A/N: Takes two weeks after the last chapter, and there is tons of drama in this chapter. Hey, it may not be your cup of tea, but it's surely mine. ;) Longest chapter of the story, but it's making up for not updating like usual. =)
Mini Summary- Someone auditions to be a stripper at the club, Kim and Tommy fight, and Conner, with the help of Kira, makes a connection; Tommy's roommates feel something isn't right.
A/N: DJ aka Leilani is my OC. Her looks are reminiscent of Dawn Jaro, a model.
Chapter 18- Density
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KO-35 Girls
Reefside, CA
For the past two weeks, Tommy's been adjusting to his new title. The workers showed him an incredible amount of respect. This rocked Tommy to the core because he wasn't used to being called 'Mr. Oliver'. He had to constantly remind his subordinates he was just Tommy. Oddly enough, Hayley treated him with the same courtesy she had shown him the first time they met. That's something he was happy about.
He whistled back to his office. Zhane had cleared out his space for Tommy. Tommy decorated his new office with pictures of his family, his Mom and Dad- even though he vowed never to admit his budding career to them, of course his girlfriend, and his roommates. In addition, the colors of the office were coordinated. White, black, green, and white sprawled throughout the room.
Tommy sat down in his comfy desk chair, and he got to work on paying the vendors for the week. It was a Saturday night, and the bills were always paid by the following Monday. Sunday the banks were closed, so Tommy had to make sure to balance them correctly. Electricity, water, gas, and food were to be paid. He continued his work, and then he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in." Tommy motioned, even though the person or people, couldn't see him. He reclined back in his chair, and he took off his eyeglasses.
Andros walked in, and he had two drinks- a whiskey on the rocks for him and a lemon drop for Tommy. Now, that Tommy wasn't bouncing anymore; he was able to drink on the job. No one carded him because he was the boss. That's pretty accomplishing for an 18 year old.
"Here you go." Tommy's partner placed his drink down on his large desk. Tommy toasted with him, and he began to drink. "You know, with Karone not stripping, and a couple of girls out sick with the flu, I was thinking we should hire another girl." Andros sipped on his drink.
Tommy gulped down his drink. "Yeah?" Andros nodded. He knew his job description included hiring and firing people. "Do you have anyone in mind?"
"Awhile back, a young woman had came in. She inquired about being a stripper. We wanted her to start, but she had to move after her sister got sick. She moved to Turtle Cove, but she's back, and well, I want your opinion."
If you wanted her to start, then why do you need me to have my opinion? The young man said to himself. He looked at Andros earnestly. "If she was liked, then why do I need to judge her?" He didn't see anything else needed on the matter.
Andros took a seat on one of the free, opposing chairs. "That's the opinion of me and Zhane. Zhane doesn't work here anymore, this decision is between me and you." He saw Tommy's contemplating expression.
Waiting a bit before speaking, Tommy began to fiddle with his pen. He continued to twirl it between his index and middle finger. "Is she here?"
"Yes, she's in my office." Andros replied. "I told her to dress in an outfit she would possibly wear on stage."
"What?" Tommy inquired, somewhat shocked. "Why, would you do that?"
Andros shook his head and laughed. "Still naïve, I see." He smirked at his partner. "Tommy, I'm going to step you up on some game. I know you aren't dumb, so you will follow easily what I'm trying to tell you." Tommy nodded. "Where do you work?"
"He-here." Tommy hesitantly answered, not understanding where his partner was taking this.
"Great, what kind of place do you work at?"
"A strip club."
"A strip club." Andros echoed with jubilancy. "Good-good. Now, what happens at a strip club, minus the bartending, the great, filling food, and the cordial, yet tough bouncers?"
Without thought, Tommy blurted out his reply. "Women dancing in skimpy clothes and stripping."
"With that being said, why else would I have this young woman wearing her dancing outfit?" Andros questioned. Seeing Tommy was going to speak, he interrupted. "Obviously, this hopeful stripper won't be baking cakes or knitting underwear. No, she's testing the waters here. Kind of like a behavioral interview, if you will." He did big, grand motions with each word said.
I should've expected this. Whatever you do, don't freak and think this is cheating on Kim. Clearing his throat, a much more masculine tone laced Tommy's voice. "Bring her in." He signaled.
"Do you need another drink?" Andros furrowed his brows.
"No." As if it was an illusion, Tommy's voice went back to normal. His eyesight watched as his partner left. He mapped Andros' steps mentally in his head. He guessed Andros had gotten the girl, and they were coming back soon. "1… 2… 3." Tommy counted aloud.
The dual-tone, haired man entered his colleague's office once more. Following Andros was a petite, yet very curvy, woman.
