Fire and Desire (BWWM Romance) (17 page)

To make matters worse, there was a picture of her being denied entrance to her club by the District Attorney. The only thing in her favor was she dressed like a fashionista, and she had on her oversized sunglasses. No one could really see her face.

Gathering her bearing, Emily called Janet. “Did you see the paper?”

“Girl, skip the paper. You’re a trending topic and on
YouTube! People are making comments about how sexy you look and how they would do you if they had the chance. One comment even said how you should have decked the reporter that called you a whore. This whole thing has made you famous!” Janet screamed like Emily had just won the lottery and not been banned from the club she owned.

The enthusiasm missed Emily. “You’re insane, you know that right? I’m famous for all the wrong things.”

“Please, you’re nobody unless you’re talked about. Look at the Kardashians.”

“Gee, thanks.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m just happy my mom hasn’t found out yet. Speaking of, she’s calling me right now. I’ll call you back.”

Emily flicked over to the incoming call and put on her happy voice. “Hey, Ma.”

“I got the money. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“What’s this business with these folks calling my little girl a whore?”

“Now where did you hear that, Ma?”

“Facebook. I logged on to play my games and lo and behold, pictures of my baby were floating around,” Momma Washington said matter-of-factly.

“It’s not as bad as it seems.” Emily bit her bottom lip.

“Humph. You were a terrible liar when you were younger, and the years haven’t changed a thing. Saying you’re trying to run a whore house is a very big deal.”

Her shoulders slumped. “I know, but I have it handled. I hired a lawyer from the firm Keisha works at. She’s a female with a name for herself in the business. Other lawyers call her a piranha in the courtroom.”

“Do you need me to call her and tell her about my baby’s character?”

Emily actually let out a laugh. Her mother, bless her heart, always thought she could fix her problems like she was still in high school. “Thanks, Ma, but I can handle it. I’m your child, remember? I can speak for myself now.”

“But you’ll always be my baby. Well, it seems like you have everything taken care of. I love you. Call me if you need me.”

“I love you to, Ma.” Emily blew her mother a kiss and hung up, feeling a little relief.

Chapter Fourteen

Emily reviewed her stats. Her site had tripled its viewers in the last few weeks. It appeared Janet had been right all along about
the publicity making Emily famous after all.

Since Emily was still restricted from getting into her club, she turned all of her focus to the online business. She scrutinized every show, ensuring she hadn’t overlooked anything her girls were doing on the site. Security did a good job, but it wasn’t up to them to make certain decisions when it came to the girls not following the rules.

After her last suspension, Diamond, one of her unruly models, seemed to have gotten her act together. She was chatting more with the clients and even giving small dances in Free Chat. Diamond may have lost some of her old fans to other girls, but she sure gained new ones. One day alone, she totaled twenty-three previously recorded sessions downloads.

She finished the stats and began scanning the site users to see who were some of the big spenders. When she narrowed it down to the top two, she emailed them special discount codes for a free twenty-minute show.

Next, she moved onto the monthly offenders were—the users who got kicked out of the girls' rooms. Two names showed up at the top, DevilDog and The_Generious1. Both opted out of utilizing their profile pictures. They seemed to have gotten kicked out of almost every models’ room on the site. This struck her as odd because most of the men got their act together after the first or second ejection.

She clicked the file open to see what the reasons were for ejection, and to her amazement, they were identical. The two users, who were more than likely the same person, wanted the girls to be X-rated in the free chat rooms and encouraged them to switch over to another webcam site.

Of course they would have to switch. They’d get suspended or fired doing any of the crap those two clients asked for.
Emily shook her head at the report and continued reviewing the complaints.

He asked some of the girls to put their toy inside of them or others to use their fingers if they didn’t have a toy. If it were two girls in the room, he would ask them to lick each other. Some of the things were normal comments that guys made, but it was the way they did it, as if it was an interview or something. Kind of like, show me what you have and I’ll hire you on my other site type of deal.

A light bulb went off in her head. She flipped back in the archives and found what she was looking for—MsWorkIt's user log the day she lost her mind and Emily had to fire her. Sure enough, The_Generious1 was in the chat room with her.

What a dummy, She was willing to lose her job because someone gave her an empty promise to go to work on another site. None of the sites pay the girls close to what I’m paying
.

“Hey, sis, you busy?” Keisha asked, poking her head in the office.

“Just finishing up. What's up?” She swung around in her chair and faced her sister.

“I went over your case myself even though I’m not assigned as the paralegal. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. The prosecutor’s office has way bigger fish than you to worry about.” Keisha crossed her arms and smiled. “On a lighter note, you need to get dressed so we can go hang out. Janet and I have something planned for you.”

“Oh, really?” Emily’s eyes widened.

“You have thirty minutes.”

Emily logged off her computer and made a dash for her closet. After changing, she rode with Keisha to a local nightclub. Emily normally didn't hang out there unless it was a special event because the place was small. Nice, but very small.

She pulled in and had a hard time finding a parking spot. The place was packed. They grabbed their purses and headed toward the entrance. A line extended around the corner.

“What is going on up in there?” Emily asked.

“I have no idea what they’re waiting on, but we’re VIP.” Keisha laughed and grabbed her hand.

“Hey, sexy lil mamas, where ya in a rush to go?” someone asked as they walked by.

Janet ignored him and flashed her badge to the bouncer. He nodded and let them pass. They made their way to the back of the club and up a small set of stairs to a door. On the other side was the VIP room.

