Damned and Cursed (Book 7): Four Centuries by Bullion Glenn

Author:Bullion, Glenn [Bullion, Glenn]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Urban Fantasy
Published: 2015-12-13T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 10

Victoria wasn't sure what she expected, but the parking lot at Tony's club was exactly like it should have been on a weeknight. There were a decent amount of cars, and a couple walking hand-in-hand approached Dave, who watched the front door as always. With the window rolled down she could hear their conversation. Dave gave them the simple rules of behaving themselves and tipping if they were having a good time. The couple then pushed the conversation into the possibility of a threesome, which Dave politely declined.

"I love strip clubs," Jack said as they parked. "Broken dreams, disappointed fathers, breasts everywhere, alcohol, women playing stick-it-in-quietly in the back rooms for extra money. You know the people that run these places have a fucked up dark side. I wish I owned one."

"I own this place, or at least a part of it."

"I don't think I've ever been prouder of anyone in my life."

"Shut up, Jack."

Dave let out a big grin as the pair approached.

"Victoria," he said. "Good, good. You're coming by more often."

"Hi, Dave."

She squeezed the air out of him, like she always did. Dave laughed and turned serious when he looked at Jack.

"Is he with you?"

"Yeah."

"No hugs for me, Tarzan," Jack said. "So keep your hands to yourself."

Victoria touched Dave's arm before Jack could create his typical tension.

"Is everything okay?" she asked.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't it be?"

"Tony called. It seemed pretty important on the phone. He told me to rush down."

"It's been quiet out here," he said. "I'm a little insulted. If there's a security problem, he should be bugging me. Not you. But I haven't seen Tony all night. You can go in there and look for him, if you want."

"Thanks, Dave."

Victoria and Jack stepped inside and saw more of the same. Nothing was amiss. Women dancing, mortals drinking, music, low light.

"Nice," Jack said approvingly. He scanned the room. "A good collection of ladies. Different ethnicities, personality types, body types. Look at that blonde in the middle, becoming one with the pole. That's impressive. She must have graduated with honors. Good, good whores."

"Have some respect. They're dancers, not whores."

"Not the Goth chick on the end. She had sex ten, maybe fifteen minutes ago. And call me jaded, but I doubt it was for free in the comfort of her own home."

Victoria found the woman Jack referred to. Heavy, dark eye makeup and pale skin, wearing nothing but a spiked collar and wrist-straps. A few tattoos and strategically-placed piercings completed her look.

"How can you tell?"

"Just the way she moves. And the semen on her foot is a bit of a giveaway, too."

She shook her head in disgust, remembering the incident in the private booth during her last visit. "Goddamnit, Tony."

"Ah, what a crime."

"What now?"

"Check out the bartender. She's got the best body in here, and she's slinging drinks. Not a single bionic in her. She'd be handing out heart attacks if she spun on a pole. You wouldn't think politics would exist inside a strip club, but there's your proof.

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