Fatal Affair: 1 (Courthouse Connections) Read Online Free PDF Page B

place would be
busy tonight. That was good. The more customers came to the club, the better
shot she had at making that money.
    Trying not to think too much about what
she’d have to do to earn it, she sat in front of a cracked mirror in the
dressing room and put on the makeup that transformed what she thought of as an
ordinary female face into the brunette Barbie doll look that most of the
customers seemed to go for—thin, arched brows, kohl-lined eyes, flushed cheeks
and full, pouty lips. With her hair up in a simple ponytail, the makeup looked
out of place, but when she took her hair down and it fell in a riotous cloud of
dark curls, she had to admit she looked the part she was about to play.
    She opened her locker, pulled out a
rhinestone-studded drawstring bag and checked its contents. A clean towel, some
antibacterial wipes, a handful of condoms, packaged cock rings for customers who
needed help keeping it up, all there. Reaching back inside the locker, she
found another bag that held a brand-new dildo, padded handcuffs, a cock-shaped
gag and a butt plug that she’d picked out at the club’s toy store.
    According to Brandi, one of her coworkers,
the customers who wanted to use toys upstairs were usually willing to pay well
for the added convenience of having them handy. Every last dollar of profit on
the toys would help her to reach the necessary eight hundred.
    Lanie stripped off her bottoms and applied
sparkly lotion to her freshly shaved crotch before stepping into a thong that
she was certain would have gotten her arrested if she’d worn it on the beach.
She pulled off her T-shirt and rouged her nipples, inspecting the silver-plated
rings that hung from them and tugging on them to make the flesh elongate and
pucker. The customers liked doing that every time they thought the bouncers
weren’t looking, almost as much as they seemed to get off fondling her big
boobs, which she also slathered with the glitter lotion.
    Glancing up at the clock, she shrugged into
the see-through black negligee she wore to start her act. After wearing
stilettos every night for the past couple of months, her feet no longer
protested when she shoved them into her black patent hooker heels and sashayed
out on stage to take her place at the pole.
    Tonight she’d make that eight hundred
dollars. She’d make it even if she had to go upstairs and suck and fuck
customers from now until dawn.
    * * * * *
    Maybe she could stop there, admit to JD
that she’d intended to sell her body for cold hard cash. After all, in the end
she hadn’t actually played out the hooker part the way she’d intended.
    In her heart she knew that wouldn’t work,
because if Bert decided to ruin her for backing out of the agreement she and
Wayne had made, he wouldn’t leave out the most damning parts.

Chapter Four
     
    “I went onstage for my shift,” she told JD,
explaining how she’d humped the pole to the beat of a raucous rendition of “Let
Me Entertain You” while scanning the crowded, smoke-filled room until she
picked out her potential mark.
    “He was a stranger, not too big—in fact not
intimidating at all. His clothes looked expensive and his chestnut-colored hair
was neatly combed. He couldn’t drag his gaze away from the glitter on my pussy.
His tongue shot out between slack lips as if he could hardly wait to taste me.”
The bastard had made her think he intended to devour her the way she might go
after a strawberry sundae on a hot, steamy day.
    “Once I decided he’d do as my first and
only customer for full-blown sex, I kept on looking at him as I shrugged off
the black negligee and spread my legs for him. I watched him motion to a waiter
and tuck a folded bill into his hand along with a message he’d scribbled on a
napkin. Even before the waiter handed me the message, the man disappeared.”
    * * * * *
    She got his message, though. All night.
Upstairs, room two. I’ll make it worth your while.
    That was all he’d said. Her stage