“Trifecta, your presence has been requested in VIP room three.”
“All of us?” Damien asks as he cracks his neck.
“Yep, bachelorette party. Daddy’s rich and wants his princess to have the best night of her life.” I can see the money signs in Willie’s eyes. He’s getting every last drop of this place until he passes over the reigns to us.
“What a weird thing for a dad to pay for,” Axel says. I can tell he’s trying to hold back his annoyance, but he’s not doing a good job of hiding it. It’s a good thing the bank had good news for us today. Axel’s getting close to the end of his rope.
He really does hate this life. And for a second, I feel bad for him. But, we’re so close. We’re right there. The loan was approved. Big Willie’s will soon be ours.
“Who cares what Daddy’s paying for, as long as he’s paying. They asked for the three of you for three hours.” Willie hands us the slip showing how much we’re going to make in the VIP room, without tip.
I almost choke seeing all those beautiful zeros.
“Well it looks like we’ll get to celebrate early tonight. With that amount we’re going to skip out early tonight, Willie.” Damien slaps Willie on the back with a smile. Even Axel smiles, realizing he won’t have to stay at the club for very long.
The DJ introduces us, and the crowd roars to life knowing the infamous Trifecta is about to grace the stage. Our theme music pumps through the sound system and it’s go time.
“Bad To The Bone” by George Thorogood.
We hit the stage in the order we entered this earth. I go first, my hips moving as my muscles catch the light reflecting off the baby oil. Women go crazy. Axel enters after me, his body in sync with mine. Damien takes the stage last, his moves matching mine and Axels.
This is the Trifecta and we’re the sexiest exotic dancers in Vegas. We have the world at our feet, well, if the world is screaming horny women and men willing to pay dearly to catch a glimpse of us. And they’ll throw even more money at us for a tiny bit of attention from the triplets. The men have learned over the years the Trifecta is only about the women, but it doesn’t mean they don’t throw money on the stage with the rest of them.
We go through our routine. I absorb all the love being tossed at me. Axel’s face is masked with the pretense he’s enjoying being a piece of meat, while Damien marks the women he knows will pay out more.
The Trifecta is on tonight.
I scan the room, knowing I need to find my mark fast since my time has been cut short. A large party of women scream at the end of the stage. I move toward them needing a better look. I love women because they go places in groups, it makes it easier to find which one you want when they’re all clumped together.
It’s convenient.
I hit the stage, my knees resounding off the floor getting all of their attention. They stretch out their arms wanting to touch me. Throw money at me. I smile and wink at them all the while wondering if I’m going to let one fortunate lady catch me tonight.
Then, I notice her. She’s part of the group I’m currently making wet. Although, I almost missed her. She isn’t wearing the tight sparkly dresses like the women she’s with. No, this one is in a simple red dress. It’s almost as if she doesn’t want to be noticed. I can’t wait to tell her, out of her whole group, I choose her.
Lucky girl.
Damn lucky.
Remember, it’s not cocky if it’s true.
Her hourglass figure is pushing against the material of her blood-red dress, and I want nothing more than to help the body underneath escape. Her black hair has a victory curl in the front and a bandana tied around the middle of her head, the back pulled into a high ponytail. Her blue eyes sparkle but they refuse to connect with mine. Her understated makeup is sexier than the caked on stuff the women next to her have on. But it’s her matte red lipstick that catches my dicks attention. My cock wants nothing more than to make her mouth wet and swollen. She’s not writhing on her chair like her friends around her, and I’m intrigued. Playing hard to get I see. Like I said before, I do love a challenge.
Our set ends, and the ushers come out inconspicuously gathering the wads of money littering the floor. We go backstage to dry off, all of us guzzling down a bottle of water. The lights are hot and the body heat from the lust pouring off the crowd can dehydrate a man.
Willie comes backstage with a giant grin. “The Trifecta is hot tonight. You boys are my money makers.” He comes over handing us our portion of the stage money.
Damien turns his back stuffing his money in his locker. None of the other male dancers know we’re planning on taking over Willie’s, and renovating it as our own. We didn’t want to jinx ourselves until we knew we were approved for the loan.
The loan we just received word on today.
Now it’s on to the sale of the building and business.
Good ol’ Willie is going to retire and is more than happy to turn the building over to us. Lawyers still have to hash out some details so we still have about six months to go. I can’t wait to tell the guys we’re their new bosses once everything is finalized.
“The VIP party will be in room three in thirty minutes. Rest up boys, those women are here to have fun tonight.”
I toss my bottle in the recycling and walk away. “Where are you going?” Axel asks as I keep moving past the curtains to the main showroom.
“You heard Willie. We have thirty minutes before we have to be at the VIP room. I’m going to have some fun until then. See you later, boys.” I wave, not bothering to look back.
“Don’t be late,” Damien says just as I close the door stepping out into the crowd.
I move with stealth, wanting to catch a glimpse of the woman I picked out earlier while I was onstage. The group of women she’s with are no longer front and center. They couldn’t have gotten far. I’m on the hunt. My time is ticking down so I hurry along. Damien and Axel will kick my ass for different reasons if I’m late. Axel, because he will want to be out as soon as possible and have three of us to distribute the horny women. And Damien, because he doesn't want me losing us money.
I move toward the bar area thinking I should check there first. If I was a group of rowdy women at a strip club, and I wasn’t lusting over the men onstage, I would either be at the bar or the bathroom. I hope the former is where I can find her.
Where the fuck did she go? Did she leave? No, the women she’s with are having too much of a good time to have left already. She has to be around here somewhere.
I look at the clock. Fuck, I only have ten minutes to find her. That’s not going to be enough time to do what I want to do with her. Then out of the corner of my eye I get a glimpse of one of the women in her little group heading toward the VIP area. I make a line toward her with a smile hitting my face when I notice she went into room three. The same room I’ve been requested to perform at for the next three hours.
Three is my lucky number, and it looks like little Miss. Elusive is going to see just how lucky the number three is for her tonight.
I enter the room, glancing around for the one I’ve picked for the night. Axel and Damien will love to know how hard it was to find her, but it doesn’t matter now. I know she’s in here somewhere and I’m not going to let her go without getting her off.