Staring in awe at the woman, Tommy noticed her pronounce exotic features. She looked Asian. Her almond, brown hair was teased really big, and she had choppy, blunt bangs that reached to barely below her eyebrows. The aspiring stripper stood at about 5'4". Dressed in a killer outfit of a black, spaghetti strapped, bandeau top, that ruched in the middle of where her very endowed, large breasts met, an extremely, micro, camouflage miniskirt with hot pink outlining on the bottom, and she had on furry, black boot warmers that covered, what looked like, boots. He wasn't so positive since those damn warmers were huge. She looked somewhat rough around the edges. She was tatted. Her left shoulder had a white outlined Hello Kitty bow (Yes, Kim had so much Hello Kitty, he knew what the Sanrio character's signature bow looked like.), with red hearts decorated inside. On her upper, left shoulder, she was decorated with an assortment of colorful tattoos- jasmine flowers, lotuses, and kanji symbols, intermixed was an elaborate jade, dragon. Her lips poked out naturally, while her almond shaped eyes pierced him. A smile entered her face, and he had never seen a smile like hers. There was something almost child-like about the smile. He returned one.
"Tommy, this is DJ." Andros introduced.
DJ smiled. "Nice to meet you." She shook his hand. She gave him the once over, definitely liking this owner better than the other one- the other one being Zhane.
"Nice to meet you too." Tommy croaked out nervously. He had no clue why he was getting like this. The love of his life worked here too. He continued to watch DJ's mannerisms. He noted a certain thing about her, and that her smile was deceiving. When she relaxed her face a certain way, sexiness was exuded to its fullest. A smoldering squint of her eye coupled with her pursed lips could send any man over the edge and succumb to her needs.
Andros smiled. DJ was quite a looker. "If you must know, DJ has a stage name already picked out."
"And, what would that be?" Tommy rather intrigued by this petite body of 'erotica'.
"Leilani." DJ answered. She smiled at both of the men. "I believe it's striking, and it fits with my unique blend of races. I'm Filipina and Puerto Rican. I guess that Puerto Rican side gave me my ass." She did a sexy, slow motioned, 180. Her backside faced Tommy and Andros' front.
Both of the owners of KO-35 Girls mouths' dropped. Her ass was perfection. Not trying to disregard Kimberly, but 'Leilani's' definitely rivaled Kim's. A tramp stamp was stamped onto the titillating woman's back. 'Daddy's Little Girl', in perfect calligraphy formed an arch.
Oh my God! I love Kim. I love Kim. This woman is nothing! Shit, but she's hot. Tommy battled himself internally. He knew he wasn't cheating on Kim, but this woman was so sexy in his opinion. Granted, she wasn't as beautiful as his girlfriend or the star of this club, but her banging body made up for it.
"Leilani, why should we hire you?" Tommy sneaked in a question to see how fast she could answer. If she cracked like Carlos, poor guy never did get the job, then he knew she wouldn't be able to handle it here.
Smiling, she replied. "Because I have the skills to make you money." She turned back around to face her potential bosses.
"We already have tons of girls that can make us money." Andros countered her claim. He smiled at her. "What sets you apart from the other girls?"
Thinking for a moment, and placing her index finger under her chin, the woman had her 'thinking cap' on. "My looks and body are unique, first of all. Second, I am very reliable, and I am willing to cater to your needs." She looked at them earnestly. "I will show up, and I can make your income double."
"That's very ambitious of you." Tommy commented. "A little show should be in order." Tommy reclined back in his chair, nervous to say that. Andros leaned against Tommy's chair.
Now, Tommy's office was fairly large. There weren't a lot of things he needed in there. There was enough room for aerial stunts, which is what she started with. Starting with a backflip, she landed in the splits. The music, from the main part of the club, reverberated through the doors, and she began to shake her hips side to side. Twirling her feet like a ballet dancer, she lifted her right leg gracefully up, and she made a straight line with her body. They found either she wasn't wearing underwear, or her underwear is two colors. Like a temptress, she advanced towards Tommy and Andros. She grasped the table, and began to move her backside like the waves of an ocean. She climbed on top, and she continued her sexy dancing. Taking a minute, she took off her boots and leg warmers.
Gulping, Tommy and Andros looked up. Her shadow covered them, and it could be symbolic of how much they liked this guilty pleasure.
Making sure to engage them, 'Leilani' made eye contact. First thing to come off was her miniskirt. Obviously, she didn't have on her underwear. Her farmer's tan below, showed evidence of her favorite kind of underwear- thongs. Her perfectly crafted pussy faced them. Both men swallowed hard. Adding some go-go moves, she turned to the side, exposing her perfect profile. Her ass poked out, and there was another tattoo on her hip bone, a pink diamond. She bent down, and she shook her ass in the air. Once again, facing them, the last piece of clothing fell. Her D-cup breasts, were now, flaunted in front of the salivating men.
Under her breasts, was another long tattoo. The tiny, long chain of green vines accommodated with red roses.
Naked as the day she was born, with tattoos though, Leilani gave a lewdly smirk. "What did you think?" She turned, and the rest of her farmer's tanned ass played in front of them. She made her ass 'clap', and then she hopped down. Walking towards the door, she turned around. Letting the men take in her bare body.
Tommy and Andros quietly talked among themselves. They liked her, but how would the girls- their girlfriends, Kim, Karone, even though she didn't work there, and the other strippers- like her? They made a synonymous decision.
"We'll give you a trial period." Tommy informed. The woman gave her warmest smile. He cleared his throat. "You have a week."
