-- HEADING THERE TONIGHT. YOU WORKING?

She texted back.

HERE NOW. SEE YOU SOON BB.

-- NOT ALONE. AM WITH AN INNOCENT. PLAY NICE.

She laughed and closed her phone. Brad De Luca with an innocent? She'd believe that when she saw it. He typically liked the slutty type. All ass and no commitment, that was Brad's game. Why was he with a newbie, and if she was so fresh-faced, why was he bringing her here? She thought for a moment, and then opened her phone and texted back a response.

SO SHOULD I STAY AWAY?

His response was almost immediate

-- NO. I NEED YOU. GET MONTANA TO PLAY WITH HER.

Alexis smiled, pleased. She closed the phone and stuck it in her locker, then went in search of Montana.

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"So why Safirre? It's the best?"

Brad pursed his lips. "It's not the best, but it's up there."

"I thought you only went to the best."

He laughed softly. "It will be the best, it's getting there. And I'm loyal to it. It's a relatively new club, but a true Gentlemen's Club, versus a Strip Club."

"Oh really. What makes it so Gentlemanly?"

"Well I'm sure the marketing departments all have different ways of branding it, but for me it comes down to one thing. The girls. Safirre's girls don't do drugs, don't drink at the club, or do "extra favors" in the VIP room."

"You don't like extra favors?"

"I don't like the type of girls who do extra favors. They reek of desperation. The girls at Safirre have more class, more self-respect."

I rolled my eyes. "You are so full of shit."

"Yet here you are."

I looked out the window at the colorful lights streaming by, the onlookers waving as our limo passed. "Yet here I am."

---

Alexis alerted the manager, Janine, as well as the doorman that Brad De Luca was coming. Janine, a 40-year old former dancer, was cool. She was smart, always catching the little ways the customers and girls tried to rip them off, but sweet too. Being a former dancer she treated them all with respect, and knew the different problems they all faced. Other strip clubs worked the girls too hard, and treated them like dogs. Safirre gave them health insurance, 401Ks (not that any of the girls had one), and allowed them to move up in management if they were interested. Alexis was not. She liked the attention she got from dancing, and knew her strengths. Smarts she didn't have. She would dance until she got too old, and would then probably become a house mom, like Sandra. Alexis was one of the only dancers who did receive a salary - supposedly it came from her being a floor supervisor, which she technically was, but they all knew what it was really for.

Fucking Brad De Luca.

CHAPTER 21

The limo pulled up to a long white building, with columns in the front and the always-present valet area. A muscular guy in a tight black tee shirt opened my door, and offered a hand to help me out. Brad followed close behind, and greeted the man with familiarity. They shook hands and conferred briefly, then Brad touched my elbow and we moved to the door. Two more muscular guys opened the large doors, and we moved into a gold hallway with dark carpet. We stopped at a desk where I was given a red wristband.

"What's this for?" I asked.

"So they know you're with me."

"Why do they need to know I'm with you?"

His eyes slowly traveled down my skimpy dress to my exposed legs. He smirked.

"Oh my god! I do not look like a stripper!" I smacked his arm.

"I think they prefer "exotic dancers."

"You better behave... come on and take me in."

We walked down the hall, passing restrooms and a store *who'd buy stuff here?* and then passed through another set of doors. The room we finally entered was huge, with different levels everywhere. The levels and tables were all focused toward the center of the room, set up similar to a theatre in the round. All over the room, girls from long ropes hung from the ceiling. They worn glittered straps of sheer fabric carefully wrapped around their body and barely covering their privates. The girls performed aerial acts on the ropes, spinning and hanging in different ways. The tables were discreetly unlit - the lighting everywhere else, so the room seemed well lit despite the pockets of privacy everywhere. The stage had three poles, all with beautiful women dancing on them. Other poles were scattered throughout the room, with more tan bodies spinning, hanging and twirling on them. Drink girls wandered the room, wearing chokers, suit jackets with bare skin underneath, miniskirts, and stilettos. The girls oozed elegance and sex, and were not the typical tattooed, big haired, bleach blond strippers of my visions. Maybe there was something to this "gentlemen's club" thing.

