Lola

Dallas

Holy s**t! Holy s**t! Holy s**t! DEXTER SAID YES!!! I didn't expect it, he has always said no! To say I'm excited would probably be an understatement. I feel like a kid about to be let into the candy store that he was never allowed to go into. I know Dexter doesn't like me, he shows it on his features when he looks at me. You know the saying, 'if looks could kill'? Yeah well I'd be dead a thousand times over right now. He is a big buff guy, so he is quite intimidating and scary, but I just play the scared dweeb for the people. I wear clothes that are somewhat baggy so no one sees how muscular I am. It generates more ease and trust in my opinion. I think Dexter might be working for a mafia. Its actually quite obvious. He looks like a thug, and he has been seen by my fathers men hanging out with members of our rival mafia, the Kiax family. Honestly I don't care. I have no beef with the dude and I think I'm in love with Quinn so f**k it. If this club is Kiax territory then there is a huge chance that its a trap for me but Quinn is so worth it. At first I thought she was dating Dexter and that's why he always denied private dances, then I found out that they are just friends and she just didn't like doing private dances. I've seen her willingly do one dance and it was with a chick. Maybe she is lesbian. Anyway, I got my private dance. I'm waiting outside the room right now while Dexter tells Quinn. I think I'm going to muscle him out of the club and take it over. It will either tell me that the club is Kiax territory or I'll get the club. I'll have Quinn all to myself. I could make her join my mafia. Ooh that's a good idea, she looks like she could make an amazing fighter or even assassin. If she isn't squeamish around that kind of stuff. If she is, I'd be by her side and keep her safe instead.

Dexter walked out with a pissed off look on his face and muttered for me to go in, breaking me away from my thoughts of stealing Quinn away. I took a deep breath to settle myself before I walked into the room, closing the door behind me. Quinn had her back to me, her long jet black hair kissing the skin of her lower back ever so lightly. Her hair stopped just above her delicious looking ass. God she is so perfect. I just stood there, silently admiring her while she made herself a drink from the.. Wait... They have a personal mini bar in the private lounges? I have to say, impressive. None of our clubs have that. "Dallas, are you just going to stand at the door staring at my ass or are you going to come in and sit down?" She spoke as if she saw me. She didn't turn though so either she guessed or she was just that good. I walked over to the area where I could sit. Im actually a bit nervous. She stirs her drink and turns to look at me, leaning back against the mini bar. She looks amused. Guess my nervousness is abundantly clear. "Mm tell me Dallas, what are the limits in this room?" She says with a smile before sipping her drink. "Uh.." I fiddled with my fingers, unsure. She gave me a small giggle, noticing. I sighed a little like I've embarrassed myself. She set her drink down and walked over to where I was sitting. She pushed me so I was leaning back and put a knee on each side of my legs to the point she was sitting on my lap, nearly straddling me. I groaned a little at the position, she is so close. She pulled me close to her, my face in the direct path of her breasts because of the position. My hands instinctively went to her waist. God her skin is so f*****g soft. I saw her smile as she tilted my head to look up at her. Her lips look so soft and inviting. She brought her lips so close to mine. I could feel her lips brushing lightly against mine.

I snapped out of my daze because she pulled my hair. I looked at her, waiting. "There are no rules here. Except the ones set by both parties, so you have any rules or limits?" I think for a minute, unsure. "Mm while you think I'll tell you my rules." I nod. "While we could have s*x here, we wont be having s*x because you're a frequent client here. And im not a prostitute. No giving me any marks on my skin. You can touch me and kiss my skin if you'd like, but hickeys are bad for business. Hm I don't think I have any more rules." She looked like she was thinking to see if she had any more. For some reason I was relieved and disappointed by the no s*x rule. I understand why she said it, but I ache to feel her. I guess Im relieved because that's not how I want it to be when I actually do get to sleep with her. Plus I don't want her to see me naked just yet, it might scare her, she is kinda tiny. She shakes her head to say that's everything. "I don't think I have any rules, but I have a question.." She looked at me curiously and nodded for me to continue. "Well what would it take for you to get in my bed? Im willing to do anything." She giggled at my eagerness. "Tsk tsk Dallas. If you want a piece of me then you'll need to take me out and possibly stop coming here. You think you could do that?" I stopped for a moment. I couldn't stop coming here. I love watching her dance. "What if I still come to watch you?" She raised an eyebrow. "That might be a little weird, creepy, and stalkerish don't you think?" I whined and gave her puppy dog eyes. "Fine. I work tomorrow which Im sure you already knew, but don't come to watch tomorrow and you can take me to dinner. I get off at 8. Deal?" I smiled brightly, staying away for a day? No problem. I bit my bottom lip and she ran her thumb across it, gently pulling my lip from between my lips. "Tell me Dallas, what do you want?" She whispered, her lips close to mine. "Oh I think you know" I smiled and prayed that she would finally bring her lips to meet mine. "I meant for your time in the private room. What do you want?" My thumbs rubbed small circles on her sides as she spoke. My way of trying to get that kiss? I really don't know. This is way too intimate, I can barely think. "I.. Just... Kiss me.. And a lap dance strip tease?" I said, more like asked. My mind was dust at this point. Im surprised that I managed to even get words out. She giggled again and I swear it was like angels singing. It was probably just my mind though. Im not sure what happened after she pressed her lips to mine, the kiss was soft and passionate. She tastes like raspberries. She let me deepen the kiss and slip her tongue. Literally everything after that is a blur. That kiss was like an extremely strong drug that got me high immediately.

