The Club (15 page)

Roxanne

Upon entering the castle, we’re immediately ushered into a room where we view eight beautiful Colombian women who are quite unkempt. Antonio steps up and begins speaking in Spanish.

“You ladies were stolen at sea from one of my boats by Haitian pirates. You were treated as if you were animals and for this, I apologize. I have exacted retribution on your behalf. These ladies are here to clean you up. This is my wife, Roxanne; she is my number one lady. She is to be respected at all times or you will be dealt with. This is Alexis, her assistant and best friend. She is my number two lady in charge and she is also to be respected. If one of these ladies asks you to do something, it is to be done. I can assure you that it will be cleared with me first. Understand this, and understand it very clearly, I love my wife more than anything in this world. If my wife is mistreated or disrespected in any way, you will be disciplined severely. Does everyone understand?”

The girls all nod yes. “Go get them cleaned up, my little twins,” Antonio teases, talking to Alexis and me. I understand that he made a big deal about respecting us but it doesn’t mean a damn thing. These women are all the same. They want to be the boss’s woman because it offers prestige. I didn’t come here with those intentions. I came here because I had to and I don’t like the jealousy I’m dealing with right now. I’m mad at myself for even giving a shit. Antonio’s voice breaks the silence and I turn around to see him glaring at me but addressing all of us.

“Oh, there’s one more thing and this goes for all of you, including my twins. I run things. I am the Boss and what I say goes! Does everyone understand?” They all nod yes but I just continue to eye him like I don’t give a shit because that is exactly what I keep telling myself—that I don’t care. Maybe it will sink in sooner or later and stop the negative shit that is going on in my head right now.

Getting the girls ready will keep me out of my husband’s line of fire. I can’t help but notice that the whole time Alexis and I are working, one of the girls keeps checking me out. It wouldn’t be so bad if I thought she was just being curious, but that isn’t the vibe I’m getting at all. She is watching me like she’s trying to size me up. I make a mental note to keep an eye on her. One thing is for sure; I want that bitch to stay away from my husband. Of course she has to be the most beautiful of all the women. She is absolutely gorgeous and that’s even now, when she’s dirty and beat down. I resist the urge to fuck up her make-up and try to make her look ugly. The agonizing issue is that she’s so beautiful, making her look ugly isn’t something that can be accomplished with badly applied lipstick.

I feel Tony’s eyes on me before I ever see him. He crooks his finger in my direction and my heart drops. I was hoping I wouldn’t be in trouble. I made the mistake of thinking that with so many things going on, he would let the sneaking away incident go but I have no such luck.

When I don’t respond to the crooked finger, he tells Alexis to finish up. He roughly grabs my arm and all but drags me to the fucking dungeon.

The large hasp sliding through the metal of the dungeon door is having a very sinister effect on me. I shudder as I hear metal scrape against metal.

“Come here, little girl. We have unfinished business.”

“Tony, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be good.”

“Come on, Roxanne,” Antonio growls.

“Tony, I promise, it wasn’t what it looked like.”

He turns and coldly states, “Shut the fuck up!”

I cross my arms over my chest and look down at the floor. I feel like I want to curl up, as if I could somehow use my arms to shield myself from the wrath of Tony.

“See, this is the problem; did I not instruct you to address me with respect?”

“Yes,” I answer.

He raises a brow and gets right in my face. “Then why are you standing there, addressing me so disrespectfully?”

“I’m sorry,” I say through clenched teeth because it’s an effort to say. I want to scream that he has all those women here, gawking at him, but I decide against it. I’m well aware how jealous he gets when he sees me talking to men at the club.

He reaches up and forces my arms down. “Then why are you standing there with your arms crossed defiantly?!? Get your ass over there and stand facing that table with your hands on those stirrups.” He leans in and growls in my ear, “This is going to be fun!”

I make my way over to a gynecological table with trepidation. I eye the table, trying to figure out what he is up to. When I turn back around he is nude and I still don’t know if this is good or bad.

