Suppressed Mate

The VIP Guests

I stand, staring into Blacks eyes for what feels like eternity but it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. The man next to Black with the southern drawl clears his throat, breaking the moment.

Startled, I look at him as he smile and says, “thank you, ma’am.”

My heart is racing and I have such a strong urge to step as close as I can to Kane to see what he smells like. I’m certain he smells as good as he looks. I deliberately take a step back away from the table to put some space between us.

Giving my head a slight shake, I smile back at him and say, “certainly, please let me know if you gentleman need anything else,”Then step over to the VIP table.

“Can I get you guys anything else? Another round of beer?” I ask

“Yes, another round of beer,” Clay responds. “And I want a dance in one of those private rooms”

“I’ll be happy to get those drinks for you. Which dancer would you like the dance from and I can ask them to come over?” I ask.

“I want the dance from you in a private room, sweet cheeks.” He says with a voice dripping in fake sweetness and emphasizing the word “private”. Even if I was a dancer, I wouldn’t want to give this man a private dance.

Putting on my own fake smile, I respond, “sorry, I am not a dancer so I don’t offer private dances or dances of any kind, for that matter, but Fire, the dancer who just completed her set, is one of our best and I know she would be happy to give you a private dance. Would you like me to escort you to a private room and I can bring her to you as long as she doesn’t have another client already? There are also several other dancers you can request.”

“Sure, request a dance for me from Fire and you can escort me to the room. But bring us another round of drinks first,” he says.

Keeping the forced smile on my face, I say, “of course, let me get those drinks for you,” and turn to make my way back to the bar across the room.

“Hey Curtis, another round for VIP table 1,” I call to the bartender. “Also, do you know if Fire has a client right now? One of the guys from that table is wanting a private dance.”

Curtis checks his computer behind the bar and says, “it looks like she’s already booked with someone in room three for another 15 minutes. But room six is open if you want to escort him there and let him know Fire will be with him as soon as she’s done with her current guest. I’ll give you a shot on the house for him for the wait.”

“I appreciate it, Curtis.” I say. “He requested me to give him the private dance and I don’t think he was thrilled that I declined. Maybe the shot will make him happy and he will tip Fire even better and my own tip won’t suffer from not giving him the dance myself.’

“You know, you could make even more in tips if you started offering private dances. I’m sure Pablo would be fine with it,” he says as he begins setting beer bottles onto my tray.

“Not a chance,” I tell him. “I struggle enough spending hours on my feet in heels. I’d fall over onto a client if I tried to dance in them too.”

“I doubt that. But if this guy you have now gets drunk enough, he won’t know it wasn’t you that gave him the private dance anyway,” Curtis says with a wink as he adds the shot to my tray.

Laughing, I turn away from the bar with my tray full of beer bottles and the shot and approach the table with Clay and his group. I set the drinks in front of each of the men, and the shot in front of Clay. He eyes me up and down as I step back a little, his eyes lingering on my chest.

“Fire is currently with another client but she should be done in about 15 minutes. We wanted to provide you with this complimentary shot for the wait. I am happy to escort you to a private room where Fire will join you as soon as she is done with her current dance,” I tell him.

Without warning, his hand shoots out and slaps my ass and he says, “oh you can escort me where ever you’d like, sweet cheeks.” The other men at Clay’s table laugh at his words and actions.

Stepping back, I hear what sounds like a low growl coming from the VIP table next to Clay. I look up to see Black turned in his seat with a look on his face that says he wants nothing more to wipe the smirk off Clays face using only brute force. Shaking my head, I tell myself it couldn’t have been a growl I heard, it must have been the leather making noises as Black turned in the booth.

“Keep your hands to yourself, Agall.” Black says in a cold voice lacking of any emotion but menace.

Laughing, Clay says, “oh relax, Black. I’m just having a bit of fun. No harm done. Right, sweet cheeks?” He asks, turning his eyes to me.

Forcing the smile back on my face, I respond, “My name is Jerrica. Also, touching the girls in the establishment is generally frowned upon unless they provide consent. No harm done this time, sir. However, I do recommend ensuring you have Fire’s consent to touch her during the dance. Touching a dancer without their express consent can lead to banishment from the establishment. This is part of our Code of Conduct. Now, if you will follow me, I’ll take you to the private room where Fire will meet you shortly for your dance.”

Fire is one of my favorite people at the club. Her real name is Alexis but Fire is her stage name. She’s been kind to me since I started and even offered to give me private lessons if I ever decided to become a dancer. With short, bright red hair and a smile that brightens any room, her stage name is fitting. She tends to wear vibrant red, yellow, and orange costumes and lingerie to go with her stage name.

She previously told she generally doesn’t let patrons touch her during private dances. I feel guilty as part of me hopes that she doesn’t allow Clay and that he breaks the code of conduct so that he can be banned from the establishment. It would serve him right for being such a creep and asshat. I make a mental note to ask one of the bouncers to stand outside of the private room during Fire’s session to ensure she is safe and the bouncer can immediately step in, if needed.

“See, Black?” Clay says looking towards Black, a condescending smile on his face. “No harm done. I’ll be a good boy from now on.”

I noticed the rest of Clay’s table has gone quiet and is watching the exchange between the two men. Tension quickly growing in the air.

Knowing Pablo will truly fire me if a fight breaks out between the two tables, I clear my throat and wait for Clay to look at me before saying, “If you will follow me, sir?”

Standing and stepping towards me Clay takes his shot and tosses it back. He’s close enough that I smell him when his hand holding the shot glass almost touches me. The smell of the bourbon in the glass is strong, but I also get a whiff of something that reminds me of rusted metal and the tang of blood. It’s an odd scent that smells wrong. I take an involuntary step back.

He places the shot glass on the table, picks up his beer, and says to me, “lead the way,” as his eyes rake my body again in a way that makes my skin crawl.