"Do I start tonight?" The woman asked, as she began dressing back up.
Andros looked at Tommy, and his partner gave him a heads up. "Yes, you start tonight, stay in here, while I get your paperwork." The man with the half black, half blonde hair walked to his office.
"So, the one with the fully blonde hair is gone?" She questioned, while she was thankful for the alone time she was getting with him. She could definitely like working here, knowing this was her boss.
Tommy nodded. "I'm in the process of buying his share." He could feel the intense, heated gaze coming from her. "Would you like to go by Leilani or DJ?"
"Either or, should be fine. I'd like anything coming from you." She crossed her right leg over her left leg, and she leaned in a bit.
"I'll be respectful and call you DJ." Tommy was oblivious to her fore coming infatuation. He went back to balancing the books. Yeah, he was captivated by her, but that's what made her a possible candidate for the job. Time to return back to business. For Tommy and Andros, the real test was whether or not she would be to get along with the other strippers, most importantly Kim, Cassie, and Ashley.
Andros returned with the paperwork and her duffel bag, and he handed them over to DJ. She quickly filled out the paperwork. Tommy and Andros looked it over. She dotted all the letters that began with 'I' with a little heart. They informed her of the important rules. Since she applied to be a stripper, her rules were different. One of the rules, 'be a team player, and don't start or engage in fights with the fellow dancers.' Another rule, 'she will be adressed by her stage name, unless told differently.'
"Perfect, your first performance is in 30 minutes." Andros relayed. "I'm going to take you to the dressing room with the other women." He was about to walk out, but he got a phone call. "Shit, Tommy, you should take her. I need to take the call, it's Karone."
"Follow me, DJ." Tommy got up from his chair. The two walked out.
As they passed, DJ noticed Kim's dressing room. "There's a dancer here with her own dressing room?" She had never heard of such a thing.
"Yes." Tommy said, not disclosing his personal link to Kim. Most of the workers knew about their relationship, but the fraternization rules were still in place. They differed for Kim, Cassie, and Ashley, since they were able to leave the personal relationships outside the club. As they arrived at the main dressing room, Tommy walked in.
Like Charlie's Angels, all the women opened up their mouth. "Hello, Mr. Oliver." Their smiles were bright as daylight.
"Good evening, ladies." He chuckled at his heart warming greeting. "We have a new dancer, now, she's only working on a trial basis." His dancers nodded at him. "This is Leilani." He introduced her by her stage name.
All the women's heads whipped towards the petite figure next to him. They sized her up, and they knew she was competition. Not for themselves, but for Geo. All the women got along, and some were envious of how much Geo made. Yet, they were still respectful of her. They all strived to be her.
The new woman stared back at them. She scoped them out, and she gave them a smile. Then, she turned her attention back towards Tommy. She looked at him with admiring, lustful eyes.
"Alright, let me introduce you to them." Tommy took a deep breath. There were about 10 women in here, not including Cassie and Ashley, and of course, he was introducing them with their stage names. "This is Bella." An Italian, voluptuous woman with dark, beautiful features gave a small smile. "Next to Bella is Alize." An African American woman with hazel eyes shot a nod. "That's Jasmine." Tommy pointed at the Latina with blonde hair and big boobs. "Lotus B." Tommy's attention turned to a German and Chinese woman with brown hair and gray circle lenses. "Lavender." Another African American woman with beautiful, brown eyes smiled at Leilani. "Over there in the far corner, is Raven." She was a Caucasian woman with black hair, so she felt that name was fitting. "That's Monet." A Latina and African American mixed woman gave the once over to Leilani. "Allie Grace." The former bouncer pointed to another Caucasian woman with strawberry blonde hair and dazzling green eyes. "Chastity, right here with the blue eyes and dirty blonde hair." The Caucasian shot a heads up towards the newcomer. How ironic is her name? Tommy lightly giggled in his head. "Mikayla is right here as well." He pointed to the curvy brown haired, Latina vixen.
Cassie and Ashley were sitting to the side, and they observed the new dancer. Off the bat, they didn't like her.
"There's something about her I don't like." Cassie muttered with a snooty tone. "I think there's underlying intentions with her." She crossed her arms and slightly glared just thinking about it.
Ashley bobbed her head. She saw the gaze coming from Leilani's eyes, knowing she wanted Tommy already. "She better watch herself, Kim will shank her ass and not give a flying fuck." She whispered back.
"And of course, this is Asian Persuasian and Crimson." Tommy showed Cassie and Ashley, respectively. It's obvious why Cassie chose Asian Persuasian as her nickname, and Ashley picked out her name because it was a variation of red, which was Andros' favorite color. He noticed them trying to hide their disgusted expressions. He respected his family, and he needed to bring that up with them tomorrow at their weekly Sunday dinner.
Ever since Tommy's been promoted, the family comes together for dinner every Sunday. This was also their only day to relax and unwind. Unwind, meaning smoking blunts and drinking. Of course, they did more than that, but that was the usual routine.
"It's a pleasure to meet all of you." Leilani commented. She found an empty mirror, and she placed her stuff down. Instead of wearing her auditioning outfit, she decided to change into something else.
