“Mighty pretty friend,” Tony adds, and I feel my hands clench my wallet tightly, and I’m tempted to wad up his business card and throw it in his face, but I don’t need to cause problems for Tim. “How old is she?”
“Enough, and this conversation is over,” I finalize, pivoting on my heel and showing myself out.
This guy wants muscle. And I’m damn near about to use the force of all of mine to put his head through that wall for looking at what’s mine.
I march back out toward the lobby and it’s in that moment that I realize I’m absolutely and completely fucking in love with Gabriella. Just as seconds ago I was thinking of pleasing myself to this picture, it’s crystal clear now that there would be no pleasure in such an act. I’m saving this load that’s threatening to crack my balls, that’s hanging over me like a thick, dark cloud ready to unload moisture, and I’m not letting it go until my cock is buried inside her and I coat her womb with my sticky seed, plastering her womb to the point where her body has no choice but to make me a baby. Our baby. Our first, of many.
“How’d it go?” Tim asks, a big smile on his face.
“You said you had something planned for tonight? Some sort of fun?”
“Yeah,” he says, following me as I walk right out the front door.
“Let’s get started now. I need a drink or I’m going to explode.”
“You didn’t get the job? You were a shoo-in.”
I want to put my shoe in my best friend’s ass for being so naive, but he’s my best friend, and his innocence is what helps balance out my lack of the same. That and it’s that same innocence that has transferred through his genes to his daughter, and for that, I’m forever grateful.
She can play the little Lolita tart game, but I can see right through it. I know she’s pure, yet I know she’s not just tempting me. She’s ready to transition from little girl to woman.
Little does she know she’s always going to be a little girl…my little girl.
She belongs to me, and Daddy’s not letting her go. Ever.
4 Gabriella
“I learn things quickly.”
“No,” the strip club owner says, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. “We never put girls on stage without a proper tryout.”
I think he’s talking about watching girls dance first until his eyes drift down to his midsection. I gulp, but there’s nothing to swallow, my mouth feeling like it’s filled with cotton.
“If that makes you nervous, then I already know you’re not going to be comfortable shaking your tits in front of a bunch of, drunk, horny, potentially grabby guys during your shifts.”
“An eighteen-year-old like me will bring in big money for the club.”
“Aaaaand you clearly don’t know how this business works. You pay us to dance, young lady. Dancers are independent contractors who are basically renting the time on stage and in the backroom. And speaking of time you’ve wasted enough of mine. Come back when you’re ready to…complete your application,” he adds for good measure, his hips thrusting up in his chair and a devious grin spreading across his face.
I roll my eyes just as there’s a single knock on the door and another girl sticks her head in. “Sorry to interrupt,” she says, holding a hand up before bringing it to her chest in some sort of peace offering, “but Mercedes called in sick, Bentley’s boyfriend just got thrown in jail so she can’t make it, and Caprice skipped town.”
I whistle audibly and pretend to file my fingernails. “You running a used car dealership or a gentleman’s club here?” I cut.
“Bitch, I don’t know who the hell you are or who you think you are but my patience tonight is the only thing that’s used, as in up, and if you press me I will shank you whore.”
Welcome to the big leagues. I keep my mouth shut.
“All right, Cinnamon. I’ll see what I can do,” the manager says and the girl behind me exhales hard and shuts the door, before opening it again. “Cayenne just fell and twisted her ankle. She’s gonna need crutches to get outta here,” she adds before shutting the door a second time.
“Or maybe a spice shop.”
“You think anyone is dumb enough to dance under their own name, Malibu?” he says.
“Malibu?” I groan.
“Yeah, like Malibu barbie,” his eyes lingering on my chest disapprovingly, “without the tits.” He pauses. “Now get the fuck outta my office and onto the side stage before I change my mind.”
I spin on my heel and prepare to high tail it outta there, “Just remember. The first night I keep everything, as a thank you. And you can thank me after your shift’s over too. Remember, you still haven’t completed your application.”
“But you’ve
