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  “I gave that life up,” Russell reminded her. He was leaning on the bar, whispering for only her to hear.

  “But you didn’t give up fuckin’?”

  Applause broke loose when the owner of the club stepped on stage. Him repositioning his tie expressed his pride felt toward what he had in store, his smile ready to set the freaks loose. Renee had been keeping tabs on Russell, watching him to ensure the secrecy he promised regarding her and her business remained intact. Russell looked around, making sure no ears had swallowed what she said.

  “Jim!” he called out across the bar at his coworker, trying his best to carry his voice over the loud music that now helped introduce the dancers. “I need you to cover my side of the bar for a minute!”

  Jim smirked, his arms folded against his chest. He leaned against the interior of the bar. His eyes locked on the stage.

  “Pocket my tips for the rest of the night. I don’t give a fuck. Just watch the bar for a second!”

  Jim nodded, his vision never parting from what was to come. Russell came out from behind the bar, and Renee followed suit. They met at the far-right side of the building at a payphone between the men’s and women’s bathrooms.

  “What do you want?” he nervously asked.

  “For you to do what you do best: fuck.”

  “What the fuc . . .” He caught himself. Disrespect would not be tolerated, and although he was no longer on Renee’s payroll, he knew some things remained the same. “What does my sex life have to do with anything?”

  “Everything, I need for you to release the beast and do a little burning for me.”

  Russell’s heart melted into his shoes and created a puddle. Knowing his extracurricular activities was one thing, but his health status was a whole different realm. He cleared his throat, pushed aside the extent of her knowledge, and attempted to hear what her contorted mind had in store.

  “You screw the women who terrorized Madison in front of me right here, right now, and I’ll pay for all of your medical bills. You’ll have the best medication there is for HIV. All you have to do is spread the love.”

  The duty that was placed in front of Russell scratched at his bones and pulled at his nails. Premediated murder, the spread of a killer his blood and semen held, was now in high demand. Just five months ago, he was diagnosed with HIV and sentenced to a death that could not be delayed, simply because not enough bills with pictures on them warmed his bank account. He needed an out, help to survive, and once again, Renee was there to pick up the pieces of his life in shambles. Questions about Madison’s work relationship with her coworkers and her connection with Renee walked through his thoughts, but they easily evaporated into images of life with financial help. His quiet reaction, asking no questions, let Renee know that he would work for what he needed.

  A change of music slammed into the club. Four women in transparent glow-in-the-dark costumes took the stage and fed the hunger salivating from the mouths of men. The stage glowed, and the bar lit up, both taking on the color white, brightly lit like Times Square in the middle of the night. The strippers started their dance of seduction. Touches landed on skin, and after minutes of fantasies being rewarded to the audience, two of the topless women pulled four men from the crowd and onto the stage. An orgy broke out, its surprising performance causing customers to wipe their eyes in order to confirm that what they were seeing was real. Screams and a rise of applause exploded and conquered the music. The sight of sex and adrenaline pumped fiercely. Bouncers sprinted toward the audience and pulled men lacking self-control off the stage, their grip on one girl’s ankle snatched away. The energy spit onto the platform, and the sexual vibes escaping rejuvenated the girls and heightened the chosen men’s sexcapade.

  Girls who were not on stage idly walked around the club, resentment internally brewing because they were not picked for the night’s events. Men who were not lost in the crowd but comfortable on the old couches nursed their drinks and absorbed the fresh air the separation between them and the crowd created. Strippers in need of an outlet massaged the shoulders of men who were not drowned in the show and started their own porn video at their seats.

  “Which girls gave Madison problems?” Renee asked. The glow from the bar kissed her cheek.

  Numb to what he had agreed to and would soon carry out, his lips clung to one another while he turned and looked at the stage, his stare answering Renee’s question. The women Renee set her eyes on were covered in body fluids without a care in the world.

  “Did you fuck them?”

  He shook his head no. HIV was enough to put an end to his one-night stands and ease him away into a safe zone.

