Devil's Charm (2 page)

“Give me the boy.”

“What?” she asked,
tightening her arms once
again.

“I’m willing to hire you. Pass
me the boy. I won’t hurt him. I own a strip club. I
ain’t
no
child killer.”

Licking her lips, heart
pounding, she passed Simon into the man’s arms. She was surprised when he
settled.

“I’ve got kids of my own,
honey. I know how to hold a kid.” Vincent made sure Simon was settled before
turning his attention back to her. “Take your shirt off.”

She hesitated, staring at
him.

“I’m not going to hurt you,
but I need to make sure I’m right.”

Need the money. You’re doing this for Simon.

Lifting up her shirt, she
closed her eyes waiting for him to say something.

“Take your jeans off. I need
to see what I’m working with.”

With her eyes still closed
she removed her jeans standing before him in only her bra and panties.

“Turn around.”

Lexie turned around knowing
his gaze was sliding up and down her body assessing her for work.

“Good, I’ve got some nice
girls who’ll be happy to show you how to work the pole. They’re not feeding an
addiction either.”

She stared down at Vincent,
who was cooing at Simon.

“What?” she asked. “I would
be bad for business.”

“You’re not a skinny bitch
with your ribs showing, but you’re what I’m looking for. Men love to see a
variety of women, and with those tits and ass you’d earn some decent tips from
the men. Get the right song and you’ll be one great dancer.”

“I’m fat.”

Vincent laughed.
“You women today.
I don’t know who declares someone fat or
not, but for me, you’re just right. Get dressed, and you can start on Friday. Until
then you can come by and train.”

Like that, Lexie got dressed
and was hired as a dancer. She’d never been so shocked in all of her life.

Chapter One

Six months later

Lexie stared at her
reflection in the mirror hating every part of
herself
as she couldn’t find a single reason to walk out of the door. For six months
she’d been dancing at Naked Fantasies. Vincent, her boss, wasn’t a bad man, but
he expected the best of his girls. When she hadn’t been able to eat for several
weeks he’d not liked it and ordered her to eat. He must be the only man in
living history who forced one of his strippers to eat food to remain the same
shape.

“What are you moping about?”
Jenny asked, taking a seat beside her. Jenny was one of the few women Lexie had
grown close to. She was a sweet girl with a child of her own. Her husband loved
the fact he’d married a stripper and was one of their regular customers.

“Nothing,
just thinking about going out there.”

Jenny had taught her how to
use the pole without killing herself.

“The men love you, honey.
Vincent is worried about you. He’s not like a lot of strip club owners. I know,
it’s where I started out,” Jenny said, reaching out to touch her arm.

“What do you mean?” Lexi
asked, pushing her hair out of the way. She wore a blonde wig, which irritated
her.

“Some owners make us give
extra. They have VIP rooms where a lot of shit goes on. Vincent is above board.
Anything extra is between the girls and the clients. If a guy wants a blow job,
then the girl can give it
on her own,
but she doesn’t
have to.”

On the way out of the club
Lexie had seen her fair share of men getting their dicks swallowed by some of
the dancers. In the last six months she’d stumbled on more sex acts than she
had in her twenty-one years. She wasn’t a virgin. Her lame ass boyfriend at the
tender age of sixteen had taken care of that. Lexie was just thankful he’d not
given her anything bad or put a baby inside her. Growing up trying to fend for
herself there was no room for a child.

“I know I’ve got a good
thing going. I just hate it at times. Sorry, Simon kept me up all night. He
slept all day, and it was hard to settle him.”

“When is your sister coming
back for him?”

“I don’t know. I’ve not
heard from her since she dropped him off. I’ve not got a clue what to do.”

Jenny smiled. “Keep doing
what you’re doing.”

“Hey, fatty, you’re up
next.” Tiffany, one of the tiniest girls she’d ever seen, stumbled into the
room. The girl was a known user, and Lexie had stumbled onto the girl shooting
up between slots. Vincent went crazy when he found her. He didn’t like drugs on
his property.

“Fuck off, slut,” Jenny
said. “Go and find your crack dealer to suck off.”

“Fuck you, bitch.”

Tiffany stumbled away.

“Thank you.” Lexie smiled
even as the woman’s insults hit too close to home for her.

“Anytime, baby. I can’t
stand that slut. She’s a fucking menace and will end up dead
od’ing
or something. Go on, get out there and kill it.”

Rising out of the chair,
Lexie squealed as Jenny slapped her ass.

For the next ten minutes she
blocked out the crowd as she wrapped her body around the pole. She’d not become
strong enough to ride up and down the pole, but she worked her body to the
music.

Over the months Lexie
preferred to think of herself as having one man to dance to. In her mind she
imagined someone in a suit who was in control of everything. He’d stare at her
without losing his cool but knowing he was
loving
every second of her dance. Her imaginary man helped her through.

When it was over she walked
down the steps leaving the men and the stage behind. Vincent was waiting for
her.

“What is going on with you?”
he asked, escorting her toward his office.

She quickly put her shirt on
hoping her body was covered away from prying eyes.

“I’m working.”

He slammed the door closed,
glaring at her. “Are you using?” Vincent lifted her arms checking to see if
there was needle marks in her flesh.

“What? Hell, no. I’m not
using anything.” He gripped her face, lifting her head up to look up her nose.
“Stop it. I’m not using anything, okay. I’m just fucking tired.”

“Kid keeping you up?” he
asked.

“Yes, he’s keeping me up.
I’m doing the best I can.”

“The men love you. You’re a
great dancer, Lexie. I need you to keep your shit about you.”

She shook her head. “Are you
a saint or something?”

