everything around her except her own pleasure ... but wondered if these underlings would take the bait.

 

[Bevatoria]

Even with their professional detachment, it was hard for the men not to be overcome by their primal instincts as Tanya sucked some of Marcus' errant cum off of her fingers, their cocks hardening as she responded to his demands.

"Oh, I don't know..." started Tanya mischievously, as she sat down and spread her legs, giving an unobstructed view of her wet pussy to Marcus and their new audience. "These poor guys have been waiting so long already...." A gasp came from her as she thrusted two fingers inside of her, her eyelids closing erratically as she pleasured herself. "Mmmmm..... they probably have important things to be .... uh, doing...." She purred, licking her other hand and letting it run over her clit , a gasp coming from her as Marcus could feel himself getting hard again, the three other mobsters looking on in wonder as she arched her head back, thrusting her tits out towards the four men, her nipples poking out invitingly. "I bet they don't... hrmmmm... have the ... time to watch .... me do this ... all by myself....",

The supervisor, a rather uninteresting middle aged male to the untrained eye, looked at Marcus hesitatingly, who motioned to the two burly men still watching the naked brunette masturbate in the elevator. "Well, the lady did ask, and you don't have the time, so if you want to see the ending...."

The two guards looked at him, their hands to their belts but Marcus shook his head; Things were dangerously close to getting out of hand, especially when she was due to be on stage this evening, and one of their heads dropped in disappointment. Rondo, the other guard, didn't mind getting his hands dirty as he stepped forward, letting his eyes rake her body with a grin.

His hands reached out tentatively at first, trying to avoid where Marcus had painted her, still enjoying watching Tanya pleasure herself with him so close to her, the smell of sex and sweat permeating the air. "It's a shame we don't have time for more, little girl." he intoned with a deep baritone voice. "I'd enjoy seeing what my cock does to you."

With a start, Rondo quickly started fingering Tanya, his massive hand quickly displacing her own as two large fingers started manipulating her, pushing inside of her body. The larger man enjoyed her small movements and squirming as his other hand started mauling her breast, ignoring the fluids piled up on her as he enjoyed the young woman's body.

His deep voice turned menacing even if there was no real danger involved. "I didn't say you could stop, did I?" he intoned, forcing her to rub herself harder, to squeeze her tits more as she neared climax, enjoying his implied control over her, just as Marcus had.

For his part, Marcus watched impassively even as his pants betrayed his real feelings on his reaction to Tanya's public spectacle, as her body slowly started to buck and move, nearing its own desperate release.

 

[Rpkitten]

Tanya threw her head back and listened to her lusty moans echo off the hard walls of the elevator. The massive guard's fingers were much thicker, meatier than her own and he knew how to use them. "Ah, FUCK!" she cried out as he plunged into her drenched depths. Her body fell back to the floor, knees raised and spread out for her latest lover/tormentor. "D~don't stop...." she pleaded in a quivering voice as she felt the first tint tell-tale tremor. Her right and ground hard against her clit while the left palmed and rubbed flat against her painfully hard nipple.

"Don't stop..." Tanya repeated twice more, her breath growing ragged and brow creased before her body tenses and clenches around the guard's probing fingers. Her climax is punctuated with a long, perverse wail that rattles at the lifts wall's before her quaking subsides and her body relaxes limp on the cold, metal floor.

She groans once more at the feel of the guard's fingers retreating from her drenched pussy, then lifts herself back up into a sitting posture. "Goddamn..." she laugh lightly in disbelief. She'd kiss the guard if not for all the cum still clinging to her face. She combs her wet, sweaty hair back from her damp brow so he could see her smile and appreciation. "That really hit the spot," she laughed ... in more ways than one! "You'll have to know if I can return the favor sometime... if Mister Anders doesn't mind, of course."

 

[Bevatoria]

"Ah, FUCK!" cried out Tanya, the guys watching in fascination as Rondo started finger fucking her with no pretense or subtetly, only caring for watching her buck against his hand. "D~don't stop...." she continued, her hands busily working herself for the mobsters greedily watching her masturbate, her voice trembling.

