Page 63 of One Wild Night

He sighed and ran his hand through his crazy hair. I longed to be the one to do that, yet I stayed where I was by the door. Without saying anything to me, he picked up the phone and dialed a number. “Jamie, there’s been a change of plans. I’ll be at the club instead of the mansion, so when you and Bennett get done with your rounds, head over there. Yeah, I’m heading there now with Trixie. Okay, I’ll see you in a while.”

After hanging up the phone, Ryan looked straight at me, waiting for who knows what, so I decided to break the silence. “Thank you for not arguing. I appreciate it.” After he nodded his head and stood up, I turned to leave the room with him right behind me. When we got outside, I saw his Bugatti parked at the curb and I squealed internally. I had been dying to go for a ride ever since I saw it the first time. It could go from zero to sixty in 4.6 seconds. I admit, I had done my research on the car because it was so hot

Just the sound of the W16 cylinder engine was enough to have me clenching my thighs together for some much needed friction. I hid my reaction from Ryan as best I could as he reached around me to open the passenger door. With a small smile, I slipped into the car and waited for him to join me.

When we got to the club, he followed me to the locker room to make sure no one was in there that wasn’t supposed to be. When he was satisfied, he called one of the security guards over and posted him outside the door with strict instructions to make sure no one entered while I was changing—not even any of the other girls. I thought he was going overboard, but I didn’t want to argue. “I need to run to my office for a few minutes to grab some things. I will meet you back here in ten minutes and then escort you to and from the stage for your numbers tonight. Whenever you’re not dancing, I expect you to wait in my office with me so I can keep an eye on you. Any questions?”

His demeanor was cold and to the point, but I could see a hint of something else in his eyes. He really did want to protect me, but he had to make sure everyone else just thought he was doing his job. Well, I could play along, too. “No, Mr. Lawson. I will wait here for you once I’ve changed, and I have no problem spending my off time in your office tonight. I know it’s necessary with what happened yesterday.”

Ryan nodded, glared at the security guard in warning, and then walked off down the hallway. Deciding not to waste any time, I went in and started to get changed. With Tony being out of town, I was going to wear another of my more risqué outfits...one I knew would bring in good tips. It was a white, stretch lace teddy that barely covered my breasts. The front was cut in a V down to my belly button and then opened up again until the panties started. The built in panties were more of a barely there G-string, and the whole teddy tied at my neck and back, leaving most of my skin exposed. To finish off the ensemble, I had a pair of white, patent leather calf-high boots that laced up the front and had a four and a half inch heel.

When I finished getting dressed, I went to the mirror and touched up my makeup and hair. I don’t know why, but most men preferred it when I wore my hair down in waves...at least that’s what the tips told me. Once I was ready, I took a seat by my locker and waited for Ryan to come in.

A few minutes later, I heard the door to the locker room open, followed by a sharp intake of breath. I looked up to see Ryan staring at me with his mouth wide open and a very prominent problem in his pants. “Fuck, Trixie, you arenotwearing that out of this room. There is no fucking way,” Ryan said when he finally composed himself enough to speak.

“Excuseme? You’re not my fucking father, and you’re not my boyfriend. You have no say in what I do or do not wear when I dance, you got that?” I asked, rising from the bench to approach him and push my finger into his chest to drive my point home.

I saw anger flash in his eyes as his skin grew red. “I don’t give a fuck if I’m your boyfriend or not. My job for the next few days is to fucking protect you from Paul Jenkins and his men. How in the fuck am I supposed to do that when you’ll have every man in the club shoving their way onstage to get a piece of you? That...um...scrapof material or whatever the hell you call it is out of the fucking question!” he yelled, causing me to flinch back.

Deep down, I knew Ryan would never truly hurt me, but the event with Tony was still fresh in my mind and my reaction was involuntary. “Ryan, wearing shit like this gets me better tips, and right now, I need all the money I can fucking get, okay? Just because you can’t seem to control yourself around me, doesn’t mean that everyone else won’t be able to. Get off your fucking high horse and do your job. I am dancing tonight, and this is what I’m wearing. Fucking deal with it, or not, but I’m not changing.”

With that, I stormed past him and out of the locker room. When I got backstage, I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I heard something break from down the hall, and I figured Ryan had smashed one of the mirrors or something. I stepped back into the hallway to go and apologize right as Ryan stormed out of the open door. “Keep a fucking eye on her,” he spat at the guard before shoving his way through the crowd and out the door.