  “When this”—Renee looked once more at the depressing act, closed her eyes, and shook her head—“entertainment is done, make it happen. Get them into one of those secluded rooms, and fuck them like you never fucked before.”

  Chapter 29

  Money spoke loud to a man of greed. Russell was unable to finish his sentence, let alone tell his boss how much Renee was willing to pay to see him have sex with his top strippers, before he agreed. Sexually drained customers were scattered among the club with drinks in their hands while enjoying the everyday sets the women performed. The quiet, satisfied aura now taking place eased under the metal door located in the back of the club. The room Renee, Russell, and the four women determined to kick Madison off her stripper pedestal occupied was large, cold, and made up of stainless steel completed with cozy furniture and clean sheets. This room was set aside for high rollers and taken better care of than the rest of the establishment. Alcohol, cigarettes, and party drugs such as ecstasy in small red velvet boxes outlined the room. This free drugstore made employees wish for an invitation.

  In the middle of the room sat a round glass table holding a drinking glass, with its matching decanter filled with a golden liquid in front of a high-backed cream chair. In the seat, Renee watched the youngest of the girls lying naked on the slippery sheets open her eyes when Russell removed himself from her only to see Renee watching their intimate moment.

  Windy always had a crush on Russell. The friendly and delicate approach he had given her when she first entered the club made her feel like she had a friend. The drinks he supplied her with before her sets and backroom flings were 90 percent alcohol and 10 percent soda. Those drinks helped put her in the mind frame needed to function in the business and never stopped, even when their boss advised him to. There were times the owner wanted the girls sober. “No one wants sloppy pussy,” was one of his favorite sayings, and at certain times he held the girls to those standards. But Windy needed drinks, and whenever Russell came across a drug that could take her away and make it possible for her to perform, he gave it to her free of charge.

  She closed her eyes, waiting for him to once again enter her mine and drill for gold. He stuffed her breast inside his mouth and lifted his torso for stability when Emerald, a middle-aged Vietnamese woman obsessed with the color green, slipped her head underneath him and filled her mouth with his manhood. Pre-ejaculation seeped out of Russell and took comfort in the open wound lunged in her gums. The slight burning sensation its contact caused forced Emerald to shift his penis to the left side of her mouth and lap her tongue over its hole.

  Happy for the gratification, he dove into Windy’s lips and passionately made love to her mouth. Windy kissed Russell, hard, the need for love causing small birds with hearts in their mouths to spin above their heads. The intensity between the two tore down the sex-intensified room and hurt the plan Renee had set in motion.

  Glitter and Whisper sat at the top of the bed watching, zoned out and, for the first time, the audience instead of the act. Renee was clear that there would be no girl-on-girl action, so while Russell was occupied, the last two strippers sat unsure of what part to play. Entertained by their lack of motivation to earn a buck, Renee grinned while shaking her head.

  “Get to work, ladies. Your lack of teamwork is forcing money out of your pockets and back into mine.
”

  Hearing they were in danger of losing money from the no-name woman, Glitter raced to the bottom of the bed and forced herself beside Emerald, where she would taste Russell’s testicles. Glitter sparkled even in the brightly lit room. She drenched herself in the small, pretty paper because not many men liked the decoration. It was a tactic used to keep her on the stage where she felt most comfortable. Being an important asset to the club like Madison was highly significant to Glitter. However, Glitter chose to win her throne through the stage and not in the rooms.

  Whisper, the most outspoken, who taunted Madison most, whispered sweet nothings in her john’s ears, staring at the bed’s arrangements, her eyebrows sinking in. Renee could see just by how Whisper looked on that she was an intimidator. She was a wordsmith who manipulated others and could never fall in line but led the pack.