"Don't stop..." she said again, her body tensing in anticipation of her approaching climax, saying it again and she seized up one last time, climaxing on the floor of the elevator.

Somehow, Rondo managed to pull his hands off of her with some detachment, but all four of them were hardening under what they just saw, wanting more. "Goddamn..." She laughed, brushing her hair back so Rondo could see her smile - maybe her first genuine one of the evening, noted Marcus. "That really hit the spot....You'll have to know if I can return the favor sometime... if Mister Anders doesn't mind, of course."

"What Anders doesn't know won't hurt him." smiled Rondo. "I'll hold you to that." He extended his arm gallantly, helping the lady to her feet before taking his spot in the elevator, the other passengers starting at her brazenly as the doors closed behind them, their expressions returning to neutral as if they hadn't watched a 19 year old get spunked on and then get masturbated to an orgasm.

Marcus had no issues with keeping up the charade, and motioned to Tanya, her clothes in his hand. "This way." Watching the naked disheveled brunette was still having an effect on him as he navigated down the hallways, letting her fall in step slightly behind him, her heels slowing her down just enough.

With a keycard, he unlocked a room near the end of a hallway, making sure she didn't accidentally lock herself out. They didn't run into anyone else, which was a bit of a shame to Marcus, even if he'd just put her on display.

The room was anything but spartan, with a four poster bed, a fairly large bathroom on the right side, pearl carpets, and dark mahogany furnishings. It was what you'd expect to find at a luxury hotel, all in all, and he tossed her clothes on the bed.

"Someone will be down with food and further directions. You'll be expected backstage in just over two hours from now." He started. "There are outfits in the closet if you'd like to change, and while some of them obviously won't fit you, there should be one or two to your liking. We'll have other outfits for your...performance."

He stood stoically watching her take in the room as she somehow moved with a grace and purpose despite her state. ~How is she so enticing in everything she does?~ After a beat, he spoke again.

"I'll leave you to it..unless you need something else."

 

[Rpkitten]

Tanya followed Marcus into the suite and paused to take it all in. This certainly wasn't some stank roadside motel! Her eyes glanced over the plush, opulent bed that dominated the room and was certain she was going to become quite familiar with it!

"So, I'll be performing in two hours, and someone will come to let me know what to wear before that?" she asked for clarity and leaned in closer to a mirror mounted on the wall opposite the bed. "Then all I need to worry about is getting myself cleaned up and wait. Don't think I'll worry about getting dressed if I'll have to change into something else for the performance... there's bound to be a bathrobe around here that'll do until then." She cringed slightly at the fucking mess she had become -- hair tangled, eyes lined with thin dark lines and, of course, Marcus' dried cum spread across her cheek and neck.

Tanya pauses for Marcus to respond and make sure she understood him correctly before exiting to the adjoining bathroom to draw a warm, and very much needed, bath.

 

[Bevatoria]

"So, I'll be performing in two hours, and someone will come to let me know what to wear before that?"

"Yes." came Marcus' voice, somehow back to all business mere minutes after using the girl's body for his own pleasure. "A chance to rest up before what will be a very important job for you." He knew that she had no idea what the stakes of her performance tonight, and truth be told Marcus wasn't sure *he* knew.

"Then all I need to worry about is getting myself cleaned up and wait. Don't think I'll worry about getting dressed if I'll have to change into something else for the performance... there's bound to be a bathrobe around here that'll do until then."

He folded his arms behind his back, having finally gotten his focus off of her naked body and on to what she needed to know. "There is a phone here if you have any special for food or if you need anything else; but don't go wandering about." His tone held a poor veiled current of warning to it. "This room has been provided to you as an asset to do your job."

With a curt nod, he stepped back. "I'll see you later." He turned around reluctantly and opened the door, knowing Anders would have his hide if he didn't start doing his real job soon.

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Roughly forty minutes later, a tentative hand knocked onto the door of the so-called 'guest' suite. He needn't have bothered though

"...hello?" The door slid open, and a clearly nervous young man wheeled a cart with food into the room, metal covers still protecting the food's heat. He didn't see anyone, so he called out again. "..m-m-Marcus sent me to bring you your food and refreshments..."