“Bend your back and hold on to those stirrups. Don’t rest your elbows; hold on to the stirrups with your hands and bend that back.”

He gets right behind me and I can feel his breath on my neck as he slowly pulls my G-string down. He whispers in my ear, “The only reason I’m not taking a paddle to that sweet ass of yours is because you still have my whip marks on you from last night.” His cock is hard and he is pressing it into me. “Maybe I should fuck that sweet ass of yours.”

“Tony, please no. I’ve never done anything like that before.” I feel his cock jump.

“There are a lot of firsts you have with me and it may not be today, but I will fuck you in your ass one of these days when you least expect it. The only reason I’m not doing it today is because I’m not using sex to discipline you. I know you and you’ll be bad just to get my cock. You’re wet, girl,” he states as his fingers slide over my opening. “So hot and wet for my cock.” He slaps down on my ass lightly. “Pop that ass up in the air and spread those fucking legs, girl.” He slowly shimmies my dress up further and I raise my ass up as high it will go in response to his slow, methodical touches.

He makes his way to the head of the table and pulls my breasts out over the neck of my dress. He hesitates as he pinches my nipple and I groan.

He gets right in my face and growls, “You beautiful, little, fucking bitch, dressing like that to sit with another man. I should shock your ass.” He twists my nipple again and watches as I frantically shake my head no. I really don’t want to be shocked.

“You wear the dress for me while I have my way with you!” He gets behind me and then waits to purposely fill me with anticipation. He kicks my feet apart, forcing me to spread my legs as far as they will go. He runs his cock up and down my opening, moving every time I manage to get his head close to my opening. I feel like one of those Venus flytraps that wants to latch onto his cock with my pussy and suck him up into me like I’m eating him alive. He knows this and continues to torment me. He smacks my knees apart even though my legs won’t spread any further. I just keep raising my ass and arching my back, inviting him to thrust into me but he won’t. He places his hands on each side of my hips and barely pushes into me. Is he trying to drive me nuts?

“Girl, you are so engorged.” He slides himself up and down my slit, once again not entering. My whole fucking body is shaking in anticipation.

Suddenly, without warning, he slams his cock up and into me. I want to touch myself so badly and, as if he is reading my mind, he speaks, “Your hands better not come off those stirrups!”

I feel like my knuckles must be turning white because I’m hanging on so tightly and when he begins grinding into me while reaching around to rub my clit, I fucking lose it.

”Tony, fuuuuck!”

“You get what you get from me, girl. Your pain, your pleasure, your fucking food, and clothing—it all comes from me. Don’t you ever dress for another man again or I can assure you, you’ll regret it. I have all kinds of ways to torture you and you don’t want to go there, girl…”

Roxanne

I wake up in the middle of the night and Antonio Wayne is right in my face, whispering as he makes love to me. “You listen to me and you listen to me good! Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. Since your little shocking episode, I’ve tried not to be so brutal but don’t play me!” For some reason, the fact that he is whispering only increases my fear.

He gently strokes my hair as he pushes his cock slowly in and out of me. “If you ever screw around on me with any man, I will shock your ass to the brink of death and then I’ll make you watch while I kill him.” His voice is still a low, raspy whisper, laced with threat, sexual tension, and ownership. The mood is sinister and yet sexually stimulating because of those threats. It all works together to pull me deeper into his thrall.

“There is a real sadistic side to me that you haven’t seen. Don’t. Play. Me. Now be a good girl and tell me whose property you are?”

“I’m Antonio Ramirez’s property,” I whisper. I know he is dead serious and I will make sure I am never in a situation of letting my guard down with another man. Honestly, after being with a man as intense as Tony, there is nowhere else to go. No man will ever measure up to what we share.

