Chapter 10

Kitty.

By Friday night, I was wondering if Squatch had been told not to work at Blaze anymore since we were dating. This wasn’t the message I’d thought Mad Dog was sending me, but I hadn’t seen Squatch at work all week.

However, he showed up around ten that night, worked the door until two, and then went into Bobcat’s office.

I caught his scent here and there most of the night. A woman in a bachelorette party who must’ve plastered herself across him smelled so strongly of him, I gave her a mini-lapdance on one of the sofas in the main room, just so I could smell more of him.

Once he went into Bobcat’s office, I didn’t think it was a good idea to bother him.

Still, I couldn’t help but watch that general direction while I danced and flirted my way through the club. The door stayed closed, and I wondered what he was doing. Paperwork, probably. Still, he was right there.

One of my regulars came in and asked for me, and Dementor pulled another dancer in to work my bachelor party so I could go next door. Crush was acting as our protection at the hotel, and he nodded to me when I walked the john into the room.

This guy was around five foot ten with a pudgy belly, despite having well-defined arms and legs. He seemed to be in his mid-thirties. His hands had zero callouses. Office job, somewhere, and most likely something with power. He liked to boss me around, and he also wanted me to do all the work until the very end. We started with me on my knees giving him a blow job while he was completely dressed, with just his cock out. Then he took his pants off and loosened his tie, stretched out on the bed with his dick sticking up, and ordered me to ride him.

I didn’t want things to get stagnant with this guy, but my instincts told me not to climb on backwards for a reverse cowgirl. His dick is long and skinny — the exact opposite of what I prefer — but I took extra effort to take it all the way down. It isn’t impossible, but it meant getting just the right angle.

“Stop.”

I froze and looked at him.

“I like you because you usually really get into it, but tonight you seem to be more worried about the mechanics than the way it feels.”

I lifted up a few inches. “I’m sorry. I was trying to sit all the way down on you. You’re so long, and I feel bad about not being able to take all of you.”

When all else fails, stroke their ego.

He patted my left hip and smiled. “That’s okay. I need the movement more than I need you to make it all the way to the base. Mostly, I need you to be into it. I love watching you get off on my dick.”

I’d learned early on how to fake an orgasm. I don’t come next door with just anyone, but still, it’s impossible to always be on for them. I leaned forward and put his hands on my breasts, and then went to town riding his cock. I squeezed my pussy in a fast rhythm when I pretended to orgasm and it must’ve seemed real, because he turned us over, lifted my knees to my ears, and pounded me hard for thirty seconds before he sized into the condom.

And then he kissed my cheek, thanked me, pulled his pants on, straightened his tie, settled some money on the table, and left. I counted the money and smiled at the extra hundred-dollar tip, and then went to the bathroom to clean up before I returned to Blaze.

Crush was still outside the rooms when I exited in the tight little cotton minidress I preferred to wear for the walk between the buildings. I handed him the MC’s cut of my earnings, and turned to go.

“Wait.”

I stopped but didn’t turn around. After ten seconds of silence, I finally turned. He seemed to be listening, and he motioned me to him. “There’s a fight next door. Don’t go back yet. Squatch is telling me to keep everyone here for now.”

“You let my date go back.”

“Right, but not the girls. The men won’t be allowed back inside until we have the room under control, but we don’t want ya’ll stuck between buildings.”

He touched his ear and spoke. “I have her with me. She’s safe.”

I rolled my eyes but didn’t say anything, and Crush grinned at me. “He didn’t see you and was worried.” He looked around and then back to me. “Gears says a call hit the 911 service center, which means five-oh will arrive shortly. Soul’s in a room, should be out in the next five or ten minutes.”

Crush reached in his pocket and pulled out a keycard. His name is short for Orange Crush, and his arms and chest clearly said he could crush pretty much any-darned thing he wants. Probably even boulders.

He handed the keycard to me. “Room five-thirty. You’ll need the card in the elevator to reach that floor. The lights are already on — don’t turn more on. It’s a suite. I’ll be up with Soul when she finishes. The cops may close Blaze down the rest of the night. If they don’t, ya’ll can go back once they leave.”

Most men who frequent strip bars aren’t the type to call the po-po, which means there was a good chance an undercover cop started the fight and called it in like a civilian. Once the cops were on the scene for a fight, they could find reasons to search for illegal shit. It was a bogus way to handle a sting, but there you go.

I fully expected someone would go through my makeup station and bags, but there was nothing for them to find. I rode the elevator up, let myself into the suite, and looked around. A single bedroom was off of a living room and dining area, and a small kitchenette. The windows drew me to them, and I looked down to see flashing lights coming up the road towards Blaze.

Someone knocked on the door, and I looked out to see Crystal — another dancer. She’s also a sweet butt for the MC, which meant Squatch had probably fucked her. Or maybe not. She’s human, and I’d never seen him pay attention to them. It didn’t matter either way. He’d chosen me. Nothing else mattered.

I opened the door to let her in, and she handed me my purse. “I was in the back changing, and Dementor said to come to this room, and to take my stuff and bring you yours.” She held up a third purse. “He told me to bring Soul’s, too.”

“She’s still downstairs. She’ll be up when she finishes.”

Crystal stepped the rest of the way in and closed the door, and I pulled my phone out of my purse to check for texts. None, which wasn’t surprising.

“Cops are coming,” I told her. “I guess the control room heard the call go in. How bad was the fight?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s one of those times when it seemed the entire room was involved. Like something out of a movie. I hope all of our people are okay.”

Since Crystal’s human and easy to hurt, I was glad she’d been sent to me. Ten minutes later, I heard a fast double-knock and then the door opened. The knock let me know it was one of our people, so I wouldn’t attack. Crush came in with Soul, and Crystal pointed to her purse on the little coffee table.

“Thanks,” said Soul. “Do we know what’s going on?”

“Crystal said it was a free-for-all with most of the room involved,” I told her, and looked to Crush. “Anything you want to share?”

He shrugged. “Five-oh arrived and they’re being dicks. Tess isn’t available, but her people are on the way. Are all of you parked in the garage?”

We all nodded, and he stepped to the window and looked down. “Mad Dog would like for ya’ll to stay here until we’re sure the po-po has released the scene. The hotel’s cleaning the party rooms, just in case. We’re still unclear if this was a random fight, or if it was manufactured.”

Soul sighed and sank into a fancy Victorian-era styled chair. I could easily see the snake in her when she moved, sometimes. “Even if it was random, doesn’t mean the assholes won’t take advantage of an excuse to search the place and harass the lowly citizens out trying to have a good time.”

“I was working a bachelor party before I came over,” I told them. “Bunch of college age jock-types. I can see them wading into a fight just for the hell of it.”

Crush touched his earpiece and relayed the information to whoever was in the control room. I’d learned at some point that the earpieces are only routed to the other men at Blaze unless there’s an issue, and then the control room is put into the loop.

An hour later, more cop cars had shown up, the attorneys were present, and we weren’t getting any more information. Crystal and Soul were watching some inane reality show on the television, and Crush stood inside the window enough he could watch the Blaze parking lot without being seen.

I went into the bedroom, closed the door, took a shower, put the hotel robe on, and stretched out on the bed to work crossword puzzles on my phone.