This is my newest story, it has taken months but it's finally finished. If you have ever read my stories, you know that it's not only about sex. Don't get me wrong... the sex is hot, but it's the buildup and the characters that make a difference between just reading a story and living it. In the preceding stories, Jamie was coerced into to masturbating for her boss (Performance Worthy of a Salary), and then Nick told Steve what Jamie had done (The Forgotten Panties). If you haven't read those yet, you might want to check them out. We left off as Steve and Jamie were planning their revenge. Here is how it turns out. Not sure which category it fits in.
Give me your feedback as to what you liked, didn't like, or what you would like to see happen next. And you might never know, you could end being a character in one of these stories. All characters are based on people I meet everyday, in person or online. Have fun!
Jamie was all shook up as she entered her and Steve's empty home. How could it have gone so wrong? She kept asking herself. How could Nick have been ahead of the game all this time? He had coerced her into masturbating for him and when it was time for her and Steve's revenge, he had framed him for fraud and money laundering. Now Steve was in a prison cell waiting for the bail money and she was afraid Nick would be back and take from her what he hadn't before.
She hadn't had the courage to tell her adoring husband that all the money in their accounts was frozen until the situation was resolved. They had never bothered to put anything under Jamie's name alone, never imagining that any situation would end up like this. They had plenty of money, but now she couldn't even touch a dime of it – not even to get him out on bail. She knew she needed to act quickly but had no resources of her own. Then it dawned on her; the man in the bar, the one who offered her a job.
She frantically searched through her purse for his card. Vincent Ronson...She quickly picked up the phone and dialed. Vincent remembered her immediately... who wouldn't... and happily agreed to meet the young beauty.
Jamie slipped into a pair of tight black leather pants, skipping the panties for added effect, and added a semi-sheer white halter-top. She knew that if she was going to charm a man into helping her, she needed her sex appeal to work full force... and for Jamie that meant a sexy outfit. If she were thinking clearly, or if this were a different situation, she would know that her sex appeal had nothing to do with the clothes she wore. She was taking no chances of the magic failing her, not that it ever had. Steve had often said she had a lot to learn about her impact on men; this was one of those times.
She touched up her makeup making sure everything was perfect, she dabbed a light shade of blush on the apples of her cheeks, as she stood back from the mirror, she looked at the doll like reflection staring back at her. "One last touch" she said as she debated between Gucci "Rush" and Bvlgari's "Omnia". She picked up the Gucci red box and sprayed her neck and her wrists. "Let's hope your favorite perfume works on other men as well, Steven", She whispered almost under her breath, before heading out to the Swan club.
The Swan club's bright lights made it look like it was daytime. From the outside, you couldn't tell it was a strip club; it looked more like a high-class bar. Jamie knew exactly what it was though. As she entered the doorway, her eyes were still adjusting to the sudden darkness and she walked into what at first seemed like a wall directly in front of her. She stared upward at the doorman, a 6 foot 4, 260 lbs huge black man wearing shades, his massive arms folded across his chest, his face an expressionless mask.
"Sorry miss, ladies aren't allowed to walk in alone" he grumbled as if saying it for the umpteenth time.
"I'm sorry"
Jamie paused and smiled, but drew no response.
"I'm here to see Mr. Ronson."
Upon the mention of his employer's name, the massive bouncer lowered his shades, grinned and spoke in a low deep voice that reminded Jamie of James Earl Jones.
"Step right in."
She walked past him but he stopped her again after only a few steps.
"I'm sorry miss, but no one sees Mr. Ronson without first being frisked."
His eyebrows gave Jamie a good idea of what his game was, but she needed to get inside.
"Then let's get this over with"
He walked and stopped a mere inches from her. He towered over her and was nearly twice as wide as her slender body. As he removed his sunglasses and looked into her shiny grey eyes, there was only lust in his dark eyes. He was as imposing a man as she had ever encountered, and yet she refused to be intimidated by him.
"Any time you're ready" she was already annoyed that he was enjoying himself so thoroughly.
He grabbed her purse from her and looked inside quickly. He handed it back to her as he bent down on one knee. He faced her, his head directly at her crotch level as she looked straight ahead. His huge hands touched her ankles as he looked up at her, smiling slightly. His hands slid up the inside of her legs, slowing as they reached her thighs. He watched her eyes as he slowly rubbed his hand over her pussy, but Jamie didn't even blink. The huge paws on the man slowly caressed her ass through the thin leather before they made their way back down her thighs, behind her knees, then returning to her ankles.
Only when he stopped did Jamie allow herself to look at the enormous man kneeling at her feet. She swallowed any sense of fear and put on her most defiant attitude. "Done?" she asked casually. The behemoth stood up, clearly disappointed at his inability to elicit either fear or excitement in the woman. He put his shades back on and glowered at her.
"Yeah you're clean, go ahead"
"Bet that made your day," she muttered under her breath as she walked away from the man, and into the club.
The club was swarming with businessmen in suits and it reeked of power; there was nothing raunchy about this place. She could practically smell the money dripping from them as she walked through and up to the bar. She approached the barmaid, a slender blond with enormous breasts who couldn't be much older than 18.
"I'm here to see Mr. Ronson," she said to the girl.
She smiled as if she were amused, "Oh, you mean Vincent? He just called down to say he'd be with you in a minute. Can I get you a drink while you wait... what would you like?"
"A Blue Lagoon would be nice, thanks."
Jamie sat at the empty stool at the bar. She quickly rethought her choice and added, "Hold the vodka." The girl smiled at her as if to show understanding of what Jamie was thinking, and moments later she handed her the blue colored drink.
"How much do I owe you?"
"Oh that gentlemen on the other side got it for you."
She pointed to a short stocky balding man in an obviously expensive and yet ill-fitting suit, who raised his drink as if toasting to her... she smiled and returned the gesture, but then quickly looked away lest he think she was looking for company.
Steve's words repeated in her head; if he wasn't there, he couldn't help protect her from the wolves. And that was how she sometimes felt without him, a little lamb in a place crawling with big bad wolves. Now was one of those times. She always told him that it wasn't about her as much as it was about her clothes. Steve always smiled at her naivety and tried to explain that it was her beauty, her sexuality alone that made that happen. Again his words came to her like a song playing in her head, "You still have a lot to learn about men, Babydoll." She quickly gave herself a pep talk in her head "Steve is not here to protect you now. This time you not only have to protect yourself, you also have to come through for him".
Vincent looked down through the glass window in his office, he had a view of the whole club, he liked to know everything that was going on in his money making pit. But this time, the only thing he was focused on was Jamie sitting at the bar. Jenny, one of the dancers walked in wearing close to nothing. She was about 25, younger than Jamie, a brunette with an athletic body. She poured herself a drink and made herself comfortable.
"Sugar, I have some business to attend to."
Jenny had come for one thing only. She and Vincent had a thing going; she fucked him and he paid for her schooling. Although not part of the plan, Jenny had fallen in love with the older man, the money was excuse to stick around and they both knew it. Vincent didn't need to pay for sex, many of the girls only wished they could get into his bed. He was a handsome successful man and money was never an object. Aside from the Swan, he owned several night clubs which brought in a significant amount of money each week and he was not ready to settle down. He liked his life the way it was. He loved women and making love to them and it ended there. "Ok" Jenny pouted.