Women lined the walls, and a pole was set up in the middle of the room.

“What is this? I have a pole at home.” Her words were drowned out by the deejay cueing music.

Three fine pieces of eye candy entered through a side door. The one in the middle had dark chocolate brown skin, a body like an African prince, and was dressed as a firefighter. To his right walked a Latin male dressed as a Native American. The feathers on his G-string barely hid his bulging cock. The third, one of the finest white men she’d ever seen, was dressed like a construction worker in cut off shorts and hard hat.

Emily licked her lips. The men were a sight out of an all-male calendar. The room erupted in screams.

Janet dragged a chair from the corner, left it in the center of the room, and waved at Emily.

She waved back and felt a push from behind.

“Have fun!” Keisha screamed.

The men surrounded her. Grabbing her by the waist, the fireman picked her up with ease and carried her to the chair.

“Oh, no, you don't!” Heat rose to her cheeks. Emily was used to dancing for men, but getting one from a man was hard for her to take. She swatted their hands away and stood up.

“Where’re you going, baby? You’re ours tonight.” The fireman pushed her back in the chair.

The construction worker got behind her and rubbed her shoulders, while the Native American started hypnotizing her with a slow grind in her face. He worked his abs and flexed every muscle in his chest and thighs.

“If she don’t want it, I’ll take it for her!” a full-figured female shouted from the sidelines.

“Oh, she is going to take it.” Janet held up a scarf. She pushed the construction worker aside and tied Emily’s hands behind her back. “You’ll take it and like it.”

Once Emily’s hands were secure, it was game time. The fireman put his crotch right in front of her and rubbed her face in it. She turned her head to the side, and he followed suit, a full frontal assault. The construction worker went underneath the fireman and put his face between Emily’s legs. He blew hot air between her legs, moved his head back and forth, pretending to taste her.

The women went wild, screaming and cat calling for the men to let them join in.

The Indian gently slid her arms from over the chair, careful not to remove the scarf. He lifted her up in the air and took his turn putting her crotch in his face. He blew on her and made exaggerated slurping sounds before flipping her around and putting her on the ground in the doggie position.

The construction worker adjusted her body. She straddled him, and the fireman took his position in front of her face. With the Native American still behind her, he pumped at her from behind, causing her to go face forward into the fireman crotch while grinding down on the construction worker lying beneath her.

Emily thought she was going to die. She was so embarrassed, but the other women loved every minute of it. She looked as if she was being sexed by three men at the same time.

The men took their time working her over and playing to the crowd. When they were done, they finally untied her hands, leaving her standing in shock.

Janet ran to her rescue and pulled her off the floor.

“You’re going to get it.” Emily poked Janet in the ribs.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy every minute of it.” Janet smiled.

“Yes.” She beamed. “I did, but it was so embarrassing. Where’s Keisha?”

“Child, please, she and the rest of them women jumped on that eye candy the second you stepped out the way. Look at them.”

Each stripper had a group of women surrounding them. There wasn’t a sour face in the room.

“I don’t know any of these women. How’d you pull this off?” Emily asked.

“You’re not the only business woman in the family. Keisha put this together. She made flyers announcing a pole party and male strippers. Admission was thirty bucks. With all these women, it’ll not only cover the room, the deejay, and strippers, but put some money in her pocket as well. All I did was help get the word out. She was tired of seeing her big sis mope around.” Janet gave her a big hug. “Oh, and if you didn’t see her, Shayla’s up in here too.”

Emily spotted Shayla waving her money at the stripper dressed as the construction worker. He earned his money by turning Shayla around and grinding his pelvis up against her ass. When he was finished, she tucked the bill in his G-string, far enough down for her to get a good look and feel.

“I know exactly where she’ll be for the rest of the night.” Emily smiled. “When does the pole party start?”

“Um, it already ended. We figured you had more than enough skills on the pole and didn’t need you to come outdo everyone. We brought you out for the main entertainment.” Janet took a step back to avoid another poke in the ribs.

“I would be mad, but I don’t think I could’ve stomached some of these big woman or these old crows trying to get up that pole.” Emily laughed.

She pulled out her phone to check her missed alerts. She had one message from Antonio.
Come into the main area when finished
.

Emily tapped Janet’s arm, getting her attention off the men. “Antonio’s on the other side. I’ll be back.”

“No, you won’t. I knew he was here. Enjoy your evening. I’ll definitely finish enjoying mine.” Janet gave her a devilish grin.

“Tell Shayla thanks for coming, even though I didn’t get to talk to her.”

“Sure, now go on. I have some ass to grab.” Janet pulled out some bills and waved them in the air.

Emily walked in to the main portion of the club and spotted Antonio right away. He sat at the bar, sipping on a drink. A huge smile spread across her face.

Those men were fine, but they have nothing on this man.

She walked over and gave him a peck on the lips. “Hey, baby, what are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you. I have to get some quality time. I can't let the girls have all the fun.” He looked her up and down. “You look nice.”

“Thank you. You knew about the male strippers?” Her eyes couldn’t quit meet his.

“Yes.” He pulled her into his arms. “And I also knew you were coming home with me.”

His confidence was a turn on.

“Oh, really?” Already on a high from the strippers, the slit between her thighs moistened. “Are you ready now because this is really not my type of crowd.”

Young hip hoppers filled the club, and Emily preferred the professional group. That way she could party and network at the same time without having the chance of a fight breaking out.