Chapter 2

I arrived at Body Tap wearing a black, mid-thigh, bodycon dress and 5-inch, red Valentino stilettos. My hair was pulled back in its signature style, a slick ponytail and I finished the looked with a scarlet red, matte lipstick.

The club is beautiful. I've seen many strip clubs, but this one screamed wealth and luxury. Definitely not what I was expecting with its name. Outside stood a bouncer in a black suit, standing next to red velvet ropes. He's the typical big guy to scare people off, but to me, he could very well be a Walmart greeter. I've learned to have no fear.

"What's your name, sweetness?"

"Marisol. I'm here for an audition."

Making sure to say my name in a way that would stick to him like honey.

"Good luck," He said as he stepped aside to let me in. "He's in his office."

I entered the club and was greeted by glass, mirrors, and elegance. A strip club in the day is like a toy store with no toys. The bartender, a handsome, young Italian man, gave me the nod. I waved and proceeded up the stairs to the office.

The eight steps that it took for me to get to his office, only built up my anticipation. I couldn't help the butterflies swarming in my stomach. For a woman who rarely gets nervous, this alarmed me that things would never be the same.

I reached and turned the gold plated knob and the door to the office opened. The lighting was very sensual and sultry. The desk felt miles away and so did the shadow of a man sitting behind it. I made out the silhouette of a set of strong hands, cupping a glass with amber liquid.

"I don't have all fucking day. Come in and close the door."

The baritone of his voice startled and soothed me all at once. I did as I was told and waited for instructions.

"There's the pole, so dance."

"Can I get some music?" I said as I walked to the dance area.

"Do I look like a fucking DJ?" He growled "Either dance or get the fuck out!"

Using my phone, I searched for Bluetooth devices and was paired with the one in his office. I decided that shuffle would choose the music as the impatient asshole sighed a deep breath. When Camila Cabello's "Never Be The Same" filled the room, I morphed into the woman I'd never been.

Sensual. As I danced, he leaned forward in his seat and sipped his drink. I swirled around the pole before taking the pole head-on, but I did it with finesse. My dress lifted up and I decided to take it off completely. After pulling it over my head seductively, leaving me dancing in only my heels and a black, lace thong, I began squeezing my breasts.

I made sure to put it out of my mind that I was dancing for a man whose face I couldn't see, but the tattoos did look familiar. He watched me with such intensity that I felt my arousal growing by the second. My cono was becoming slick with arousal as I watched him watching me.

He stalked toward me like a lion about to attack a beautiful gazelle. Little does he know I'm no gazelle, I'm a lioness. I stood and met him in the middle of the huge office, as his hand raised and stopped me in my tracks. I stood in the middle of the floor waiting on his approval. He began circling me like a shark and its prey. I put my head down and saw that his hands were full of tattoos.

My chest began to rise and fall, harder when he stood in front of me and then my pussy began to throb. Shit, I'm in trouble.

"You have the job once you get on your knees and suck me off," He said in his lustful voice.

"Are you serious?" I said as I stepped back from him in disbelief.

"Suck my cock." He said unbothered.

"Sir, I-"

"Wrap those pretty fucking lips around me, now!" He said through gritted teeth.

I swallowed hard and quickly made the decision. What other way could I get the job and get close to him? My blow jobs are commendable, so I closed my eyes as I lowered myself down onto my knees and waited for him to expose himself.

"If I feel any teeth, you're done." He said while he unzipped his pants.

He freed his erection and I was afraid of what was in front of me. This had to be the biggest cock I had ever seen in person. Sure, in pornos they always seem to be well endowed, but in person, never. My body was reacting without my knowledge; my mouth was watering and I was biting down on my lip. He glared down at me with a wicked smirk. Smug bastard.

"Open your fucking mouth."

I obeyed and opened wide as he drove his hard cock into my mouth, fucking it mercilessly. I gagged on his thick length as it hit the back of my throat, but it was delicious. I hummed on his cock as he continued to thrust hard and fast. I found my pussy dripping wet from the use of my mouth and the deep groans he made. My mouth was soaking wet and saliva was dripping down onto my breasts and down my stomach.

"Fuck," He groaned as I continued to hum on his length and damn, did his vulgarity make me throb harder.

He quickly pulled away and with two strokes, his warm, thick come was covering my face. I held my mouth open and my tongue out waiting to taste him. In less than 20 minutes, he had me riving in heat and begging to taste him. My coño was in total control.

"Your dick sucking skills are average, but you have the job." He said as he began tucking himself back into his pants. "Come see me before you leave on your first night. Cassandra will contact you."

