Page 13 of Auctioned Surrender

She slowly spins toward me, glancing down the long hall, and then shakes her head slightly before turning and entering the dressing room.

Damn, that was entirely too close. I can make out female voices beyond the wall and know that Bryanna’s safe for now. I text the group to make sure someone has their eyes on theback door, and come out of hiding and head back to the lounge, pulling the beanie a little lower on my head. I’m pretty sure I blend in with the crowd, but I also know they probably have pictures of me from the massage parlor. At least they should, if they have security that’s worth a dollar of their money.

I head to the bar and order a beer, settling at one of the two-seat high-top tables toward the back of the club just as the next lady prances off stage and the curtain closes around her. The entrances and exits are all covered, so if someone tries to move Bryanna through either, they won’t get far, but that doesn’t settle the blood racing through my veins, knowing that any minute something unexpected could happen that would place her in a world of danger.

The music drops a beat and then rises in a crescendo, giving all the patrons a chance to finish what they’re doing before turning their attention to the stage. A long-haired blonde, one of the quieter women from the dressing room, walks out onto the stage. She’s dressed in a bright red lace cover-up, with panties and a little top on beneath the see-through garment. The music starts, and she sashays around the dance floor, but all I can think about is Bryanna. She should be safe for the night because all indications are that everything’s going down tomorrow, but my instincts seldom let me down, and something doesn’t feel right.

The music’s crescendo draws anyone who didn’t already have their eyes on the stage to the blonde, who tosses her long, silken locks from one side to the other before dipping to the floor, pausing, wiggling her ass, and then looking back at the audience and seductively removing her cover. The audience wants more, and she makes them work for it, teasing them as she parades her way around the floor, dropping again. The crowd goes crazy while she’s bent over, and then she slowly rises, turns to the crowd, and shimmies out of that tiny top that leaves her bare with the exception of her high heels and little red g-string.

We’re jealous as fuck out here.

Yeah, it’s a pretty hard surveillance.

This blonde is someone’s wet dream, and she would have been mine weeks ago, but that all ended when a certain green-eyed Doll stole my interest, and all I can focus on right now is the fact that she’s not in my sight and could be in danger.

A waitress in a barely-there skirt and triangular top which barely covers her voluptuous breasts introduces herself as Hannah and asks me what my drink of choice is. I raise my beer. “We’re in Chicago; Goose Island,” I say.

This wins me a wide smile. “Coming right up, and we’ve got plenty of the local brew in stock tonight!” she says, winking at me, and then scribbling my order on her little white pad.

“The girl on the floor,” I say, catching her attention before she moves on.

“Her name’s Mikah. What about her?” she asks, glancing nervously around the room.

“Come closer,” I say, holding my beer up and tapping her note pad, as if we’re talking about my order. “She’s hot. How much to get her alone for awhile?” I ask, low enough so no one else can hear. I have no doubt they must be selling the girls services too. The more information I get about how this operation works and who’s pulling the strings, the better.

“You’re new around here. I’m taking a chance. You paying extra?” the waitress says, looking down her nose at me, and then glancing around to see who’s watching as I take in the entire lounge surroundings myself.

“A lot, but I go to the top-of-the-line. If Mikah’s as good in bed as she is on the stage, I may want her for the night, and I’m not accustomed to waiting,” I drawl, slipping five hundred-dollar bills onto her serving tray and placing my empty beer bottle alongside it.

She glances down at the money. Her eyes widen in surprise at the amount, and she nods slowly, assessing me. “Lord help me if you’re vice or some sick fuck, but you’re going to the top. When I bring your drink back, the instructions will be on the back of the receipt. You hurt Mikah, and people I know will kill you without blinking an eye.”

“I’ll treat her like a princess,” I say, hoping to alleviate some of the fear in the older waitress’ eyes.

Hannah nods and spins, making her way to the bar as the dancer on stage continues her show. Her arms are stretched, grasping her toes, and then inch by inch she slowly rises from the floor. Mikah gives everyone in the bar a slow-motion view of her long hair falling around her face as she raises her torso, leaving the crowd with a view of her raised arms, firm tits, and open center, and the men go absolutely wild as she ends with the splits.

I’m watching her face, her eyes, waiting to see a triumphant smile, because she’s damn good at what she does. If she enjoys the dance, she deserves to feel good about it, and that’s what I hope to see, but there’s nothing like that going on in her eyes. Instead, there’s this distant far-away look, and as she waves to the crowd and turns, there’s nothing but a bleakness and sorrowfulness in her eyes that makes me wonder if she’s being held against her will, right along with Bryanna.

I text the guys, letting them know I’ve found a way to get some more information, just as the older waitress saunters my way with a beer. She lays a receipt on the table next to my drink, making a show of popping the top off my bottle while she waits for me to read what’s been written on the back of it.

Vintage Hotel on Testle Ave. Check in as Mr. Goose. Exactly 10 pm. You have one hour, unless you message HappyParty to this number, which will extend your time with her.

The waitress is making like she’s busy, placing my beer on a napkin and then wiping down my already clean table. “I’m new in town; where’s the hotel?”

“Pull out of the parking lot, take a left. It’s two blocks up the street, first hotel on the right. You can’t miss it. You treat her right, got it?”

“Absolutely, if I want her for the night, I text that number and she’s mine?” I say, glancing around to make sure we aren’t overheard.

Hannah is nervous and pensive. She must be going out on a limb for me, so I slide another couple hundred dollars onto the tray and watch her eyes go wide. “I will treat her exceptionally well; her safety is not a concern. I want to make sure she’s mine for the night if I like what she’s offering.”

She nods. “I already cleared it. Text the message on your receipt within a half hour, and Mikah’s yours for the night. You give another three to her,” the waitress says, and there’s something in her eyes that makes me feel that she’s not unhappy about the proposition of me meeting up with the blonde, even though this woman threatened my life just moments ago.

“I’ll be there,” I say, watching her leave and texting the instructions to intel and the guys to make sure we have coverage at the hotel, while periodically taking a sip of the cold fresh brew she’s brought me in case anyone is watching.

The music hits a climax, alerting everyone in the bar that another show is about to begin. I glance up, expecting to see one of a variety of women from the dressing room, but not expecting my green-eyed charge to be prowling across the catwalk in those insanely sexy legs, encased in those insanely high heels.

My dick hardens as I let my eyes glide from her thighs to that sexy little g-string, up to the exposed creamy skin of her waist, to the triangular-?fashioned little top designed to tease every red-blooded man in this bar. In the short time I’ve been assigned to her case, she’s somehow managed to turn a man who doesn’t do relationships of any sort into one who only has eyes for her.

I can’t get the memory of the way she looked lying in my bed, watching me with those deep green eyes, from my mind, just like I’ll never get the image of her swaying those curvy hips in front of me all night long. My eyes are completely glued to Bryanna, and my dick is as hard as stone watching her play to the crowd, and as if she can feel me, her focus turns to me, and recognition settles into those gorgeous wide green eyes.

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