Brad led me through the tables till we came to one close to the stage. He pulled out a chair for me and I sat, demurely crossing my legs. I stared at the stage, a symphony of colors, lights, and glitter. A trampoline was hidden off the back of the stage and occasionally a dancer would swing down, bounce on the trampoline, and swing back to an upper platform. It was like a circus on sex crack. Most of the girls seemed to be gymnasts, somersaulting and bending in ways that their bodies shouldn't seem to flex. Around us, at the tables, the typical strip club activities seemed to be going on. Girls sitting on laps, flirting, and giving dances. The common theme seemed to be tanned, with big breasts. I looked down at my chest and felt inadequate.

A drink girl appeared, with a bottle of Champagne and two glasses. She gave Brad a hug and set down the bottle, popping the cork and pouring two glasses. Brad was fiddling with his phone, and slid it into his pocket as she finished.

"Thanks Jen."

"Of course Mr. De Luca." She winked at him and walked away.

I looked at him dryly. "I take it you're a regular here also?"

"I try to make it by every trip."

I rolled my eyes and sipped the champagne, enjoying the show. The women had beautiful bodies, and I enjoyed the ability to stare. The girl closest to me, a natural blonde starting crawling on the stage in front of us, and met my eyes with a steady stare. She winked at me, and I squirmed a little, unsure of how to react. She flashed me a smile and sat up, grabbing her br**sts in either hand and pressing them together. I looked away and saw Brad, his eyes staring at the stage. He had a cocky smile on his face.

"Hey," I said, leaning forward and touching his arm. He turned to look at me, and then glanced up, at a girl who had appeared at my side. I turned and saw a tiny brunette with a slight Asian tilt to her features. She had a tight body with big natural br**sts and wore a leather bodysuit. A diamond-encrusted choker encircled her neck and set off the diamond studs in her ears. Flanking her was another gorgeous girl, tall and tan with jet-black hair and a hot-pink bra and panty set that displayed her assets to perfection.

"Alexis, Montana." Brad said, his face lighting up. "Come, join us. Champagne?"

"Now, Brad, don't you try and test us. You know the rules," the tall girl said with a flirtatious laugh. She said down next to him, and pressed her body close to his, rubbing his leg. I felt a flicker of irritation but was distracted by the other girl, who sat down on my other side. "I'm Montana," she said in a girly, musical lilt.

"Julia," I said, shaking her hand.

"How's your night going so far?"

"Pretty good, I guess. We had good luck at the tables - my first time playing blackjack."

"You don't look old enough to play," she said playfully, hitting my shoulder.

"I'm newly 21," I said sheepishly. "First time in Vegas."

"Been to a strip club before?"

"I thought it was a gentlemen's club."

She found this hilarious, and giggled for about a minute, sitting back on the loveseat and holding her tight stomach. "Oh honey - you will fit right in here. Want the grand tour?"

I glanced over at Brad, who was in deep conversation with the tall girl, his hand tracing a pattern on her upper thigh. He didn't seem like he would miss me much. "Brad, Montana is going to give me a tour." He glanced up at Montana and me, and smiled.

"Sounds good, baby. Try and behave, Montana can get wild."

"I'll try." "You too," I added as an afterthought. He looked at me strangely, a question in his eyes. I turned and followed Montana, her holding my hand like we were best friends. We weaved through the crowds and I glanced back, but Brad had already disappeared in the sea of lonely men and beautiful women.

---

"Finally," Alexis breathed, her finger tracing a path down Brad's neck to the open skin in between his top buttons. "Want a dance?"

Brad pushed away her hands and grabbed her waist with both hands, lifting her in one motion and placing her firmly on his lap, straddling him. His voice was brusque and his eyes feral. "I don't want a dance. I need you, now." She grabbed his face and kissed him hard on the mouth, then leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Let's go to the office."