"Where is Geo?" Tommy questioned his workers.
Monet smiled. "Boss, she's onstage. Her number should be done in about 5 minutes or so."
"Wonderful." Tommy returned her smile. "Carry on, girls."
Leilani saw he was about to walk out. "Mr. Oliver!" She called for. Tommy stopped, and he watched her naked form come towards him. With confidence, she stopped in front of Tommy. Pulling down his necktie, she placed an affectionate kiss on his cheek.
All of the women's jaws dropped. This was not a great way to start at this club. Kissing the main dancer's boyfriend, that was a big no-no.
Cassie wanted to lunge at the girl, but Ashley held her back. "First of all, you're fucking pregnant. Second, you can get in trouble. Andros informed me, you, and Karone, and then Kim, that we keep our personal feelings out the club. This is no exception." Ashley warned her. She gave a hard glare. "You know, I'm not playing either."
"Fine." Cassie exasperatedly sighed. "Who's going to tell Kim, me or you?" They looked at each other and shrugged.
As Leilani pulled her lips away, she gave him a big grin. The smile could sweeten black coffee, that's how innocent it was. "Thank you for the opportunity." She walked back to her station.
The glare coming from Ashley and Cassie, Tommy swore his body was about to be set on fire. He quickly walked out the dressing room, and he headed to his office. He was about to kill Andros for taking that damn phone call.
20 Minutes later. . .
Leilani entered the stage. The new dancer commanded the ostentatious stage, and men began to line around the it, wanting to capture a better look at her. They were engaged by her astounding looks.
Meanwhile, the dancers sat discreetly in the back watching this new lady. They saw the bills being tossed on the stage. They didn't mind her hustle because they were all doing the same thing. What Kim minded, was all the things she was hearing from her 'sisters' about this woman giving enticing looks to Tommy.
Tommy and Andros were on the opposite end of the room. They were clueless to their dancers watching the stage with intent.
"She's doing a good job." Andros complimented above the blaring, sensual music. "I think she can make us money."
Tommy leaned in. "I'm hoping she doesn't take the entire spotlight away from Kim." That's the last thing I want. "You know, Kim's been your top dancer since this place has started. It just wouldn't be right to make this woman a priority."
The words sunk in Andros like the Titanic in the Atlantic Ocean. "You are right, and I wouldn't want to do that to my 'little sister'." He admitted.
"Good because I bet tonight we are going to get an earful from Kim and Ashley, maybe even Cassie." Tommy's head lowered, at the thought. "They probably feel like this was sprung on them."
"Tommy, we are the bosses. We are the ones that need to set them straight. If they are angry, and chew you and me out, then we let them know, they need to make sure their personal feelings are checked at the door. This isn't the time nor the place to have mindless worries about drama." Andros wisely advised, but he had to sigh. He knew the lecture from Ashley was going to come soon. "We both know Kim, Ashley, Cassie, and Karone are forces to be reckoned with. If Tanya worked here, she would be on that bandwagon, there's no doubt. We need to draw the line."
From the stage, Leilani spotted Tommy. She definitely found her 'Waldo' in this crowded room. Seductively facing him, she began to dance for him.
Kim's eyes trailed Leilani's, and she saw Leilani was staring at Tommy. No doubt, this bitch was pulling the same move that Kim had gotten Tommy with.
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Later that night. . .
Eltar Condos
Kim left Tommy's truck, even before it stopped. She huffed and puffed as she walked to her condo, literally. Her anger was so amassed that she needed to get out of his sight before there was a fist fight, and she was smoking a cigarette. If there was such a thing, there would be a warning sign on her back saying 'Caution: Do Not Approach-Angry.'
Tommy not understanding what the deal was, followed his girlfriend. He watched as she quickly walked to her condo. "Kim!" He yelled for her to stop. She ignored him. "Kimberly!" He hissed, knowing she was mad over nothing.
She arrived at her door, and she unlocked it. Tommy's footsteps were getting louder, and she opened her door and walked in. Her boyfriend trailed, and as soon as he reached her doorstep, Kim slammed the door in his face. The bang rattled her place.
Hoping Kim didn't lock the top of the door, Tommy took out his set of keys to her condo. He unlocked the door with ease. "Ha! Didn't think that far ahead, huh Beautiful?" Tommy, annoyed, said aloud. He rolled his eyes, as he walked in.
In the kitchen, she heard the door slam. "Shit." She muttered, knowing she forgot to lock the top. She grunted with fury. Kim got out her favorite wine, Moscato D'Asti. She took out her zebra imprinted, black champagne flute, and she poured some in there. She drank it.
He watched her swigging the wine back. "Don't do this to me." He stated. She snubbed him without hesitation. "Kimberly, you need to stop acting like a child." He heard her scoff. "Quit. It." He spoke calmly and slowly. If she's mad at what I think she's mad about, then I know for sure this is stupid.
Turning her body to him, she began walking abruptly. Her wine was in her hand, and she felt content. With that, Kim retreated to her room, and she locked the door. She wanted to make sure he wouldn't enter without her approval.