He insulted me as I sat there on my knees, a face full of come, breasts wet from spit and a pussy screaming to fuck him. His dick was back in its cage and he was walking away. I was eyeing the tissues on his desk, but I waited until he was seated behind it before I stood up.

His eyes never left mine as I made my way to his desk, grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped my mouth with a smile on my face. I know his type and if I show him how he made me feel, he will only continue to do more.

After putting my dress on and making sure I looked presentable be for leaving, I turned to him and said, "Thank you, sir."

I walked down the steps with my chin up.

As I made my way to the bouncer, the bartender called out to me. "Hey!" I turned his way and gave a lazy smile.

"How about a drink?" He said signaling me over. I normally don't drink on the job, but shit, I don't normally give a blow job on the job, so it's a first for everything.

"What would you like?" He said with the cutest grin.

If he only knew he was flirting with me after I just sucked off his boss. And with just one thought of it, I felt my need for him growing.

"A shot of tequila."

"The names Lorenzo. What's yours, beautiful?"

"Marisol."

"Salud." I said as I took my shot and stood up before saying, "See you around, Lorenzo." I didn't wait for him to reply before heading out.

I made my way to my Honda; my cover car with North Carolina plates. Living undercover wasn't always the easiest thing to do. I made my way to my temporary apartment in a low-income and predominantly Hispanic neighborhood. It fit my cover, in case anyone would tail me. I can never be too careful. I loaded my gun and sat it on the nightstand as I went to shower.

The heat from the water relaxed me, but I had homework to do. I needed to gain Giovanni's trust, which did not seem like an easy task. As I stood under the showerhead, I remembered how he stroked his length and shot his hot load all over my face. I was hot and wanted to release, but a knock came to the door before I could even gather my thoughts. I shut the water off and grabbed my towel before grabbing my gun off of the nightstand.

"Who is it?" I said as I held my gun to the door.

"Tonio!" He said in a hurried voice.

I opened the door, putting my gun back on safety before sitting it on the table.

"Nice place," Antonio said as he locked the door.

"Yeah, cozy. What do you have for me?" I said, making sure my towel was secure.

Antonio is about 6 feet, 220 pounds of muscle and I stand 5'5" at a mere 140 pounds. He could take me and I wouldn't object, but he won't and that's why he's standing here taking me in, instead of acting on instinct.

"Giovanni has a close associate named Emmanuel, he's his right-hand man. Did you get the job?" He said while taking a seat on my tan loveseat.

"Yeah, I got the job. It's not that hard to dance to a 3-minute song. Is that all you have for me?" I sighed in disappointment.

My movement caused my towel to shift around my breasts and Antonio's eyes quickly glazed in lust, before clearing his throat.

"Alright, well, I will let you get dressed. I'll get more information."

"Come back when you have something besides a name," I said as I walked him to the door.

"You know, if you released some of that built up tension, you'd be less tense." He said leaning in my doorway.

I bit down on my lip and placed my hand on his scruffy beard before using my most lust-filled voice.

"When I finally release all of this frustration, it will be on a thick cock that can pound my pussy. Not a man who wants to make love" I said and just as I was about to close the door, he stuck his foot out and leaned in, inches from my mouth.

"I can give your body what it needs. When you're ready, you have my number." He said, flashing his pearly whites while moving his foot for me to close the door.

Denying that I was physically attracted to Antonio would be a lie, but I need more than the physical. I feel like with my fantasies, my wants and needs, I'd just defile him. With our line of work, purity is rare and I wanted to keep Antonio pure, at least to me.

"So, Giovanni, what do you like?" I said as my phone hummed on the nightstand. The name "Unknown" flashed across my screen.

"Hello?" I said, waiting for the voice on the other end to reply.

"Marisol?" A woman's voice said.

"Yes, this is she. Who is this?"

"I'm Cassandra. Mr. Luciano said I needed to schedule you for your first day of work." She said sounding like she was looking for something.

"Oh yeah, he said you'd give me a call. When's my first day?"

"Friday, but come in tomorrow to meet the girls and we will go over your act. Be here at 10 AM, sharp." She didn't seem very interested in our conversation.

"Ok, see you then. Have a good night." I said and the call ended.

Tomorrow is Wednesday and then Friday I'd have to suck his monstrous cock. I rolled my eyes at the thought of his comment about my skills. I mean, I didn't suck dick for a living, but I knew my skills were above average.

I grabbed his file, hoping to find something that would stick out. He has a younger sister, she's 25. So, we're close in age. That could work; either I could befriend her or get one of the guys to get close to her. I sent her picture to the guys and told them she could be a possible way for us to get information.

It's midnight and I had to be up early, so I turned my light off and drifted away.