Vixen (4)

Chapter 4: “It’s true, I crave you…”

Spending every Friday night in the same booth entertaining the same hairy Russian who just couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself was a tedious task that Vixen wasn’t sure she could repeat for very long without breaking a few fingers. Once again Gedeon slid his leathery, calloused hands beneath the table to seek out the laced fabric covering her sex. He repeated this action countless times before she politely grabbed his hand and returned it to the safe region of her lower back that she preferred if she allowed him to touch her. This did not faze him as he just pulled her closer into his lap as he whispered hot nothings into her ear in Russian. Vixen wished she couldn’t understand the vulgar erotic fantasies sputtered from his foul mouth but her fluency in dozens of languages allowed her to follow every dirty utterance.

As Gedeon slurred out his desire to sheath his “sword” inside her in his thick accent, a familiar essence entered the room, making Vixen jump to life in the Russian’s lap and giving the illusion that the rich man’s perverse words had excited her. Gedeon grumbled low in approval and continued his verbal foreplay in fervor into her ear, but Vixen’s attention was on Dane as he strutted to the bar and ordered a drink from Melanie, the bartender. He hadn’t noticed her with Gedeon yet and she hoped to keep it that way.

Vixen’s attention shifted once again as Gedeon once again –for Christ’s sake!- slipped his hand between her legs. This kind of contact was not permitted in the club and certainly not between employees and clients. Only the performers were allowed to stimulate each other in the presence of clients for the erotic visual. She explained this to him and he growled and spat curses in frustration. “Then you touch her while I watch,” he instructed just as Roxie strolled past the table. The girl wore a fiery red bra and skirt with thigh-high black boots. Her hair was a wild mess of short, choppy layers that fell just past her jaw line. “You, girl,” Roxie paused and gave him a questioning glance. “Come here and I will pay you much.” Vixen gave her a pleading look and held out a hand. Roxie eyed her open palm and squinted suspiciously.

“He pays exceptionally well, I promise,” said Vixen. A mischievous smirk grew on Roxie’s face and she outstretched her hand to slide her fingers on her open palm once –a visual gesture of consent for the cameras- and take her hand to enter the booth. Gedeon grunted his approval.

Vixen straddled the girl and looked to the Russian who fixed his gaze on the two with anticipation. “Show me what you’ll do to me, Laskovaya moya,” he ordered. She turned back to the girl between her legs and placed the girl’s hands on her lower back in the same fashion she permitted Gedeon. Roxie picked up quickly and moved her hands to grasp the soft flesh of her ass. Vixen welcomed the groping and slid her hands behind the dancer’s neck to pull their mouths together in a hot kiss. As the women furrowed deeper into the heavy passion of their kiss, Gedeon began to stir in his black Armani suit. He groped his manhood from the outside of his pants and mumbled foreign phrases to himself. “Touch her pizda, devushka,” he commanded in a throaty voice.

Roxie halted in confusion, “Which one is he talking to?”

“You,” explained Vixen. She guided Roxie’s hand to the space between her legs, inclining her to touch. The girl continued without question and slipped her fingers beneath the lace to insert a dainty finger within the assassin’s tight hole. As usual, Vixen couldn’t feel the pleasure from the act but put on a good show for her client, panting and moaning and gyrating her hips in a mocked display of pleasure she picked up from observing her co-workers. Gedeon couldn’t tell the difference in the throes of his passion as he did his best to discreetly fondle himself beneath the shield of the booth table.

Vixen falsified shouts of pleasure traveled through the lounge and reached the ears of the detective who sat at the bar drinking a scotch on ice. Dane recognized her voice but was confused to hear it sound so different from her cries of ecstasy from their moment on stage. She’s so faking it, he thought. His eyes searched for her around the club and finally found her straddling a blonde female in a dark booth in the farthest corner of the lounge with a certain gray-haired Russian watching in a transfixed stupor as his hands worked in a steady pace beneath the table. Dane couldn’t help but feel both disgusted by the mafia lord and amused by Vixen’s mockery of ecstatic euphoria. He tried not to choke on his drink as he chuckled at the scene.


Across the room, Vixen heard his low outburst of amusement and sobered up just as Markovski climaxed violently. He sat there in his own cum for a few short moments as the two girls began to exit the booth. Vixen paused to give the man a light peck on the cheek before starting away. “Zhdat, Laskovaya moya,” he panted heavily, “five hundred thousand for each of you.” Roxie perked up and grinned widely.

“Thanks, dude,” she said airily and started off backstage. Vixen blew him a kiss and turned away, her smile fading quickly into a grimace as she too started backstage. Her eyes met with Dane’s for a brief moment before she lowered her gaze and sauntered out of sight.

Once Gedeon had found his wits, he reached beside him to activate the tablet to pay the women their due amount. He glanced up and saw the familiar young man from last week who made his woman cry out in a way unheard of before.