"Damn it, Kim!" Tommy pounded on the door, after he realized she had locked it. He heard the music softly coming through the doors. At 2:43 am, the neighbors would most likely complain about the loud music. She was being smart about that, but obviously she couldn't drown him out. He turned on the hallway light, and it lightened the area around him considerably. He looked at Kim's doorknob, and he knew she kept tools in her place.
In her room, Kim stared aimlessly at the shelf of her closet. Just behind all of her neatly stored clothes, was a box. A box that contained her paraphernalia of pills. Not just Oxycontin, but Xanax, Oxycodone, and Roxicodone (roxies, in her words). With the pills, there was sheets of foil, straws, and lighters. All the items to smoke the pills. She inhaled, trying to take her mind off of them. She vowed to herself, she wouldn't do that to deal with her emotions.
Emotions, yes, seeing the potential threat of this new dancer, Kim couldn't handle it. This was too much like her childhood. She was able to make the connection that this woman was like her stepmother. In the following ways, Kim made the link. Number one, the new dancer showed up out of nowhere, and so did Elsa. Number two, Elsa robbed Kim of the attention she needed growing up. What's to say this new dancer couldn't do the same? It was pretty obvious Miss. Leilani was working herself up there. Number three, when Kim was a child, her stability depended on her Dad and gymnastics. Elsa took up so much of her dad's time and his business ventures, there was never a parent at Kim's sporting events. Kim lost the passion for the sport, until she got back into it in middle school. The only thing stable in Kim's life, right now, is her job and Tommy. This woman has the possibility to disintegrate both of them.
Not paying attention, she didn't realize Tommy was standing near her.
"Talk to me." Tommy urged. She glared up at him. He sighed, and this situation was pissing him off. He couldn't force her to talk to him, and with that, he walked out the room. Tommy needed to clear his head by smoking a cigarette.
Worried he was completely walking out on her, Kim rushed out the room. When she got to her living room, she saw Tommy was on the balcony lighting up his cigarette. Breathing a breath of relief, the anger rushed back. She stomped to her room, but she finally realized there was no door. He subtracted the hinges off her damn door. Now, her bedroom was door-less. Adding to her already heated state, Kim growled. However, she didn't want to confront him because that meant she had to talk to him. She went back to sitting on her bed.
After a few minutes, Tommy walked directly into his girlfriend's room. He needed to try and get through to her. "Kim, talk to me. You haven't spoken to me since work started." He sat on the bed with her, and he attempted to brush her hair back.
She smacked his arm away from her, and she got up. Now, it was her time for her next smoke break. Immediately, she walked to the balcony. Firing up her 6th cigarette of the night, Kim sat on the chair.
What's the point? This is just useless. He parted the screen door, and he poked his head out. "I'm going back to my dorm."
Those words spurned Kim to no end. "Fuck you!" She finally screamed, and she discarded the halfway smoked cigarette in the ashtray. She got back inside the house, and she saw he was by the door. "If you don't get why I'm so upset, then you must be a stupid, idiotic asshole."
"I don't think I've done anything wrong." He was in the dark.
Kim scoffed, and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Nothing wrong, huh?" He nodded. "So, this new little dancer was your idea?"
There it is. Tommy said to himself. "So this is about DJ?" He tried to get to the root of the problem out of her.
"Excuse me, who the fuck is DJ?" Kim huffed with wrath. She was about to be a bitch in 2.3 seconds.
"The new dancer. Leilani is her stage name, her real name is DJ." Tommy answered insensibly. He should've said the dancer's stage name. Not her somewhat legal name because then there's an implied non-business relationship there.
The hands went to the hips, and Tommy knew he was in deep shit. "So, her name is DJ." Kim mocked with delight in her tone. "DJ, DJ, DJ… you are on a first name basis with her?" She interrogated.
"Well, she has the potential to work there at the club." Tommy reasoned. He looked down at Kim. "What's the big deal?"
"Nothing." Kim nonchalantly answered, wondering if he caught on. She grabbed the bottle of Moscato, and she guzzled down the wine enhanced with grapes.
Think Tommy, now when a woman says 'nothing', that means that there's… "Why are you angry at me?" He continued asking her.
"I said nothing."
"I highly fucking doubt that. Now, let me know what is going on?"
"You!" She shouted. She placed the bottle down, since she knew she would throw it at his head. "Tommy, did you not see how she was looking at you?"
Tommy thought about it. Yes, they made eye contact a few times, and they smiled at one another. He didn't think anything about it. After all, she was his employee- for now. "We smiled at each other, so what."
"So what?" She was getting frustrated by the minute. "You shouldn't be that stupid. What the hell was she doing, when she was dancing on the stage tonight?"
"She made eye contact with me." Tommy replied, not knowing where she was going with this. What's with the 'brother and sister' questioning tonight?
"Ding, ding, ding." Kim imitated a buzzer, while she tapped her nose with her left index finger. "Now, on to question two, what did I do the first night you bounced at the club?" She looked up at him seriously.
