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I groan and bite my bottom lip.

I can’t believe how crazy I feel right now.

Now imagining Ellis as my stepfather… and spanking me…

7

The Whole “You Can Only Fuck the Mother or the Daughter” Thing…

ELLIS

Heston ran the business on his own. For years.

Some of us checked in from time to time.

Some of us avoided the place like the plague.

Of course we all enjoyed the monetary benefits of the business.

Who wouldn’t?

The club is mostly quiet during the day.

Even still, a few lost souls sit in front of the luxury stage with a couple of our girls dancing away.

I see one of the girls - about Larissa’s age - fall to her knees.

She throws her head back.

She cups her perfect tits and presses them together.

She uses her own thumbs and plays with her nipples, making them so tight and hard I can see them poking from where I stand.

The guy in front of her waves a slightly folded-up twenty, then the girl inches forward and spreads her tits for the guy to place the money there.

I catch myself making fists.

I can’t believe my cock is actually reacting to this.

How badly a part of me wants to claim this girl, taking her downstairs, show her the real moneymaker for the club, and then fuck her.

A hand smacks my back.

“She’s all yours if you say the word,” Julian says to me.

I laugh. “You don’t fuck your own product.”

“That’s one way to look at it.”

“Let me ask you something, Julian,” I say. “I’m suddenly on the hook here for the books and the business?”

“That’s how Heston wanted it,” he says. “Good luck dealing with Damien and Aron. And Devyn for that matter.”

“Where’s Henri?” I ask.

Julian shrugs his shoulders.

He’s lying to me.

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