Chapter 10. Fill me, Uncle
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Dylan's brows raised slightly as Brittany inched closer. Her fingers twisted together in an anxious knot as she darted nervous glances around the room, her eyes flashing with unease. Her gaze flitted from the flashing lights, the crowded place, the strippers dancing on a pole and then to her uncle who watched her with a concerned expression.
“I came here to see you,” Brittany finally said, taking slow steps towards him.
He looked hot in his plain shirt and pants, and he had a towel swung over his shoulder.
A slight trace of his tattoo was visible beneath his collar.
Dylan's lips conformed into a thin line and then, realization hit him. He recalled that he never disclosed the location of his club to her.
“Wait a minute. How did you find out about this place?” Dylan asked, curious.
"Honestly, I've been curious about your business ventures, so I did some research online," Brittany replied, her voice casual. "Your club came up in a few searches, and I found the address on social media. I figured it wouldn't be hard to find, and here I am.”
Dylan nodded and silence ensued after a while. The music pulsed around them, the flashing lights in the crowd illuminated their features
Brittany looked at the swaying bodies and back at Dylan. She could sense her unwanted presence. He never mentioned it but she could feel it . She picked up on the shift of his demeanor, a slight tension in his shoulders and a flicker in his eyes that suggested he wasn't entirely pleased to see her.
Although he never mentioned it to her, she sensed his reserve, a guarded quality to his welcome that left her wondering if she had overstepped some unspoken boundary..
A forced smile curled at her lips as just as she was about to speak, Dylan cut in, his expression softening..
“Brittany,” He called out, his voice low and smooth.
“You should have told me you were coming.”
“That’s because I didn't want to bother you beforehand.” She shrugged. “Plus, I wasn't sure if you were busy or not. Just wanted to drop by and catch you when you are free. I've also been to your house but you weren't around. I was worried, so I called and ….”
Her voice trailed off when she saw a stripper approaching Dylan. A tall blonde in a sequin bikini, and high heels.
Her eyes sparkled under the dim light of the club.
As she took a step beside Dylan, she purred, “Hey, boss!”
Dylan turned to face her, and arched a brow.
She grinned and asked, “Everything's okay for tonight’s show?”
Dylan forced a nod, one that hinted at a quick dismissal.
She understood the sign but still stayed around, hesitant to leave..
Tilting her head, she stared at Brittany and ran her fingers through her hair, the strands tangling around her hands.
“Who's this? Is she the new stripper?” She asked, her tone dripping with disdain rather than curiosity.
Brittany's brows furrowed as she assessed her from head to toe, wondering why she was acting so flirtatious and overly familiar around Dylan.
She folded her arms, her gaze flicking between the both of them as she silently questioned the nature of their connection.
Dylan saw those curious eyes of hers and he understood what she was trying to figure out
“One of your new employees?” She asked again, her voice breaking the silence.
Dylan swallowed the lump in his throat and turned to face her.
“She's not one of my employees, Delilah. What if I told you to mind your own business and focus on your job?” Dylan barked at her, his tone serious
Her eyes went wide a little and Brittany wondered why she was so shocked to see him yell at her.
Is she perhaps in a relationship with him? Do they have more than a boss to employer relationship?
“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked that.” She mumbled an apology, her eyes locked on Brittany.
“I'll get going.” Just before she could turn to leave, Brittany grabbed Dylan by the arm and blurted.
“Aren't you curious to know who I am?”
Her question drew the attention of not just the stripper but a few others in the club.
Everyone stared at them with a mixture of curiosity and confusion, hinting at what she was up to.
Delilah froze, her eyes widening in surprise.
Dylan's face was a mask of calm, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of unease, a hint that he knew what was coming.
“Brittany, what - what are you doing?” Dylan whispered in Brittany's ears, his eyes darting between her and Delilah.
Brittany smirked and ignored him.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around his arms and disclosed, “I am Dylan's new girlfriend.”
Everyone's eyes went wide with shock. They knew Dylan to never keep a lady or get involved in serious relationships with them.
This news sent shockwaves through the club, Dylan's reputation as a ladies' man suddenly taking a dramatic turn. Brittany's words hung in the air like a challenge, daring everyone to process this new information.
“You’re full of surprises, aren't you?” Dylan whispered, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
“I figured it was time to drop the bombshell.” Brittany replied, her face etched with determination.
As the activities in the club continued, Delilah shot Brittany a glare and stormed off.
“Who's she and why's she so free around you?”
“She's the best stripper here. Nothing much. Gets tons of offers and helps boost my sales.” Dylan explained awkwardly.
“I see,” Brittany mumbled with a nod.
She darted her eyes around and concluded, “So, this is the type of club you run? An erotic club?”
Dylan didn't respond. He didn't know how to react or what to say and he wondered what she must have been thinking in her mind.
Before she could say something else, he grasped her wrist and mumbled, “Why do you come all the way here dressing up like that?”
His eyes went to her perky breasts and exposed thighs.
Brittany smirked. “I figured you'd love to see me this way.”
“No, Britt. Not when there are other men around here. If I hadn't stepped in earlier, who knows what Bruno would have done to you?”
Brittany was quiet for a while. And then, she inched forward and whispered, “I will try to dress moderately whenever I come here next time.”
“Good.” Dylan muttered as he released her.
She placed her hand gently on his chest , her breath hot on his skin .
“I'm so aroused right now, everything I witnessed is so overwhelming. I need you.”
Those words spilled out, a hint of arousal and longing in them.
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