Damn it. Curse my horrible memory. He drew a damn blank, and this was his first fight with Kim. Usually, they were fighting other people. This was completely new to him. "You danced…" He saw Kim gave him a look, and she used her right hand and turned it continuously, egging for him to continue the reply. "Um, um, um, you… danced on stage?" He questioned her. For some reason though, the angry Kim turned him on.
"Nrrr." She sounded. "Wrong." She couldn't believe he was all of sudden so stupid. "I made eye contact with you. I was able to engage you, while you were working."
He laughed. "Are you kidding me?" She found his laughing offensive. "You think just because DJ made eye contact with me, that I all of a sudden want to be with her?" The whole idea was absolutely ludicrous to him.
"You're not seeing it from my perspective!" She wasn't dissuaded by his laughter. If anything, that fueled her anger. "What happened in the dressing room, huh? Not to mention, I know this skanky bitch danced for you and Andros in your office. That's the auditioning phase of the interview. I should fucking know."
He shook his head. "She gave me a peck on the cheek, it wasn't a big deal. Yes, she auditioned. That's why we are willing to put her on a trial basis because she shows promise. But she needs to be a team player, and she was courteous with the other women. Not to mention, she did bring in quite a bit of money."
"Argh!" Kim screamed. She went back to her room.
"Stop being so fucking childish about this." Tommy demanded, this situation was so dumb. It was so dumb; it was making him just as angry as her. "I don't like her that way, and I will never like her that way."
"Who's to say down the line, if she starts working, you will like her more?" Kim ordered for him to answer that.
"It won't happen."
"You don't fucking know that though!" She cussed at him again. "Don't hire her." She demanded.
"What? That bitch makes money, honey. Her first night, she made close to $700. Making her a possible goldmine." Tommy informed with smartness.
The stripper, with the stage name Geo, rolled her eyes. "Fuck a goldmine." Kim snapped.
He chuckled to himself. "You are the highest paid dancer at this club. No one will take your spot."
"Not spot, but boyfriend maybe." She mumbled.
"What was that?" Tommy insisted she talked louder. Inside, he was dancing with delight at this possessive woman.
"Nothing!" She threw her arms up in the air in frustration. "I'm telling you, don't hire that trailer park trash whore!"
Towering over her, he decided to get on her level. He lowered himself to make eye contact with her. "I'm pulling rank, as your boss and hers, if she continues to pull in this amount of money, or close to this amount of money; she's staying. End of discussion."
The way he was vouching by this woman infuriated Kim. "Fuck. You." She pointed at his chest. "Tommy, don't do this. Don't let her work there. I am dead serious."
"Why? Is someone jealous?" He was getting even more turned on by the minute.
"Jealous?" Kim snorted. Maybe a little, but the better word to describe her was protective. She was adamant about protecting what's hers. "You're not getting it, if she works there, she will try to stick her damn acrylic nails into you."
"There's no fraternization at the club." He reminded her.
"However, what you do outside of work is a different story." She reminded him.
"Are you not able to leave your business and personal relationships separate?" Tommy wondered. If that was the case, then work and home would definitely be affected by her actions.
"I can so too handle it." Kim stepped up to the challenge.
Tommy smugly smirked. "Good girl." He grabbed her for a kiss, and his tongue slinked around hers. This kiss was rough, and it burned in Kim's brain. Quickly, he turned her around. Kim's ass felt his erection press against her. "Your ass is better than hers anyways." He hotly whispered. Kim was about to turn around, but he kept her still. He continued to rub his dick against her.
Kim slightly moaned. "Know what, I'm done for tonight. Arguing with you was like arguing with a brick wall." She needed to get his anger up, if they were on the same track.
"Maybe DJ won't think so." He egged her on once more, and he pushed her on the bed. He began to undress her.
"Don't. Mention. Her. Name." She slowly hissed for him as she felt his fingers press into her bare pussy. The usual three entered at a slow pace. "Oh… fuck…"
"So, should I do this to her?" He rhythmically began to stroke her sensitive clit as he fingered her.
"Shut up!" She said around a sexual filled moan. "Oh fuck."
Tommy unbuckled his pants, and he took off his boxers. His shirt came off as well. He turned Kim around, and he began to stroke himself. "What? You think I want DJ's firm, round ass on me?" He questioned, with intent behind it.
On all fours, Kim looked behind her. "Why do you keep bringing her up?" She questioned with ferocity.
"You seem to like her. Thinking that just, by us looking at each other, somehow she's going to get this." Tommy's dick entered her, and it slid through her wetness and hit the farthest point it could go.
"Fuckkk!" Kim screamed in pleasure. Upon entrance, Kim's arms fell to her elbows. Her ass elevated higher.
Massaging her ass, Tommy's hips moved in and out, slowly. "You… think… I want her?" He continued getting his way with his girlfriend. There wasn't an answer, minus Kim's gasps of bliss. He wanted her to speak her mind, since she was doing a lot of it earlier. He forcefully pounded into her.
"Shit!... Shit!" Kim mewled. The force of his thrusts were beginning to match the anger she had felt earlier. She moved her hips back against him. Their bodies moved like waves of the ocean hitting the rocks. "You… could… want.. shit." Kim moaned out again. He was deeply getting it in her. She loved the way he fucked her like this.
