Page 69 of Ruining Vanessa

My shoes stick to the floor as I walk through the club, and I glance in the direction of the dancers. Skinny, big tits, just the way I usually like them, but I don’t have time to stop and stare. Besides, why would I want to pay for it when I can get it and more for free whenever I want?

Tiago elbows me in the ribs. “What do you think about her?” he asks quietly, gesturing to Sophie.

I make a ‘so-so’ gesture with my hand, and he snorts.

She opens the door to a private room, and I smile at her. “Thanks, doll. Tell your bosses thanks for seeing us last minute. We really appreciate not having to wait.”

Her smile gets even more strained. “Sure. I’ll bring you some drinks.”

“Send a blonde to bring ‘em,” Tiago says. “With a proper ass.”

“I’ll see who’s available,” Sophie says before disappearing. With the door shut, we’ve got no way of looking out into the club anymore.

I look around the room, hoping to find the telltale sign of a camera somewhere, but wherever they hid their surveillance equipment, it’s very well concealed. I don’t for a second believe this room isn’t bugged, not if this is where they casually host cops.

“You’re an ass-man, Tiago?” I say casually as I sit down on the couch. “I’m more into tits. A nice, plush chest you can really sink your teeth into.”

Although lately I haven’t really been paying as much attention to large tits. There’s something about small, flat, being able to cover them completely with just a hand…

“Yeah. I see their asses more than I see their tits, the way I fuck ‘em,” Tiago laughs. “Think they’ll actually send a dancer in?”

“Hope so,” I say, smirking. “Not like management is gonna bring the drinks themselves. We’ll see how pissy they are about having to make time for us based on who they send to take care of us, eh? Pretty, busty blonde with a nice ass? We’re all golden. Scrawny little addict with nothing on her? Nope, they’re pissed.”

“Ugh, don’t even joke about the drugs. I don’t want to actually have to bust the place for anything. Although if I see anything, I guess I’ll do the paperwork.” He says that last bit for the sake of any recording equipment.

We both know it’d take a lot more than a coked-up hooker for us to bother doing a real investigation.

No, it’d probably take an on-site murder for us to want to shut down a strip joint.

The door opens again, a pretty blonde carrying two bottles of beer on a tray. She’s wearing a pleated skirt and a blouse tied in the front, and it’s very, very clear there’s no bra underneath. Unlike Vanessa, she’s got ample cleavage, enough to need the bra.

She smiles at us and bends over to place the beer on the table in front of us.

“Thanks,” I say. We shouldn’t be drinking on the job, even a beer, but who’s going to really fault us for seeming like we want to fit in? They know if we go in with guns blazing, it’ll be harder to get actual intel out of anyone. It’ll be difficult even with the party front, especially since I know they don’t know a goddamn thing.

I’ll be so glad when this blows over and the heat’s off.

“Mr. Mancini is going to be here soon. He’s just on a call right now. But he doesn’t want you to feel neglected, so he told me to give you whatever you need in the meantime.” She bites her lip seductively and makes even standing up into a performance, straightening her body like she’s a ballet dancer or something.

It should be hot. Judging by Tiago’s reaction, he’s definitely into it.

I’m trying not to think of scared brown eyes, and a too-tall body huddling against me for comfort.

Fuck. How has Vanessa gotten into my head like this? It makes me think about grabbing her the next time and just squeezing my hands around her neck until she can’t breathe to punish her for it. Hell, even Damien wouldn’t be able to argue. He’s into that, even though he’d die before admitting it to me. But I’m not stupid. I haven’t gotten this far in my career by being unobservant, and I see the way he touches her throat.

I take a big swallow of my beer, watching absently as Tiago “accidentally” brushes his hand against her ass. She giggles and presses back a little, encouraging the touch.

I don’t want giggling bimbos anymore, and that’s a fucking problem.

I settle back into the couch, staring at the chick’s tits, and even that hint of nipple peeking out from her blouse isn’t doing anything for me.

“Why are you glaring?” Tiago suddenly asks. “I’m not letting you have her first.”

“I’m not fucking glaring,” I snap at him. My mood tanked the minute I realized I want someone else, which is just un-fucking-believable. I’m never this way. “And have at it. Just make sure I get a good look at her tits.”

The girl giggles and pushes at Tiago’s chest. “You know the rules, big boy. No touching.” After a pause, she adds, “After all, I wouldn’t want to get in trouble with the law.”

Jesus, could she lay it on any thicker? But Tiago sits down on the armchair and obediently puts his hands on the arm rests.

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