the pole dancers innocence

Living in Fear

     Damian paces across the floor in his office. He can see Saoirse downstairs practicing on stage and running through her next routine. She didn't work last night. As a matter of fact he made her stay here in the guest room of his apartment. 

     Dominic had left for the police station to file his report, and Damian was now waiting for him to get back. Last night both he and Dominic had made Saoirse tell them again what she saw. She had also given them a very detailed description of the guy she saw kill the girl, Lena. He wasn't any one He immediately recognized from what she said. Blonde hair and a long thin scar down the right side of his face. That wasn't ringing any bells. That fact that the girl was shot this close to Angel Wings and she was someone that had once danced here, did not sit well with him. He was starting to think it wasn't a coincidence. Maybe this was personal, and he wasn't getting the full message yet. Either way he needed to keep Saoirse out of it. He needed to keep her safe.

     His phone rang and he quickly picked it up seeing Dominic's name on the caller ID. "Talk to me."

     Dominic cleared his voice. "Hey. They think it might have something to do with the Saints." 

     Damian heard his car door close and then her heard the car start. "What do you mean?" He growled.

     "I spoke to a detective Martins. He said Lena was working at the Irish Saints club last. She was hooked up with some guy named Shaun. I guess they were living together. Anyway, he doesn't match Irish's description, but they have talked to him.I'll be back at the club in about ten minutes. I'll fill you in there."

     The line went dead. Damian stood there with his eyes on Saoirse. She was poetry in motion. Eve though there was no music, no special lighting or a costume. She was the most graceful thing he had ever seen. After another five minutes she went down the hall to her dressing room. He wanted to go down and check o her, but Dom was on his way back. He needed to hear what he had to say. If it was the Saints he may have a real problem on his hands.

     Dominic didn't even knock when he got there. Just walked into the office and took a chair in front of Damian. He had several sheets of paper in his hands with faces on them. They were copies of mug shots. "I got some of these made up. These are the players in the Saints echelon right now. They have a new boss." He pushed a picture across at him. A name at the bottom of the page. Liam O'Grady.

     "s**t!" Damian scooped it up and stared into the man's face. "You think he's related to Saoirse?"

     "I don't know. Didn't she say she was supposed to stay with some uncle when she got here but he was a no show?"

     "Yeah, but now I'm more concerned. What are they up to? Why did he stiff Saoirse, and why did they kill Lena practically in our back yard? I think I need to bring Carlo in on this. He has more people on the ground than we do. I might end up owing him big time but we need to know if the Saints are making a push for more territory."

     "You still planning on keeping Irish out of it?' Dominic left the other mug shots laying on the desk.

     "Yeah, for right now anyway. The cops don't know about her so they won't be spilling the news to the hitman. We should be able to keep her safe for now. We will be bringing her to and from work. At least for the time being. Let's beef up security. Make sure the guys all have coms and are wearing them. Also make sure they are packing. Two guards on both doors." Here make copies of these. Have they guys look at them and be on the watch for any of them. I have a feeling we'll hear more from them sooner rather than later."

     "What about Irish living at the loft?" Dom gathered the pictures up.

     She should be okay for now. We'll keep tabs. Talk to Brady. Give him a call and make sure his camera system is up and working. If not send over a crew. If she gets followed or threatened I'll move her here to my guest room." 

     Dominic nodded. "So for now it's business as usual."

     "Let's be calm. Not raise any suspicions." 

     "You got it!" He went out the door and headed downstairs to take care of security and making copies of the mug shots for the team.

     Damian went downstairs and knocked at Saoirse's door. He heard her answer so he went in. She was going through costumes and laying gauzy things across the small sofa. "Hey." Her green eyes looked up at him." I saw Dominic when he came in. Do the police have any clues yet?" There was still a hint of fear in her eyes.

     "No, not really. I'm going to increase the security around here for a little while, and either Dominic or I will be picking you up and taking you home." He smiled. "For a little while I promise." He said when he saw her worry. "Silver too! Not that I don't think that Scott can keep you girls safe, just that I'd feel better."

     She studied him, then nodded. "Okay. I guess for a little while." She gave him a tiny smile. "Damian, thank you. I really mean that. You have really been a rock for me. I appreciate it." She moved over to him and put her arms around his waist to give him a hug. He curled around her and his nose landed in the nape of her neck. He breathed in her sweet scent. His arms closing around her. He dropped a little kiss on her neck. He couldn't resist. She leaned back in his arms. Her green eyes meeting his brown. He just stared at her. Then his eyes moved to her mouth. The tip of her tongue peeked out and swiped her bottom lip. Slowly he lowered his head. He wanted to taste her. Feel how full her lips were. His mouth met hers. Lightly. Barely touching. Then he shifted her closer and his mouth swallowed hers. His tongue plunged deep inside. Her tongue meeting his. twirling around one another. licking and mating. She gave a little moan, and it shot through him causing his p***s to stiffen in full erection. He pulled her closer still until she could feel his erection against her tummy. The kiss became deeper. Her arms moved up around his neck and and he moved his down around her back and up under her butt. Lifting her off the floor.She wrapped her legs around his waist and he held her slight body against him. The core of her hot and moist against his erection. She gasped as he ground himself into her. "Damian" She breathed. She rested her forehead against his. "I...maybe you should put me down." She whispered.

     He let her legs go and she slid down his body, but he didn't step away from her. He kept his hands on her waist. Holding her against him. "I want you Irish. I think I have from the moment I laid eyes on you." He kissed up her jaw to her ear. His warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

     She moved her head to give him better access to her neck where he was nibbling on the pulse that beat there. "Damian," Her voice was breathless. "I need you to know. I've never... well, I've never had a boyfriend. Not ever."

     He froze. Holding her close to him. Then slowly he pushed away to stare down into her eyes. He saw the truth in them. Not once did he think she was this innocent. The way she danced. The seduction in her movements. He was shocked she was still a virgin. He reached up and pushed a strand of her red hair away from her face. Tucking it behind her ear. "Not once?" She shook her head. "Your dance partner?"

     "No. Ivan was only my dance partner. A selfish one, but not a lover. Not for me anyway. I was too intent on dance. Always."

     He just stood there holding her lightly. His brown eyes roaming her beautiful face. "Okay." He smiled. "I can wait." He said softly. "We'll go slowly and just see where this goes. I don't want to scare you or push you. I just want you to know I want you."

     She returned his smile. "If the way my stomach acts is any indication, I want you too. I just want to take things slow, and be sure."

     "I'll give you all the time you need, but you might need to get used to me kissing you. I happen to like doing that. A lot!" His mouth captured hers again.

     There was a tapping on her door. They broke apart and she opened the door. Silver was standing there. She looked worried.

     "Whats wrong Silver? Saoirse pulled her into the room.

     "Some man met me in the alley on the way to work. He told me to deliver a message to you Saoirse. He said your Uncle doesn't want to you working here, and you need to leave. Go back to Seattle if you know whats good for you." Her blue eyes were scared.

     "My Uncle?" Saoirse looked perplexed. "Why would he care where I'm at or where I work?"

     Damian knew he needed to tell Saoirse a few home truths. He knew that the Saints were responcible for Lena's death now.