"What?" He grunted as he continued sliding in and out of her at a maddened pace. He wanted to make her know, who he loved. He put a vice grip on her hips, knowing this was going to leave red marks, but he needed to get his opinion through her head and heart. He slammed his dick into her harder. Then, the vice grip of her pussy surrounded his cock. He knew this was her erotic cue.
The pleasure rocked her body, and she came. "Fuck, ohmygod!" She convulsed under him. Her arms laid stagnant, and the right side of her face was on her bed.
He grabbed her arms, and as if she was getting handcuffed, he placed them on the small of her back. He placed his hands on those as control, and he continued this surge of power he had over her. He had the ability to make her jealous, but he had the ability to calm her fears. "I. only. Want. You." He said through his gritted teeth. "Say it."
Kim defied his wishes, and the only sounds exiting her mouth were climatic ones. Her eyes closed, as she continued to feel his dick ripping into her. Obviously, this was in a good way, and her pussy got wetter each time he entered. Harder he went. "Iwantyou." Kim quickly said, hoping to curb his animalistic fucking.
Letting go of her arms, Tommy grabbed her ass cheeks, and he continued his feral thrusting. His fingers dug into her ass cheeks. Kim braced her sheets, knowing he wasn't near his time to cum. Yet, she didn't care, the pleasure she was getting was intoxicating. Their relationship was a big mess, and they were in a convoluted one. Both dependent on each other, and both willing to go the distance to protect one another. Tommy's willingness to beat anyone who touched Kim inappropriately, and Kim's eagerness to impede any woman from getting Tommy.
"Fuck, Beautiful, your pussy feels good right now." He sexually confessed. He needed to see her and kiss her. Breaking the contact, Tommy turned Kim over. He kissed her passionately, and his body was riddled with sweat. Sliding back into her, he brought her knees to her chest, and he extended his legs out. He entered that way.
"Fuck, oh god, shit!" Kim gasped with the new position. Her breaths got shallow.
Feeling her bottom muscles tightening around him, Tommy knew she was ready to orgasm again. Loosening up his position, Tommy's knees steadily stayed on the bed. Her legs wrapped around his neck. He began to pant heavily. "Oh… God!" He used in vain. His release was beginning to build in him. "I… fucking… loveyou." Tommy moved faster.
"Prove it." She challenged, while she felt him fucking her. She countered thrusted against him.
Tommy moved her legs, so he could get better access to her boobs. Her legs attached to his hips, and he bent down to suck on her nipples. He felt Kim bucking beneath him. He removed her nipple from his mouth, and he stared in her eyes. Urgently thrusting into her, Tommy was going to give Kim all of his love and sperm soon.
Kim felt the rougher thrusts, and she interpreted them as the possessiveness they had over each other. Clamping her muscles on his cock, she was ready for him to cum and for her second orgasm. "Oh... shit... I fucking loveyou." Kim screamed in extacy.
Feeling her climax, Tommy's came right after. "Fuck, oh shit… damn." Tommy's body spasamed at the feeling of her pussy swallowing his cum. "Mmm." Tommy moaned into Kim's ear. He continued softly thrusting to empty himself.
The love he had shown her the past months, it was amazing to have. She really loved this man, and the emotion that was flowing through her body made her tear up. "Yes, I need you. " Kim softly cried, and she grabbed his face. She kissed him feverishly. "I'm so, so sorry. I love you." She stated with bravado. "It's only you."
He wiped the tears from her face. "Hey, hey, I'm not going anywhere Kim. And you know, what happens at the club, stays at the club. She shouldn't even be a factor." He soothed. Swapping positions, Kim rested on his chest, and his body rested on her comfortable bed. "I love you so much." More than even you or I know. Tommy admitted to himself.
Drifting off to sleep, Tommy was definitely going to miss church for the second Sunday.
Xxxxx
Reefside University
Dorm A102
The following morning, Tommy came back to his dorm. He needed to pick up a few things. His girlfriend chose to stay behind; her body needed the recuperation from the makeup sex she endured. Unlocking his door, Tommy whistled, whilst walking in. He observed his roommates huddled around the dining table. They seemed to be in a heated debate.
"I'm telling you that's not her." Jason pointed at the 4X6" photographs. He grabbed one and examined it closely.
Rocky picked up another one. "I guess, yeah, it could be her.' He noticed the similarities.
"I'm telling you, Kira and I were wondering why we didn't see it before. That's so fucking her, dude." Conner stated. Yesterday, Conner and Kira finally gotten to developing the vacation pictures from her digital camera. There were tons of pictures taken, and as they looked through all of them, Kira had noticed something in the backdrop that was the art exhibit. She thought really hard about the art because they were of some girl. Not to mention, Trent had informed them of the central theme of his gallery. Putting two and two together, Kira and Conner finally figured out how they knew Kim. Kim is Trent's long, lost sister.
Tommy placed his duffel bag on the floor. His duffel bag contained his suit, ties, slacks, and dress shoes for work. "What's going on?" He questioned.
