the pole dancers innocence

Family Drama

     Damian was furious! If Liam O'Grady was Saoirse's uncle, why was he threatening her? He went to his office to make a few calls and pull in a few more heads to get a grip on what all this meant. He was to busy running the club of late. The family business, so to speak was better left to people who had a stomach for it. He and Dominic had learned a few years back that knocking heads together to get ahead of the drug trade, or threaten a few politicians to keep the guns running smoothly, was not what they wanted to earn a living. But, he knew family members who really enjoyed doing those things. Maybe they might have answers, and first on his list was Carlo. He was still old school. He believed in hurt to get his answers. So...maybe he had some of the answers he needed as well.

     When he finished with his phone calls Damian asked Dominic to come up stairs. They sat together and he fished out a couple of faces from the mug shots and handed them to Dominic. "These two guys were picked up by Carlo's men a few nights ago. They were caught in the warehouse district breaking into a couple warehouses Carlo has down there to store guns. There was a shoot out and these two were killed. The guys they had the run in with disposed of the bodies, but the Saints had sanctioned the theft, so they knew where those guys were going. Their bodies turned up the day before Lena was killed in front of the storefront the Saints use as their headquarters. Stacked up nice and neat." Carlo doesn't know why Lena was killed, because she wasn't one of ours. And aside from her working here at one time he doesn't know much about her. The boyfriend of hers is an up and coming Lieutenant with the Saints. Hand picked by Liam O'Grady the new president. Apparently Shaun O'Rourke is his brother in law from Dublin, who recently came to live with him and his wife Mavis, and daughter, Kathrine. Perhaps his arrival is the reason Liam ignored picking up Saoirse. It coincides with the time frame. Carlo says he doesn't know much about this Shaun, but in some ways he fits the description Saoirse gave of the gunman. Tall, blonde, fit. But he couldn't say about the scar on his right cheek. He hasn't met or seen the man himself."

     "So this is family related. Family business?' Dominic looked up at Damian. "So what is Carlo and the rest of them doing about it?"

     "He's sending a few men over here. He's got a few more running the streets to find out what Liam is after, and how Saoirse fits into things. The fact that she knows nothing about her uncles business is in her favor. Aside from that I won't let the family step in and take her from me either. She's an innocent party in this, but I am wondering if a visit to her father isn't warranted." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Is Leo back from Miami?"

     "Got in on Monday." Dominic responded. 

     "Good, send him to Seattle, have him get in touch with Saoirse's father. See if he can get any information on his brother Liam. I'm going to talk her into staying here. Them sending a man in to talk to Silver, tells me they know the girls are close. We'll still send someone to guard Silver, but I want Saoirse here. She'll be safer by far."

     "I'll leave you to tell her. She's not going to be happy." Dominic gave him a sardonic look. "Could you wait till after performance tonight? We've got a packed house. Reservations are full, and the girls are looking forward to a good pay night." 

     "I'll wait till close." He shook his head. "I think at this point in the game she'll understand. It's for Silver's well being as well." 

     The night went well. Or as well as could be expected. All the girls made money, and Saoirse danced her heart out. By the end of the night she was exhausted. Silver had joined her in her dressing room and they were drinking tea. Curled up on the little sofa. Talking in soft tones when Damian went to find her. He knocked gently and poked his head into the room. Both girls looked up and smiled. "Are you ready to get us home?" Saoirse asked.

     "Well that's what I want to talk to you both about." He came in and closed the door. "I have Anthony ready to take Silver back to the loft, but I want you to stay here Saoirse till the threat is dealt with."

     "What?" She stood up. "Damian, all my stuff is there!"

     "Yes I know, and I'm not saying it's forever, just until we figure out how much trouble all this going to be. And with the new threat by your uncle I just think the closer you stay to me and Dominic, the safer you'll be. Also Silver will be safer too if it's witnessed that you two aren't together."

     Saoirse looked over to Silver. She didn't want to get her friend hurt. She nodded slowly. "I understand." She said quietly.

     "Silver do you think you could pack up a few things for Saoirse and bring them in to work with you? I'm sure a few of her personal outfits will make her feel more comfortable." He asked. 

     "Absolutely! I'll pack your shampoo and stuff too. She smiled at Saoirse.

     "Anthony will be your driver to and from work. Do not leave with out him." Damian instructed. "No offense to Scott, but I don't think he has much experience as a body guard."

     Silver giggled. "No, he doesn't" She gave Saoirse a hug. "I'll see you tomorrow afternoon."

     "Good night Silver. Please take care."

     Anthony was waiting by the back door. A black car already pulled up to take Silver home.