Randy didn't look it, but his nervousness and stutter hid his impressive recall, attention to detail, and the fact he *never* forgot anything. The guards made fun of him, and managers shook their head, but other busboys and servers had come and gone while Randy had become one of Anders' favored sons, a position not easy to come by.

"I-i-it's all fairly light so you don't weigh yourself down. N-n-n-not that you'd have a problem with that." Another unfortunate trait for Randy was his tendency towards...well, saying the wrong thing.

He carefully laid the cutlery and plates on the nearby table, waiting to see what else this Tanya needed as he poured her a glass of water; for all of his stuttering his movements were precise and practiced as he got her food ready. "I-I-I'll be bringing your outfit by soon, unless you need something else."

 

[Rpkitten]

Tanya laid back in the tub and enjoyed her brief moment of rest. The heat of the water enveloped her and seemed to melt all her tension away. With a deep sigh she allowed her muscles to relax and slip deeper into the tub until just her head rest back at its edge. In her mind's eye she pieced together the layout of the club from what she had seen so far and matched to what she could tell from spying at its exterior. She memorized fire exits, windows and where the guards were stationed. Patience was never her strong point and part of her wanted to sneak out right now to poke around the place... but she had to remind herself this was just the first night. Consider it 'recon' and just play the part she was cast for and not risk tipping any suspicions so soon. Plus, she was pretty damn sure the room was bugged and no doubt had a camera trained on her this very moment....

***Knock Knock Knock***​

She heard the door open and the wheels of a cart as it was pushed into the suite.

"...hello? ..m-m-Marcus sent me to bring you your food and refreshments..."

"Sure -- I'll be out in a moment!" Tanya called back and rose from the bath.

"I-i-it's all fairly light so you don't weigh yourself down. N-n-n-not that you'd have a problem with that."

"Thanks." Tanya stifled a laugh as she stepped stepped out of the bathroom and into the suite's central living area. She was dressed only in a black silk kimono-style robe that fell just to the crest of her toned thighs. A belt held the thin garment closed at the waist, but was comfortable loose enough to hand a quarter open and provide the boy's eyes a glimpse of cleavage. Her hands busied themselves with a towel wrapped around her head.

She looked him over and was pleasantly surprised -- he was as handsome as the club's other proprietors, but had more of a slender, swimmer's build than the burly men she had mostly seen. Plus, she had to admit, that shy little stammer of his was adorable.

"I-I-I'll be bringing your outfit by soon, unless you need something else."

"Well, your name would be nice..." she teased , accepted the glass of water from him and eyed him as she brought it to her lips. "I'm Tanya."

 

[Bevatoria]

(OOC: Damn stutter. Why the hell'd I go and do something stupid like that?)

IC:

Randy gulped as his eyes were drawn to the gap in the woman's short robe, as he blatantly stole glances at every movement of the flimsy garment, hoping to see more of her that wasn't showing already. His nervousness was only enhanced by her friendly, seemingly oblivious manner, like she wasn't aware of the effect she was having on him. His formal white jacket and black slacks did little to hide his arousal.

"Well, your name would be nice..." The young woman took the glass from Randy as he barely moved, a moment passing before he noticed her eyes were on him. "I'm Tanya."

The young man smiled despite himself, briefly losing what passed for his professional demeanour. "R-R-R-Randy." He kept setting the table, stealing glances at the kimono-clad beauty before him. "Are you sure you don't need anything?"

He flinched as she responded; it wasn't that she was answering his questions, but more that she was doing so in a way that seemed to acknowledge his existence. "Nobody e-e-e-ever asks me for my name around here...they just want what I'm bringing and move on."

"T-t-t-thanks for being nice to me." Having finished setting the table, he went to stand off to the side, but not after getting her chair out for her, watching her sit down in it, not quite stealing a glance down her short robe. Gentleman or not, he was still a red blooded male.

As he walked back to the cart, he made a decision, turning back to her. "H-h-h-how much has Marcus told you about what you'll be doing tonight? Anything b-b-b-besides the fact you'll be...um, dancing...?"

Her response didn't quite diminish the scowl on his face, and he looked down. "I c-c-can tell you a bit more, if you'd like...." At her questioning expressing, he half smiled. "There are advantages to people not acknowledging m-m-m-my existence...."