  So slowly and on her own time, Whisper slid next to Windy and Russell and broke their kiss. Grabbing him by his hair, she lifted his head and ravished him with kisses of her own. The bed became a sex battlefield where Glitter’s and Emerald’s heads knocked together like a game of Ping-Pong. The awkward position of Russell’s body and the pulling of his genitals created discomfort mixed with the need for more. The deprivation of appetite in Russell’s kisses alerted Whisper to his discomfort, and her eyes searched for the cause. Glitter and Emerald pushed at one another. Saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths and landing on the new rug alerted Whisper that the pulling of his skin was taking the fun out of her job.

  Whisper pulled her foot back and kicked each woman in the forehead. One by one, the force pushed Glitter and Emerald off the bed and on their behinds. The intensity the room encountered after both women hit the floor nearly put a dent in the walls. Whisper pulled Russell off of Windy, his body landing on top of hers while she fell on her back next to Windy. The little bit of drugs she consumed upped her strength, Supergirl in the flesh.

  Russell slid right inside of her. Whisper committed herself to the act of physical contact and contracted her vagina walls, determined to squeeze and massage all that he had from him. The show involving five turned into two, and everyone’s gaze fell on Windy. There wasn’t one dancer in the building who wasn’t aware of her budding love for Russell.

  From the floor, still in shock over being literally kicked to the side, Glitter and Emerald stared at Windy, their hearts beating radically and thoughts doing jumping jacks. Renee smiled. She knew the look of infatuation and borderline puppy love when she saw it. She focused on how quickly Windy undressed and fell into Russell’s arms the instant they waltzed inside the room. She was competing for his attention and thought if he had a taste of her first, he would ignore the others.

  The same women who pulled together against Madison were now crumbling among themselves. They saw Madison as the enemy, and now that she was gone, they’d replaced her with one of their own. Renee set out for revenge on behalf of Madison, but she had no idea the experience would be so entertaining, so emotional. She laughed. Karma had come full circle, and she had front-row seats. The echo of the embarrassing and judgmental snicker escaping Renee’s mouth caught Windy’s attention and asked her some questions.

  You gonna let her take your man like that? You gonna let her outshine you? The questions boomed inside Windy’s mental. Sitting up, she rested her hand on his shoulder in preparation of pulling him off Whisper when his body ran stiff and waves of satisfaction broke through his length. The enjoyment Whisper accomplished by causing him to ejaculate raced through her face and achieved eye contact with Windy. Her smirk alone caused desperation to rear its ugly head and Windy to pull Russell away from Whisper.

  Like a doll, for the second time, Russell had been pulled off a female. However, this time he landed on his back, and Windy’s mouth indulged in the cream releasing from his manhood. Semen tumbled out of Whisper’s vagina, and a string of white followed Windy and Russell. Russell’s body moved from left to right. The intensity of the oral sex became too much, and he fought against the exquisite feelings, yet held on to them tight. The fast nods Windy was performing was a work of art on a canvas called a bed.

  Amused by Windy’s aggression, Emerald and Glitter got back on the bed and held an antsy Russell down. Occasionally his hands tried pushing Windy’s head away, so the moment Glitter noticed this, she pinned his arms down, and Emerald secured his legs. They wanted him to feel every inch of pleasure pulsating through his body without interruption.

  No longer limp from his prior release, Russell sat heavy in Windy’s mouth. The building of round two climbing up his manhood sent him into a rage. He snatched his arm away from Glitter, grabbed Windy by her jet-black waves, and pushed himself deeper into her throat. Erupting, his hot lava splattered itself inside her mouth. Sperm filled Windy’s cheeks, and with two big gulps, she swallowed it whole.

  Russell looked at the wall. So much had been pent up from the last few months, and the second he finally released himself, he felt free. However, now that his body was at ease, he was haunted by his dirty deeds. His irresponsible ways had just affected a good two out of the four women he was sent after. There was a chance the virus didn’t cling to them, but Russell knew the truth. He could already see the death sentence in their eyes.

  The females laughed at Russell’s exhaustion. The rise and fall of his chest and the excessive sweat made him look as if he had lost weight. He searched the silver ceiling for reassurance that what he was doing was right, but nothing showed.

