The AV Guy

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

She was wearing nothing but her pasties and a gee string as Reese watched her slink across the room toward him. She wasn’t moving that way on purpose, he realized. A fluid grace came naturally to her. She toed out slightly when she walked, and carried her shoulders a bit farther back than usual; enough to draw her shoulder blades closer and arch her spine.

Gymnastics, he decided, or serious dance training was in her past. She would be flexible in bed. A man could probably do the whole Kama Sutra thing with her. She was wearing four inch heels that exaggerated her pelvic tilt, offering up the juicy parts for male attention. She had a firm ass, he noted, a firm everything. The t**s looked small enough and soft enough to be real, but she wore them high and proud.

As she strolled past the salad bar on the way to his table, she snatched up a carrot stick and snapped it off with her teeth. She wasn’t putting on a show for him, drawing his attention to her mouth to suggest the possibility of fellatio. She was simply hungry.

It had been a long shift, and Tony had sent her to see this guy in the audience, and she didn’t know how long it would be before she could actually sit down to a meal. She was still sweating and a little pumped up from riding that pole.

He enjoyed knowing that he had the power to make a woman of this quality come when he called her; even when she was exhausted and sweaty and almost naked, whether she felt like it or not. He knew all that, enjoyed knowing it and seeing it.

He got around to examining her face finally. She looked tired but pretty. She had learned to wear a tight professional smile that kept every customer guessing if she secretly wanted him! She had also learned the art of discreetly avoiding eye contact to prevent anyone from acting on that suspicion. He could imagine those big brown eyes turning suddenly narrow, with anger or lust, as she hissed through those sharp white teeth. He wouldn’t mind seeing that look too, especially if he were the cause of it.

He had first noticed her a week ago. He had come in to talk a little business with Tony, and she had been up on the stage performing. Most of the girls in the club didn’t know much about dancing. Half of them were so strung out on drugs that they needed the pole just to stand up. The customers didn’t care about any of that. If a nearly naked woman was out there rubbing her puss against the pole and shaking her ass a bit; they would stuff her ass full of singles and howl for more.

This girl was different from all of the others. She had real grace and showmanship, even athletic ability. She stalked on to the stage in a snakeskin leotard and climbed that pole like a gymnast, with her arm strength alone, all the way to the top. There she spun herself around gracefully and slithered back down around the pole like a cobra, twining, head first. Even her choice of music had been appropriate, something with flutes and drums, a jazzed up version of East Indian snake charmer music. And somehow, without any fumbling or awkwardness, almost without his noticing, she had shed the leotard and revealed that gorgeous tawny body.

He couldn’t exactly say that he had developed a crush on her. Men like Reese didn’t get crushes, but he came back the next night, and the night after, for no other reason than to watch this fascinating creature do her thing.

When she finally reached his table, she just stood there, relaxed, without any self conscious fidgeting. She worked for Tony, and Tony’s girls didn’t fidget, at least not when he was around to see it.

She finished chewing and swallowing the carrot.

“Mr. Reese,” her voice revealed nothing but polite expectation.

“Gina,” he nodded politely, “is that a stage name, or real?”

“Real,” she said.

“Short for anything?”

“Just Gina.”

“Just Gina,” he said, “someday soon, you and I are gonna f**k like two alley cats.”

She didn’t change expression, but he could see her eyes narrow a bit, exactly as he had anticipated. She hesitated a moment, and he could see her internal struggle as she thought of and rejected several possible replies before she said, “And why is that going to happen, Mr. Reese?”

“Because we can do things for each other, and you turn me on.”

“What sort of things can we do for each other?”

“You’re in some kind of money trouble,” he said. “You’ve been working extra sets, and Tony saw you hitting up one of the other girls for a loan. You got a bad habit?” He pointed to a chair across from him and she sat in it.

She hesitated a bit, deciding on the truth or some version of it to tell. She shook her head. “I had a bad habit for awhile, but I don’t any more. I had an injury. I was taking prescription pain killers for it, but I took them for too long and developed an addiction. It was never a recreational thing.”

“What kind of injury was it?” he interrupted.

“I twisted my ankle and cracked a bone, I used to be a serious dancer, trained by the best, it was nothing like this.”

She jerked her head back in the direction of the little stage with its fireman pole and swallowed down the memory of a bitter disappointment.

“I thought I was headed for the Met someday. Even before I got hooked, there were medical expenses. I’ve been clean for over a year, but I got in the hole, financially speaking.”

He spread his hands, as though to say that his point was self explanatory.

“There you go. I’m the guy who can get you out of that hole.”

“I’m not a whore.” He had been right about the narrowed eyes and the clenched teeth. She had real spirit. He liked them that way.

“Nobody said you was,” he chuckled. “If a guy goes out with a girl, he takes care of her.”

“Now we’re going steady already?” Her tone had softened a bit. She was responding the way women always did for him. They were put off by his arrogance at first, but eventually won over by his aura of genuine power.

His looks didn’t hurt either. He was tall and dark, forty five years old and aging well. He worked out a lot with a personal trainer. His barber and tailor earned their keep. He had the strong, even features that women liked, but it was the power that made them wet.

He could buy people’s loyalty, or have them removed. Votes in the State house always went his way. Local merchants gave him freebies and owed him favors. He took care of a lot of people.

“Not yet,” he admitted. “First you will have to show me what you got to offer.”

She folded her arms across her chest. It was an unconscious gesture. She was shielding herself against an uncomfortable situation, “I’m wearing nothing but a gee string. There aren’t many secrets left here.”

He shook his head. “Put your hands down,” he said sharply.

She dropped her arms, gripping the seat of her chair instead. He smiled a little, openly admiring her t**s, even if she did have those stupid rosettes covering the n*****s. Spirited, yeah, but she knew when to take orders without a lot of back talk. A girl like her would already know the score.

“You know what I’m talkin’ about,’ he said. “I’m lookin’ for a girl that keeps her ears open and her mouth shut. She doesn’t get headaches in the bedroom or go all freaky if things get a little rough there. She’s good to my friends and keeps herself clean.”

“That sounds like a one way deal,” she said.

He raised an eyebrow. She got the message and added, “Sir”.

“I told you, I would take care of you too. You get to go to a lot of places, and you always go first class. I got a cook and a housekeeper already, so you don’t gotta worry about any of that. You like the Bahamas? I spend a lot of time there, on my boat.”

“I owe a lot of people money,” she said, more to herself than to him.

“Maybe not for long.”

He let her mull that over a bit, think about what her life could be like without financial worries, and weigh what she had now against what he was offering. She would need time to consider what it might cost her in other ways.

“Is Tony treating you all right?” he asked.

She shrugged, “He’s fair, and he leaves the girls alone, you know, sexually speaking.”

“He’s a schmuck,” Reese dismissed the man with a contemptuous hand. “You could have only one man to keep happy, instead of a whole roomful of mouth breathers every night. You wouldn’t be counting the singles stuffed in your gee string either.”

She licked her lips. “Is this one of those deals that can’t be refused?”

“No,” he grinned. “It ain’t even a deal yet. You have to pass the audition.”

“Can I have some time to think it over?” Her eyes were on the table. She wasn’t looking at him. He liked that. She was learning her place already.

He fished a card out of his pocket and tossed it on the table. “Don’t take too long,” he said, “and the next time you see me, call me Sir.”