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Currently, Alexie is working on taking back the Kandy Shop and wants Katia to run it. I wasn’t sure how she would feel about it after Vegas, but it was her idea, and she wants to dance. She wants to run a place where the dancers are treated with respect and anything out of line is not tolerated. We all plan on being there when it opens, and I can’t wait to watch Katia dance again.

“Take King with you for backup,” Stryker tells him.

“I plan on taking Prince-y into one of the back rooms so we can follow through on our bet,” Alexie snarks at King, but King only rolls his eyes.

“The back rooms won’t be used for those things anymore, Alexie,” Katia reminds him. Alexie opens his mouth to speak, but Katia interrupts him. “No exceptions,” she says, causing Alexie to cross his arms and pout like a child being told no.

I get in the vehicle with King, Alexie, and Katia because there is no way I’m being left out of a mission. The ride to the club doesn’t take too long, and as we pull up, I notice all the lights are off. This puts me on alert, but Alexie quickly eases my nerves.

“It’s been shut down since you killed the traitor. What a sight it was,” he says. “Perhaps there is security footage of the incident, and I could have it.”

“You’re really fucked up, you know that?” King asks. Alexie just lets out a sinister laugh in response.

“The manager, Clive, will be in his office.” Alexie starts. “Katia and I will go into the meeting with him, and you two stay on guard. If all goes well, Katia and I will have a new business. If it does not… then maybeMalyshkacan have a repeat of last time.”

We all exit the vehicle and make our way to the building. Alexie hits the buzzer on the door and it unlocks. He leads the way into the building and towards an office. I’m still on edge, waiting for something to go wrong. We make it to the office without incident. King and I scan the inside, seeing only a short, pudgy man named Clive. Katia and Alexie go into the office while King and I search the rest of the building.

I make my way down the hall and into the main dancing area. In the middle of the room is the larger dancing stage where Ingram took his final breath. The ceiling mirror is missing a large chunk from when it rained down on me, but all the glass and debris have been cleared away. It's easy to see that this place has not been used for a while. I start to remember that night and how it felt so good to finish him. The memories of Alexie and me start to play in my head. My thighs unconscionably rub together as I lick my lips.

“The sight of you on that stage made me so hard last time. You should get up there again. This time, I’ll show you exactly what you did to me,” King says. I turn and see him walking from the hallway that leads to the private rooms. It doesn’t seem like a bad idea. We cleared the building, so why shouldn’t we enjoy ourselves a bit?

“Maybe we should test out the private rooms,” I suggest instead.

“Naughty, naughty, Luci. Katia said no exceptions to those rooms,” he counters.

“Are you scared?” I ask him as I make my way toward him.

Standing toe to toe with him, I speak breathlessly, “Breaking the rules will make it so much more exciting.”

Without hesitation, King grips my wrist hard and pulls me to the last private room down the hall. It’s larger than I expected. There’s a round stage in the middle of the room with a pole. Around the outside are two large plush couches and a few chairs. There is even a private bar area. The walls and ceiling are covered in mirrors.

King flips a switch on the wall, and the lights start to sparkle and reflect off the mirrors. It's bright enough to see what is happening but dim enough that anyone walking in might have to look hard to see the same. He pulls me fully into the room and slams the door shut.

“Get your ass on that stage,” he commands, but I want to play with him a little first, so I refuse to move. With my back to the stage, he stands directly in front of me and starts to walk forward. As he continues to move, he pushes me backward with each step. My back hits the edge of the stage, and I look up at King, shrugging my shoulders. In the end, I fully plan on giving in, but getting him all worked up beforehand can only work in my favor.

“I’m not going to tell you again, Luci. Do I have to-” he’s interrupted by the door swinging open. The light flooding the room makes him turn around. Standing in the doorway are Katia and Alexie.

“Ooo, you are in trouble for breaking sweet Katia’s rule,” Alexie quips with a big grin on his face.

I look around King’s body to Katia. When her eyes meet mine, I bite my lip. No way I’m giving in now when King has started to get me worked up. She grins a little, “Fine. Exception granted.”

“What happened to no exceptions?” Alexie asks her, sounding almost offended.

“Are you really going to ruin this right now, Volkov?” King asks him.

Alexie looks at him and thinks for a moment, then places his hand on Katia’s back to push her fully into the room. He shuts the door behind him. “Fuck no!” he yells excitedly. Alexie skips around Katia and leaps onto one of the sofas. He lies back, placing both hands behind his head. “Get on up there, Prince-y. Show us what you got.” Well fuck, I was ready to dance for King, but I like this idea so much more. I go over to the couch to join Alexie. King looks at us as if he’s been betrayed.

“Actually, I’ve been wanting to try to dance in front of people again. Can I try with just you three? I promise if I start to panic, I’ll stop,” Katia asks. King looks at her, but Katia only points to the couch. He doesn’t hesitate any more and sits down on the other side of me. This is going to be the best fucking night. Sandwiched between two of my men while getting ready to watch my girl dance for us.

Katia walks over behind the bar area and leans down until she is out of sight. The music starts to play; it's a slow tempo. A few more moments pass before Katia emerges from behind the bar. She has stripped down to her bra and underwear, and I already feel as though I could burst with excitement. She steps up to the stage, and I bet she wishes she had a pair of pleasers. Katia could walk in the tallest of heels better than others could walk barefoot. Her long legs and flowing hair give off the image of an ethereal goddess, and that is exactly what she is to me. A goddess needing to be worshiped.

Her hand grips the pole, and she makes her first slow walk around it, swaying her hips to the beat. The slow pace is torture. She looks a bit unsure at first, but as she makes her way around, she turns her body to face us and leans back against the pole. One hand reaches up and grips the pole as she slides her body down, her legs opening wider the lower she gets. I reach my own hand between my thighs and start to run it up until I reach my center.

A hand reaches over, it’s Alexie, and he unbuttons my pants before pulling down my zipper. “Don’t you dare stop touching yourself,” he orders me, then leans down to remove my shoes. King’s hands reach over and start to pull my pants down, along with my underwear. I love when these two work together. Keeping my hands on myself, as Alexie instructed, I move one back between my legs.

I look to the stage, and Katia is staring at me with wide eyes. She is still leaning back against the pole and moving her hips in a large circular motion. I raise a brow at her, silently asking if she’s okay. She nods and mouthsI’m okay. Her hand slides up her body and cups her breast. She starts to squeeze it as my fingers find my clit. I start to roll my fingers in a circle around the nub, matching Katia’s movements. Katia frees her breast and starts to roll her fingers on her nipple. She lets out a soft moan, and I lean my head back on the edge of the couch, feeling myself near climax. Katia sees it and smirks at me. She releases her other breast and starts to pinch her nipple. The sight makes me lose control, and a loud series of moans escapes my mouth. I press two fingers between my folds, pumping them in and out as fast as I can, the creamy liquid building on my fingers.

My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. Alexie grabs my wrist and pulls my hand back. I groan as my fingers leave my core, but don’t put up a fight. He holds my dripping fingers up in front of him and swirls his tongue around one before taking it in his mouth. He sucks on my finger hard before pulling back and releasing it from his mouth.

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