  Renee stood. The decanter was hardly empty, yet she chose to taste new liquor. She walked past Russell, his head comfortably on the mattress when he felt the palm of her right hand tap his cheek three hard, quick times.

  “You have another round in you, don’t you? These two beautiful ladies haven’t had the pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She smiled, her eyes landing on Glitter and Emerald, who were now tucked away in a corner next to a coffee table, snorting the drug of their choice. The high rollers room gave the strippers unlimited access to poison, and all they had to do was sell their bodies.

  Russell turned away. His head’s movements caused a drop of sweat to moisturize Renee’s hand before pulling away and heading to the liquor. Whisper sat up, her breast free and her layered bronze hair giving off static. Wrinkles filled her face, and her body stiffened as she saw the proud look smothering Windy’s face. Her face scrunched up.

  “You look like someone I know,” she told Renee. Her lips firmly locked together, and her eyes tightened.

  “Oh, really? Then I guess she’s a ravishing beauty in a house of disaster. A force to be reckoned with.”

  “I wouldn’t say that,” Whisper shot back.

  Heading back over to the bed, Renee leaned down to Whisper’s level. This would be the first and only time she stooped so low as to reach someone beneath her, the tips of her hair grazing Whisper’s cheek.

  “You look a little dried up, my dear. Have a drink.” Renee flicked her fingers in Whisper’s face, the sweat she had accumulated from Russell’s cheek thrown in Whisper’s face. Whisper turned to avoid the perspiration. However, one droplet landed on her lip. Renee smiled and wiped her hand on her jeans. Never had she been happier to have not relieved herself of someone’s sweat the second it touched her.

  Holding back her cutting words, Whisper forcefully wiped off the sweat Velcroed to her lip. This woman had the same cocky attitude as Madison, and because of that, Whisper’s temper only worsened. Glitter eased herself beside her coworker when Renee walked away, her long dark legs on top of Whisper’s.

  “Calm down. She’s paying more money than any other low-life who strolled in this shit hole,” Glitter whispered. “Don’t fuck this up for us.”

  Whisper violently pushed her flunky’s legs off of her.

  “Break time is over, ladies and gentleman!” Renee announced.

  Russell tensed up. He didn’t want to continue, but he had no choice. Half the deed, if not more, was already done.

  “You two, get in
there.” Renee snapped her fingers at Glitter and Emerald, pointing them in Russell’s direction.

  Dazed in a corner and constantly snorting with her head laid back, Emerald finally achieved the high she had been waiting for. On all fours, she crawled to her victim, her toned shoulder blades popping out and showing off their definition. Her evenly filed nails clawed their way up the sheets, and like an animal, she crawled to him until she was directly on top of him. Her face exactly one inch from his, her green contacts stared him in the eye. Joining the pack, Glitter crawled to the end of the bed, her long limbs out of the blue kicking Whisper in her thigh and wherever else her foot landed on her way to Russell. There was no way she wasn’t getting her hit back before the night was over.

  Swarmed with guilt-ridden thoughts, Russell pushed Emerald off of him and forced himself away from Glitter. If he was going to finish this, he was going to finish it under the influence. Hopping off the bed, he grabbed a red velvet box from the shelf on a wall containing two pills and a bottle of vodka sitting in a crystal bottle. The pills slammed into his tonsils and rushed down his throat after he downed as much liquor as he could.

  The small capsules, which made him feel as if he were flying and carved a permanent smile into his face, kicked in after a few minutes. Uncontrollable laughter and happy moods took over. Russell jumped back on the damp bed and found himself positioned between Glitter’s legs, his head diving into the waters of excitement. Moans and thunderbolts of desire ticked inside of her. An orchestra of moans sashayed throughout the room, drugs and liquor made everything okay. Windy admired Russell’s physique from afar, and Whisper snorted the drug she couldn’t afford.