Figuring he just needed a smoke, I went back to waiting for my turn. I had already given Jesse my song choices for the night when I called the club earlier, so there was nothing else I needed to do but wait.

After a few minutes, Bambi came off the stage trying to catch her breath. “It’s crazy out there tonight, girl. There were a few men at one of the tables in the front who were tipping with fifties and hundreds,” she said with a smile on her face. “Good luck.”

I waited a few extra minutes for the club to settle down before I took my position at the pole. My first song tonight wasHarden My Heartby Quarterflash. It was one of my favorite songs, and I thought it was appropriate with everything going on.

When the music started and the lights came on, I began by doing a few tricks on the pole. Bambi was right, the men seemed to be extra generous tonight, and I wasn’t complaining one bit. The crowd was a little rowdy, but there were several security guards posted around the sides of the stage, so I knew everything would be fine. The audience must have seen the imposing men too, because no one tried to get up on stage while I was dancing. It was quite a relief not to have to deal with grabby hands or drunken fools. Whether the whole night would go that way or not remained to be seen.

When the song ended and the lights died down, I started to pick up my tips. After gathering up all the bills, I made my way offstage and back to the locker room. Just as I was about to open the door, I heard voices on the other side. I immediately recognized one of them as being Sapphire. She was a newer stripper at the club, and from what I’d heard, she was willing to do just about anything to make money. The other voice had me stopping in my tracks because it wasn’t another dancer—the voice belonged to a man—it was someone I’d never heard speak before.

I was curious, so I put my ear to the door and listened to what was being said. “Out of the way, Saph. We have business to take care of and then you’ll get your payment,” the unfamiliar voice said.

“Paul, you promised me five grand for letting you and your boys in the back door tonight. I want my money before you step out of this room!” Sapphire yelled.

Paul? As in Paul Jenkins? That wasnota good thing. Fear ran through my entire body, and I stood upright and bolted down the hall. If Paul Jenkins was in the club, then it was obvious he was here for me. I didn’t know what to do, so I ran straight to Ryan’s office and locked the door. After shutting the light out, I went around his desk and crawled underneath to hide, pulling his desk phone with me. With shaky hands, I managed to dial his number on the first attempt. It rang three times before he picked it up and barked into the receiver. “Who the FUCK is this, and why are you calling me from my fucking office?”

“R...Ry...Ryan, it’s Siena. He’s here,” I whispered as quietly as I could manage.

“Siena? What the fuck are you talking about? And why the hell are you in my office?” he questioned. I was shaking so hard that it was difficult to talk. “Sweetheart, I need you to calm down and talk to me, okay? Take a deep breath and let it out.” I did as he said, and it helped to settle my nerves slightly. “Again,” he ordered, and again I followed his instructions. “Ok, Siena, tell me what’s going on.”

“I just finished with my song and was heading back to the locker room. I heard Sapphire talking to some guy, so I stopped to listen before going in. The guy told her to move because they had business to do and then she’d get her payment, but I guess she wouldn’t budge. She said that he had agreed to pay her five grand for letting him and his boys in the back door, and she wanted him to give it to her before she moved.” I took a deep breath and continued. “Ryan, she called him Paul. I recognized the name and ran straight to your office. I’m hiding under your desk with the light off,” I explained.

“Fuck! Don’t move. I’ll be there in three minutes, okay?”

“Oka—” I was cut off by the sound of someone trying to open the office door. “Ryan, someone is trying to open your door!” I whisper-yelled. My whole body was shaking again.

“Stay quiet and don’t open it. I’ll be there soon,” he said.

Whoever was at the door didn’t give up when they discovered it was locked.

Instead, I could hear the knob being jiggled even harder, and then the door itself rattled in the frame. The person was determined to get into the room, and if I had any doubts before about them being after me, they were all washed away when a voice spoke from the other side. “I know you’re in there, Trixie. You have nowhere to run, so just open the fucking door. I’m not going to hurt you, okay? I just want to talk.”

Ryan must have been able to hear what was going on through the phone, because he spoke in my ear again. “Don’t say a word, Siena. I’m right around the corner.”

The sound of something crashing into the door suddenly scared me, and I screamed before I realized what I was doing. “She’s in here!” Paul said to someone in the hall with him. “Break the fucking door down, now!”

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