Antonio Wayne

Roxanne is an odd sort. She thinks like a man but has the cunning, wit, and body of a beautiful woman. It is a very dangerous combination for her… and for me. It is a combination that keeps me intrigued and on my toes. She’s the type of woman I will never tire of. I have always considered myself a master at the art of breaking women. Some men call it
breaking in
and others call it
turning out.

I’m not a pimp but a man in my position can’t afford to not have his women under control. Many of them live, or have lived, in the castle at one point or another and if I don’t maintain an aspect of control over them, they will run me over. That is not happening in my world.

I consider the pimps to be low lives. They take all of a girl’s money and their women are basically treated like dirt. I’m more of a boss. My business is a strip joint and I have a group of girls who work for me. What they do outside of work or the castle is their business. What they do in my establishment or my home, I make a point to
make
my business. It is necessary for me to have complete control of the women when they’re at work or living in the castle. If I don’t, then the girls will be running things and that is never going to happen, not in Antonio Wayne’s world.

When I married my wife, I never counted on falling head over heels in love with her. My wife intrigues me to say the least. She was emancipated at a young age and because of this, she is very independent. Where most of my other women are needy and clingy, Roxanne isn’t. She presents a challenge to me and I never know what to expect from the girl.

I’m going to make damn sure I keep Roxanne close during the process of training these women to work in my club. Roxanne left alone for any amount of time usually means trouble. Her mischievous and childlike ways are only two of the many things that intrigue me about my wife, but that girl’s curiosity can mean big trouble for me. She always manages to outwit the bodyguards and, at times, even loses them so she can get into things but I don’t miss a beat when it comes to my wife. I’ll keep her close while I get the Colombian women situated. If Roxanne feels any insecurity or thinks I’m fucking around, she’ll run. I have no intentions of fucking anyone but my wife. Being a gangster doesn’t make me an adulterer; my playing days ended the day I got married. I take my vows very seriously but I also know, as true as that it, any woman would succumb to insecurity when surrounded by beautiful women. Roxanne’s situation is made worse because these particular women would think nothing of undermining her. The hard truth is that the women in my line of work will usually do anything to be on the boss’s arm. It will take some time but they are all going to have to accept the fact that my arms and my heart are full. I just don’t have room for any woman other than my wife and that’s just the way it is…

          Roxanne

As we make our way to the girl’s dorm, there is a sense of urgency in Alexis’ voice as she fills me in on what’s going on, talking a mile a minute. If anyone knows the lifestyle I have been thrust into, it’s Alexis. She has been here for years and the girl knows the pecking order. I listen intently to what she is saying but her intensity isn’t making me feel secure at all.

“Roxanne, you are the main lady, the first, so you must always appear confident. Keep your game face on because your confidence could very well be shaken during this process but you can never show it. Always remember that these women are sharks and if they smell blood, they will come in for the kill. Don’t be friendly; be stern and matter of fact. There are going to be times that you’re tempted to be nice because you’re going to feel like you’re being a bitch. Be a bitch. If you aren’t, they will see you as weak and try to muscle in on Tony. For the dancers, it’s always about being the boss’s lady. It gives them clout, respect, and prestige. Always keep me with you. There is power and strength in numbers. When you are in front of these girls, play along with Tony’s games. When he asks us things like who is in charge, you need to say, ‘you are, Sir.’  It’s all part of the process.”

Alexis stops and looks at me very seriously. “This is a psychological game, Roxanne, and the quicker these girls get broken in, the quicker our life goes back to normal. You have to see this process for what it is: a process of conditioning these women to have an allegiance to Antonio Wayne. He has to have their loyalty because of the criminal activity he is involved in. I can assure you that these women are no threat to you. I have never seen him monogamous like he is with you before now. Woman up, get the negative out of your head, and let’s get life back to normal. ”

I take a deep breath, hold my head up high, and make it into the room where Antonio is with the girls. Antonio immediately turns and addresses us.

“Good morning twins,”

“Good morning,” we reply.