The "office" was used mostly by Janine and the accountant who did their books. It was a rectangular space, and had floor to ceiling windows that faced the club floor. From inside the office you could see with perfect clarity outside, but no one could see in. The minute they were inside, Brad locked the door and turned to face Alexis, breathing hard. His eyes were wild and she knew immediately that this would be different. Normally Brad focused on her, bringing her to incredible pleasure. Tonight he had a need, and she knew what he needed. She immediately knelt at his feet, and unzipped his dress pants, his dick already pressing at his underwear. She moved the fabric until his dick popped free. The minute it was out, she grabbed it tight and started to suck, her cheeks hollowing from the suction. He exhaled, and pressed the back of her head, pulling it onto him. He set up a rhythm and starting rocking back and forth, his slick c**k growing until it was rock hard. He groaned gutturally and pulled her to her feet, kissing her roughly and then spinning her around, till she was facing the window. She placed her hands on the glass and arched her back, sticking out her ass. He stroked the condom onto his c**k and let his gaze travel from her high heeled feet, up her toned calves, and stopped on her full ass. He whispered her name, her real name, and then entered her hard from behind. She winced, his girth always surprising her. "I'm so sorry Sarah, but I need you so bad." He took her hard, pounding out a steady rhythm and she gasped, her body not yet ready for all of him. A few more strokes, and the pleasure started, her inner walls lubricated and accepting. She moaned, rubbing her cl*twith one hand while the other one pressed against the glass.

He grabbed her firm ass with one hand and ran the other hand down her back and then up the underside of her body, grabbing her breast firmly and squeezing. He continued playing with her tits and nipples, feeling her start to pulse and tighten. When he finally felt her shudder and tighten around his cock, screaming out his name, he slowed, then withdrew.

Brad walked her down to the floor and knelt over her, spreading her limber legs until they stuck out, her body open to him. Her bra still on, he pulled down the tops of it until her tits hung free. He gently squeezed them, then ran his hands down her body, playing with the outside of her pu**y softly until he felt the wetness dripping. He dipped one finger in, feeling her grind against him and their eyes met. She panted, ready for more. He held a leg in each hand and entered her slowly, pulling in and out as she arched against him. The club music thumping, the lights from the dance floor hitting the walls of the office, he f**ked her slowly, then faster and faster. He watched her breasts, moving from the rough movement, the pink sparkle from her bra glittering in the dim light. She kept her eyes closed and head back, exposing her neck to him. He reached forward, grabbing her throat and squeezing it. Her head snapped down and eyes flashed open, meeting his fierce gaze. They widened in excitement and he squeezed harder, choking her. He used her neck as leverage and drilled his thick c**k deep and hard into her. Her excitement grew and she struggled against him, then ripped his hand off her neck and shouted "fuckfuckfuckfuck!" as she came, gushing around his cock. He kept up the cadence through her orgasm, and for a minute longer, then pulled out, ripping off the condom. She grabbed his legs and pulled herself upright, grabbing his c**k and pumping it with her hand, hard and tight. The first spurt of his cum shot out, a long, thick stream. She watched it hit her breasts. "Come on baby, give me it. Give me it all." Two more big spurts came, and he grunted, his legs twitching.

"Swallow it," he whispered, and she quickly complied, covering his head with her eager mouth and continuing to pump his c**k with her hand. His last few spurts were sucked down, and she stared into his eyes as his orgasm faded. He gently released her head, and stepped back, grabbing one of the rolling chairs in the office and sinking into it, his dress shirt still on and his pants around his ankles. She crawled over and put her head in his lap, and he played with her hair, his head back and eyes closed.

CHAPTER 22

I followed Montana as we traveled past the big stage, down a side hall, and then up some stairs. "We call this HQ," she giggled. "Like Headquarters - get it?" I nodded, wondering how she kept her big boobs in the tiny thing she called a bikini top. Her theme seemed to be USA - she had long blue eyelashes, an American flag bikini top and thong bottom, and a red cover-up tied around her ass. Her shoes continued the theme - 5 or 6-inch platform heels, silver and blue with red stars at the ankles. We opened a black door and walked into a long thin room, with a wide stretch window that surveyed the club. Underneath the window was about 20 monitors, all various camera angles. I walked slowly down the bank of monitors, looking at all the camera views. Everything seemed to be monitored, from the valet entrance to the bathroom lobbies to the dim tables. Over half of the monitors were green, indicating night-vision, and high definition. VERY high definition. In one screen I could see the outline of a patron's hard-on, in another the cellulite on a dancer's ass. Four employees sat in front of the monitors, all watching raptly, and almost constantly speaking into handheld radios.