Im still feeling the euphoria from that kiss with Quinn and its been like 14 hours since I last saw her. God Im gonna be jonesing for more soon. Im finding it hard to stay away. I actually checked to see if she was there yet or not. One of my men said she wasn't. Its still pretty early in the day, so I didn't expect her to be. I entered with my men and walked back to Dexter's office. We didn't knock, we just walked in, my men surrounding the exits and two standing behind me. Dexter looked up at me and snorted. I really hate being looked down upon and underestimated. "Dexter." I said trying to get his full attention. He looked up from his paperwork and leaned back without a care in the world. Why is he so damn cocky? Ugh. Pain in my ass. "So what is this?" He rested his hands behind his head, looking some kind of relax. I rolled my eyes. "Guiloz is taking over this club. You're welcome to join the mafia if you want but we are forcing you out of ownership. I checked the deed to the club and its not owned by Kiax." I crossed my arms across my chest, staring at him seriously. He just laughed and sat up. "You really think I'd let your puny ass come in here and threaten me while you tried to take my club?" I scoff. Puny? Really. These fools. I want to shoot him right now but I can't. He matters to Quinn. She wouldn't forgive me if I killed this asshole. I clenched my jaw and curled my hands into fists, ready to punch Dexter, instead, he picked up the phone on his desk and muttered something that sounded a lot like "he's here." Was he expecting my visit? Who was on the other end?

It was a standoff of some kind. None of us did anything or made a move. A large dude I know as one of the bouncers, James I think it is, now stood next to Dexter. They both have that angry brooding thing going on. This waiting is annoying. Its been 30 minutes. Im only waiting for this other person, the owner, for 5 more minutes.

As if on cue, there is a knock on the door. It opens shortly after the knock, not bothering to get a response from anyone in the office. Okay its getting a bit crowded in here now. We sent out one of my guards and the bouncer so the person could come in the office and have some space. To my surprise, a small woman, a bit taller than Quinn, walked in the room. Why am I comparing everyone to Quinn? Jesus. The woman was wearing a black face mask, a black hoodie that was 3 sizes too big for her, some black stretchy looking jeans and black boots. Jeez someone has a thing for black. She walked over to Dexter, not even acknowledging us. She sat on his lap instead of making him get up. Her eyes landed on me and she narrowed them, glaring. Her eyes were so cold and emotionless that her gaze literally sent shivers down my spine. And not the good kind like the ones I get when Quinn looks my way. I need to stop thinking about her, she is driving me crazy. The woman, rests her elbows on the desk and folds her hands together, leaning forward on the desk slightly. "So boys. What is it you want?" Her voice was more cold and chilling than her eyes. I never thought a woman could be this intimidating. I rubbed the back of my neck and looked at her, all I could see was her eyes and forehead. "Well... I want your club." She leaned back into Dexter which made me uncomfortable for some reason. "I see. And you're not concerned about the price or who you're trying to take the property from right? Because you're in love with one of our dancers? Which one was it... Oh yes Quinn. She is quite the star here." I stared at the woman dumbfounded. "H-h-how do y-you kn-know t--th-that?" I stuttered, this woman is scary. "I have eyes and ears everywhere Dallas Xanadu. Don't sound so surprised. I suppose I should introduce myself. Im Lola Kent. Daughter of Maxwell Kent. Leader of the Kiax family. This fine gentleman is Dexter Heinz, son of Joshua Heinz. I killed Cole Marshall shortly after he killed our fathers. Not before finding out that your father is the one that hired him. So still want to try to steal my property out from under me?" She tilted her head, but she still looked cold and emotionless. Doesn't she care? I sigh, "I apologize for my fathers actions and Ill back off the club. But why didn't you have the club down as Kiax territory?" I imagine she smirked before saying anything but It's not like I'd know. "Well you boys from Guiloz pay really well. And in a way its like im stealing your money. You guys pay your rival and don't even know it."

'Oh' was all I managed out before we just left. Its not worth the war. Quinn is of course but not the club. Now Im just sitting in my car across the street from the club.