The Colombian women are eyeing us. Some show a sense of trepidation, others curiosity, but one of them is fucking challenging me with her eyes and I know it. The same woman I already don’t like for being the most beautiful is fucking challenging me. I’ve spent years staring down opponents from across the cage, watching them size me up right before a fight, and that is exactly what this bitch is doing—sizing me up. What most people don’t realize is that dancers take deception to a whole new level. They have this way of purposely throwing shade and then acting like you’re the one with the problem when you call them on it. Example:
I don’t know why Roxanne is so mad. I really didn’t mean anything by what I said. I’ve tried to be her friend and she just won’t let me.
In a nutshell, they are masters at being the
victim.
If Antonio Wayne thinks I’m putting up with this shit, he has another thing coming. I know by sheer instinct that this bitch is trouble and I am not one to back down from a fight. Suddenly, I find myself being grateful for all my training in cage fighting. I will be hitting the gym by tomorrow, if not today. In this club, I know the drama will continue. In fact, it’s just fucking beginning and I plan on being ready for whatever this bitch dishes out.
Game on,
bitch
!

I’m so pissed right now that I can’t see straight and I most certainly can’t think straight. I need a hard workout. I haven’t really been keeping up on going to the gym and this is all the motivation I need. I grab Alexis with my mind set on getting gym clothes and working out but her chatter never ends.

“Roxanne… I told you that you would have these feelings but you don’t know Tony like I do. The man could care less about those women other than it being business.”

“Fuck him! I’m leaving. This isn’t working for me.”

“Roxanne, he is the boss of a strip joint; he runs a stable. If you’re looking for happily ever after, then you are married to the wrong man.”

“Alexis, you make it sound like we were high school sweethearts who got married after we graduated. Are you forgetting that he made me marry him?!?”

“Are you forgetting that you stole $100,000 from him?”

“You heard me, Alexis. I’m leaving!”

I don’t care how many pep talks everyone gives me; nothing could have prepared me for the feelings these women evoke in me. I have no intentions of getting my heart broken. I feel needy and insecure and I don’t like it one bit. These women are beautiful and it is turning me into an insecure wife. It is time to leave. The way I see it, it’s now or never.

“Come on, Alexis.” I grab her arm and pull her down into a gym that any cage fighter would die to have in their home. That is one thing I can say for my husband, everything is top of the line with him. His home, clothing, cars, women—it’s all top of the line.

I give Alexis a serious look as I speak when she goes to hold the punching bag in place. “If you don’t hang onto that punching bag, you’re going to get hit in the face.”

“I don’t want to hold it,” she whines. Where I’m a total tomboy, she is a total Miss Priss.

“I’m not going to hit you. You do need to stop talking though. When I work out, I’m intense so you need to pay attention and let the drama go for now.”
There’ll be plenty of time for it later.

I hit the bag so hard that she almost loses her footing. She holds it tight after that. Visions of that woman have me hitting and dropkicking the bag like it’s her face. It feels good to use muscles that have been neglected and I promise myself to make time for a workout every day. I finish up after an hour of intense training and Alexis trots off decreeing that she is dirty and needs a shower. She didn’t even work out. How can she be dirty? That is just Alexis though. She’s a prissy girl.

I take a moment to enjoy the solitude and quiet of the gym as I use the towel around my neck to wipe the workout sweat from my face. If anyone needs a shower, it’s me. I make my way to exit the gym and Tony steps from around a corner. His walk is more of a stalk as he pins me to the wall with his hands on either side of my body.

“I’m dirty, Tony. Go away.”

“My dick is hard. Watching you hit that bag was so erotic.”

I cock a sardonic brow up in a silent challenge and I don’t mean in a sexual way.

“I said my cock is hard. What are you going to do about it?”

I look at him directly in the eye as I speak, “I don’t care if you stick it in a fucking hole in the wall.”

I push off the wall to try and leave but he clamps a hand around my throat so quickly I never see it coming.