Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Plus, more importantly, she wanted to open it in the same area as The Peach Pit and if possible, put them out of business by drawing all the area’s decent dancers and good customers to her establishment.
A back-handed “fuck you” to the Demons.
Sapphire was all for it and wished she had the funds to donate for that anticipated “fuck you.” She might not have the money but she’d support her friend every way she could.
She sighed as she stepped from the dressing room out into the hallway. Since Cookie was nowhere to be found tonight, she was forced to track down Taint instead to raise a concern.
The girls had been complaining—and rightly so—about how no maintenance was being done in the dressing room anymore. Bulbs were burned out. The carpet hadn’t been cleaned in months. One of the toilets was clogged and out of order, as well as one of the showers not functioning properly, leaving them down to one of each. And if either of those broke, they were screwed.
Both Taint and his tip-stealing female waste of space had been ignoring those problems, not wanting to put a dime of the clubs’ money—both The Pit’s and the DDMC’s—back into the facility itself.
The biker in charge was a horrible manager and shouldn’t even be running a hot dog cart.
She hooked a right. Down the hallway on the left—right inside the rear exit that doubled as the employee entrance—was the manager’s office. Dread filled her gut when she saw the door was shut.
She leaned in closer and heard noises that indicated Taint was inside. She knocked on the door. “Tai—“ She grimaced and corrected her faux pas. “Saint!”
“Yeah!” came the answering, but clearly annoyed, shout through the door.
“Need to talk to you about something,” she yelled back, hoping he could hear her over the loud music.
The DJ, if you could call him that, sucked. His sole skill was knowing how to play music. Something a three-year-old could do. He had zero knowledge on how to balance the bass and treble or smoothly transition from one song to the next unlike the professional DJs that used to work at The Peach Pit.
But she should know better than to expect any kind of professionalism when it came to the prospects working in the club. They were only bodies to fill spots. They certainly didn’t have the skills or business sense needed to make the club a success.
Just like the man behind the closed door.
“What?” Taint barked.
Sapphire rolled her eyes and pulled in a breath. “It’s about the dressing room.”
For a few seconds she heard nothing else from the office. Finally he yelled, “Get in here!” and added on a bunch of grumbling she couldn’t make out.
She closed her eyes and braced herself for whatever she would find once she opened the door.
It was a crapshoot.
As she pushed the door open, she shouldn’t have been surprised at what she found.
He had Sunny, one of their newest dancers, bent over, his fist in her hair and her face pressed forcefully into the top of the desk. She wore a school girl outfit that included knee high socks, a plaid, pleated mini skirt, a white button down shirt that was tied around her waist and her hair was pulled into two pigtails. That skirt was pushed up over her ass, exposing it.
Aaaaaand, of course, Taint’s jeans were pulled down around his thighs and he was plunging his disgusting dick in and out of the poor woman.
“You okay?” Sapphire asked Sunny, not taking a step closer. For her own safety, she was staying right by the damn door.
Before Sunny could answer, Taint jammed her face harder into the desk. “Mind your own fuckin’ business. She’s good ‘cause she’s gettin’ my dick.”
That was debatable.
She’d pull Sunny aside later and make sure she was a willing participant.
“‘Less you wanna join us?”
Sapphire swallowed the bile that rose up her throat.
“Or you just wanna fuckin’ watch?”
Unfortunately, she was forced to watch if she wanted to speak to the asshole.
“Watchin’ this shit gets you wet, don’t it?”
No, just the opposite. She was now as dry as the Sahara Desert. In fact, her vagina already packed a bag and was about to run away.
“If you ain’t here to get some of this, what the fuck d’ya want?”
For you to die a long, painful death for all the misery you caused and still cause. She shook that unexpected dark thought free.
“The problems in the dressing room need to be addressed. I’m not sure what happened to the cleaning crew, but if they’re still working, they’re doing a shitty job.”
Taint didn’t answer, instead he continued pumping in and out of Sunny while staring at Sapphire’s exposed cleavage with his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
Was he fantasizing about her while fucking Sunny?
She somehow managed not to gag.