With sudden glances to his left and right, he moved in closer as if that would keep anyone from overhearing them. "There will be someone named Vincent visiting the club tonight. I don't know exactly who he is, but he's someone Anders has been trying to sway on certain business arrangements for some time now. They're apparently at some sort of impasse on negotiations, but he's been at the club every night for the past four days. Tonight will be his last night until he comes in for another meeting next week, and you'll be expected to...catch his eye." The young man blushed in embarrassment, as if visualizing what that entailed.

 

[Rpkitten]

Tanya smiled and thanked the nervous, stuttering boy as she slipped into the chair he offered to her. "H-h-h-how much has Marcus told you about what you'll be doing tonight? Anything b-b-b-besides the fact you'll be...um, dancing...?"

"No, not really," Tanya answered with a slight shrug and lifted her fork to spear an olive. He leaned in closer to speak, and Tanya arched an eyebrow in curiosity as his little stutter disappeared and he told her that some man named 'Vincent' would be arrive tonight and she'd be expected to 'catch his eye'.

"Oh?" Tanya mused and helped herself to another bite. "By that I guess you mean I'm to see to his sexual needs," she said plainly.

"If he's been here the last four or so nights, has he been with any of the other girls?" If he was as important a guest as Randy seemed to say, then surely he had sampled the club's treats before now. "Wasn't he happy with them... or couldn't they scratch his itch? Anything you could tell me would be a big help and I'm sure Mister Anders would appreciate you helping me see to this Victor's needs. So, do you know anything that might help me get a leg up? Anything about his tastes? Kinks? Or how he likes his women?"

 

[Bevatoria]

"By that I guess you mean I'm to see to his sexual needs,"

"W-w-w-when you put it that way, yes." he replied nervously. Even around whores and strippers, and bringing drinks to brutish thugs and supervisors, Randy had never gotten totally used to the language, or at least comfortable with it.

"If he's been here the last four or so nights, has he been with any of the other girls?"

As he poured her some more water, Randy frowned in concentration; he hadn't expected to be questioned while giving his information. Indeed, he was even surprised he had said anything at all, and knew that he couldn't just stay here forever, so he had to be quick and succinct.

"A-a-a-at least one every night. More then one last night." He responded.

"Wasn't he happy with them... or couldn't they scratch his itch? Anything you could tell me would be a big help and I'm sure Mister Anders would appreciate you helping me see to this Victor's needs. So, do you know anything that might help me get a leg up? Anything about his tastes? Kinks? Or how he likes his women?"

With a bite of his lip, he trembled as he replaced the cover on one of the dishes; Tanya's questions so far had relieved his tension at answering such intimate questions but even with as good as his memory was - nearly eidetic, although that was a fact he shared with nobody - it was another thing to apply the information.

"I'm sure it's n-n-n-no surprise to you that he's likely seen close to everything we've had to offer. From what I've seen of him, he seemed to enjoy the s-s-s-slower dances more then the longer ones...." Randy met Tanya's gaze expectantly. "Almost as if h-h-h-he likes it drawn out, being subtle as opposed to brazen in their teasing." Another pause. "He also seemed to favor women in stockings - he l-l-l-loved lap dances in those and heels." Randy gave it one last thought; inventorying every sexual taste of a man he'd never met was not what he'd expected when to do when he went out to work tonight. "I n-n-n-never saw him in his room but he also seemed to enjoy it more then the women....um..." Despite himself, he sweated a bit.

"...when they...f-f-f-fought back a bit." He looked down. "I remember him threatening to t-t-tie one of them up if they wouldn't do what he wanted, and when she bowed her head he seemed to lose interest. Not that he didn't, um....use her a bit, but if she just submitted to him he'd be done with them quickly, and gone for the night."

At her response, Randy decided he'd still better clear one thing up quickly. "Um, I'd actually appreciate it if you didn't mention this to Anders or Marcus..." He smiled a bit despite himself. "It's not that they don't want you to k-k-k-know what to do, more about...being selective about how much to share. Maybe not wanting us to know everything." Randy shrugged.