“I’m a father. I need to
make sure that boy is taken care of.”

He couldn’t have shocked her
more. “I wouldn’t do anything to hurt Simon. Why couldn’t you be less of a pain
in the ass?” she asked.

“Easy, I’m not your standard
fucking club owner. I work this club for a friend.”

“Okay. I’m sorry for
worrying you.”
 
 

After a few seconds he let
her go. Heading back around to the changing rooms she sat in the toilet,
heaving up the food she’d eaten. Fuck, she couldn’t handle this lifestyle.

“I can’t believe they’re
here. I’ve been waiting for them to get back into town. It has been over two
years, and wow, Devil is still as hot as I remembered,” Tiffany said, no longer
sounding high.

Lifting her legs off the
floor, Lexie tried to ignore them. She didn’t want anyone to know she was in
the toilet.

Diana was with her, giggling.
“I love Death. His name is scary, but he fucks better than Pussy.”

Covering her ears, Lexie
didn’t want to hear anything. There was no mistaking what they were doing when
she heard them inhale deeply. Glancing through the small slit in the door, in the
mirror she saw both girls snorting coke. If Vincent was to find them, he’d hurt
them real bad. He didn’t like drugs in his strip club.

“God, I can’t wait to suck
cock. I tell you, I hate those fuckers drooling over me for a couple of bucks,
but Devil, he knows how to treat me,” Tiffany said, rubbing her nose. “That’s
good. It’ll keep me going for a while.”

“Come on, let’s get out
there.”

Within minutes they were
gone taking their giggling with them.

Lexie stayed in the toilet,
wiping away her tears.

I’m doing this for Simon. I’m doing this for Simon.

In that moment, Lexie really
hated her sister and her entire upbringing. Their mother had been more
interested in the bottle and men than in her daughters. Lexie had gotten
through school with good grades but not enough to win any kind of scholarship.
Kayla dropped out of school, and by the time Lexie left at eighteen she was
already working every hour she could.

“Lex,
honey, you in here?”
Jenny asked.

Opening the stall she stared
at her friend who carried the cheap makeup bag.

“You’re on in twenty. We
need to fix you up.”

Standing still she let Jenny
do her makeup restoring back her night face for the men.

“I heard Tiffany and Diane talking
about some group that entered.”

Jenny tensed. “They’ve taken
over the whole club, kicking everyone out. When Chaos Bleeds come in, then no
one else is allowed around.”

“Chaos
Bleeds?
Is it some kind of rock group?”

“No, I wish. They’re a
motorcycle club. Tough men with no rules, and every now and then they come to town.
Devil is the leader,” Jenny said.

“I don’t like the sound of
this group.”

“Take my advice, do your
set, get your money and fucking leave. You do not want to get embroiled with
these men. They’re dangerous, and they carry.”

Lexie nodded. “I’m not interested
in getting anything.”

Vincent appeared in the
doorway. “Come on. Get your ass up on the stage.”

“I’m going.” She looked at
Jenny, who looked at her.

“You’re good. Go and kick
ass. I wish I had your tits.
So fucking big.”
Jenny
grabbed her own making Lexie laugh.

She knew Jenny was just
putting her at ease. “I’ll see you after, right?”

“Yes, hubby is coming to get
me in an hour, and then I’m off.”

“This is your last set for
tonight, Lex. You can leave when you’re done,” Vincent said, leaving the bathroom.

“I’ll wait for you before I
leave.”

“Appreciate it. Go on, knock
them dead.”

Heading out of the toilet
she walked down to the back of the stage as the lights were turned off over the
seating area. The only light would be on her.

In the mirror she checked
her blonde wig making sure not a strand of her brown hair showed.

You can do this. Simply dance, imagine your suit man.

The music started, and it
was one of her favorites. Wrapping her arms around the pole she waited for the
light to appear on her, and then she started to work the pole how Jenny had shown
her.

****

Devil, leader of the Chaos
Bleeds MC and an irritated man, swallowed back a shot of the whiskey. Business
had been booming at Naked Fantasies since he’d last come to town. Wiping a hand
down his face, he felt fucking tired. He was getting too old to be chasing shit
around town. At forty-five years old he knew it was time for him to settle down
rather than have to deal with riding from place to place. His men were getting
tired of the same old shit, and he was starting to want a nice warm bed to
sleep in at night. He refused to believe it was down to his aging years.

For the last twenty years
he’d done nothing but ride. His group had the same need in their blood to be
free and not controlled by the social convention. If he wanted to fuck three
women, one after the other, then he fucking did it. He transported drugs and
drank until he vomited. There was no such thing as a happy hour to him. Every
hour was fucking happy hour. If he wanted a drink at ten in the morning, he’d
have a drink.

“Hey, baby, I missed you.”

Tiffany, one of the dancers
and a huge slut, walked toward him. There was white powder around her nose showcasing
her expensive habit. Whenever he came around he always lost himself in her
body. She was so fucking skinny, and since the last time he’d been back she
looked thinner. Any arousal vanished as he caught sight of her ribcage. Why did
women think it was fucking sexy to see every fucking bone in their body?

“Fuck off,” he said, not
wanting any company. He needed to think. Kayla had been a fucking mistake. The
condom he’d used had broken, and afterward he’d gotten himself tested. He liked
being free, but he didn’t want to die from some fucking disease. Getting a
clean bill of health he later found out the slut was pregnant with his child
and then after that she’d given birth. The bitch had also stolen over ten
thousand dollars from him. Once he got his kid away from her then she was going
to find herself a nice comfortable bed to die in. No one took the piss out of
him and got away from it.