     "I need to speak to you, but I know you're exhausted. How about I walk you upstairs, you soak in the tub, get a good nights rest. Then in the morning I'll fill you in on that I know up to this point." He put his arms around her and pulled her closer. She rested her head on his chest. Her arms going around his waist. She took a deep breath and nodded.

     "That sounds like heaven." She whispered softly.

     Damian took her upstairs and rummaged around in his dresser for a soft t-shirt for her to sleep in. He ran a tub full of water and left the t-shirt and a towel on the counter for her. She was seated on his sofa with her head thrown back and her eyes closed when he joined her. His eyes traveled down the length of her neck and followed down over her breasts. She looked to be already asleep, but her green eyes popped open when she heard him come closer. Her smile was tired. "Your bath awaits" He held his hand out. She took it and he pulled her up and into his arms. He carried her bridal style into the bathroom. He set her back down on her feet and she swayed. "Hey, you really are wiped out." He voice was low and gravelly. "Lift your arms, I'll help you undress."

     She lifted her arms and he pulled off her t-shirt. He kneeled in front of her and helped her slip off her shoes, then he then popped the button on her jeans and pull the zipper down. Then he slowly pulled her jeans down over her hips. Slowly her soft skin was being exposed and his d**k was growing. He was trying to keep his breathing normal. She reached out and grabbed a hold of his shoulders as she stepped out of the jeans. He stood up and through the jeans on top of the t-shirt in a pile.  She turned her back and reached around and unfastened her bra and let it slide off. Then she hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down. He stood lose by and waited till she took his hand and stepped into the water and sunk down into the tub. "Awwee!" She sighed. "Thank you Damian. I really need this." She laid her head back against the tub.

     He hunkered down beside the tub and rolled up his shirt sleeves. He reached for the soap and a loofah. Then slowly started to wash her. First one leg then the other. He pushed her forward and washed her back , the leaned her against the tub again an washed her breasts. Her breath caught and her yes sought his out. Desire clouded her eyes. His hand moved down over her tummy and ran between her legs. She widened her eyes and drew in a deep breath. He ran the loofah up and down over her core. Heat built up in her and she moaned. His brown eyes moved to her breasts and he reached out with his free hand and brushed a n****e. This caused another moan to escape her. He leaned in and caught her mouth with his. He deepened the kiss and she reached out for him. "Damian!" She whispered. "What...what are you doing to me?" She asked softly.

     "I'm loving you Saoirse. I'm showing you how I want you." He whispered back. "Just relax sweetheart. I'm going to make you come. Then I'm going to tuck you into bed, to dream of me." He smiled softly and kissed her again. One hand tweaking her n****e and the other circling her clit under the water. She arched into his hand. He slipped a finger inside her and she moaned louder. His thumb working her clit. His tongue pushing into her mouth. Catching her moans. Heat suffused her. She arched higher. Chasing his fingers on her p***y. Then suddenly she stiffened and a long moan left her. Her green eyes met his in a desire filled stare. Her mouth in a perfect O as her orgasm hit. "That's it baby! Feel! Feel how good that is." He watched her bliss. Turned on by her reaction. His d**k like steel in his pants. 

     She relaxed back into the water when she came down. She couldn't take her eyes off him. He leaned in again and kissed her softly. "You okay?" He asked gently.

     "I've never felt better." She whispered back with a smile.

     "Your first orgasm?" His brown eyes watched her blush. She nodded and he kissed her again. "You'll sleep like a baby. I promise." He reached in to let the water out then helped lift her from the tub. He wrapped her in the towel an handed her the t-shirt to dress into. "You finish here and I'll go make you a cup of tea." He dropped a kiss on her forehead, then left the bathroom.

     She finished drying off and pulled his t-shirt on over her head. It came down to about six inches above her knees. She gathered up her clothes and carried them to the guest room where the bed was already pulled down. She had stayed in here last night so she was already familiar with the room. She folded her clothes and laid them on the chair in a corner. Then she slipped under the sheets. 

     Damian came in with a cup of tea on a saucer. He set it down on the bedside table. He sat down on the bed beside her. One arm leaning over her hips and landing on the bed blocking her in. He leaned his face closer to her. "Soon you know I'll want you in my bed. I'm not going to push right now because we have some things to work through, but I feel like I should make myself clear. You belong to me Saoirse. I'm making a claim." She met his brown eyes with a serious look. 

     "I think I would like that Damian. I just...Well I'm nervous you know?" 

     He pushed her hair away from her face. "It's my job to settle you. I'll make you feel safe baby. I'll take care of you. I won't hurt you, and I won't let anyone else do it either." He promised.

     She cupped his cheek gently. Then she leaned forward and kissed him. "Good night Damian."

     He stood and moved to the door. Turning off the light he pulled the door. "Good night baby" He said as he shut it.