The three roommates got quiet. Noticing it, Tommy had a feeling the 'her' in question had to do with a certain 5'2, petite, brunette, also known as his girlfriend.
The soccer player spoke up. "Tommy, tell me this doesn't look like Kim." He handed the picture, in his hands, to his roommate.
While holding the picture, the partner of KO-35 Girls had a feeling what this was about. He held the picture, and it was of Conner, Kira, Trent, and Anton. In the background of the picture, a painting of a teen girl, and she was on the porch of a grand mansion. The magnificent painting, done in color, showed the brunette girl with doe, brown eyes, full lips, and a petite body looking straight ahead. There was darkness and sadness around her eyes, and Tommy noticed her frail body. He guessed this was taken after she came home from Miami.
What should I say? That is Kim, or that isn't Kim. He contemplated the possible repercussions of both. If he agreed that was Kim, then Conner would most likely call Trent and Anton. Then, they would be very much on their way to see Kim. Kim would definitely kick his ass for that. The best decision was to deny everything. That way it saves his girl and himself. He didn't want another sparring match with his girlfriend again.
"Nope, that's not Kim." Tommy straight denied with a smile. "Now, if you excuse me, I need to get ready and go."
"What!" Jason, Rocky, and Conner incredulously yelled.
Tommy had no clue what the outburst was for. He turned around to face them again.
Jason placed the photo he was holding, in his hand, on the table. "Bro, ever since Thanksgiving break has been done, you are hardly here. What gives?" He continued to look at Tommy with bewilderment. This was definitely not the same guy he met at the beginning of the semester.
"Yeah, like all of a sudden, you go to class, and you are like gone." Rocky agreed with Jason. Then, he thought about it. "Actually, you don't even go to class anymore." He continued to gaze at Tommy. There was something different about him, but what?
"I go to class." Tommy lied. Honestly, with his promotion, he's hardly showed up to any of his classes. If he goes to class, it's a day or two instead of his weekly four.
Conner rolled his eyes. "Are you hiding shit from us?" He queried bluntly. He started to gather up the pictures from his Thanksgiving vacation. "Because to be honest, I think you are."
"Don't be so confident." Tommy casually played off. He looked between all of them. "Listen, don't be so dense, and think I'm up to no good or something."
His roommates ripped into him. Conner attacked him for lying about the pictures because he vowed Trent's gallery was about Kim. Rocky got on Tommy's case for disregarding his school, basically putting it on the backburner. While Jason argued how Tommy's changed into a different person.
"All of this happened because of Kim." Conner played that card. "I mean, ever since she's come into your life, you've disregarded, us- your brothers, you hardly come back to this place. Not to mention, you smoke cigarettes, you and Kim have sex all the time, and you become a raging lunatic when she gets hurt. Face it Tommy, she's changed you. You are the fucking dense one, not Rocky, Jason, or I." He let the words sink in. "I know Trent's gallery was about Kim because that's his long, lost sister."
Shocked, Rocky and Jason's mouths dropped. The admission threw them for a loop.
Tommy grew dark. He stood toe to toe with Conner. "You don't know fucking shit." He hissed with wrath. "Keep my fucking girlfriend's name out your mouth. You don't see me talking shit about Kira."
Not backing down, Conner stood up for himself and Kira. "Yeah, because Kira doesn't hide shit from anyone. She keeps it real. What you see is what you get, unlike Kim. Who knows where or who that girl has fucking been with."
Forcefully grabbing Conner by the collar of his shirt, Tommy picked him up, and slammed him up against the door of Rocky and Conner's room. The thudding sound of Conner's head hitting up against the door, froze Jason and Rocky. Tommy held Conner up against the wall. "You really want to go there? You fucking son of a bitch!" He shouted. On a scale of 1-10, Tommy was at an 11.1.
Coming out of their trance, Rocky and Jason tried to mediate the situation. They saw Tommy's veins popping out, and they knew Tommy was pissed out of his mind.
"Whatever, Tommy." Conner pushed Tommy off. "If you aren't opening up your eyes, you are just going to remain blind about everything." He straightened out his clothes.
I don't need to hear this shit. "I'm leaving." Instead of taking the shower at the dorms, Tommy began to pack his things up.
"What do you mean you're leaving?" Rocky asked as he followed Tommy to his room. He noted the open suitcases, and Tommy grabbing his shower stuff, books, and everything else that belonged to him. "Are you really leaving?" Tommy nodded. "Well, where are you going?"
"To the woman that apparently hides shit." Tommy muttered mockingly. He shook his head and finished his packing. He carried out his suitcases and duffel. Whatever else he needed, he had the large bank account to purchase it. With that, Tommy scurried out the dorm and away from Conner.
Jason, Rocky, and Conner looked amongst themselves. They had no clue what just happened. Conner, most of all, felt really guilty about the things he said. He should've never criticized Kim, but he really felt alarms were going off around Kim. He definitely went the wrong way about things.
"Shit." Jason muttered. He shook his head, and he sighed. "Conner, that was kind of harsh."
"You don't think there is something off about Kim?" Conner asked as he rubbed the back of his head. "I mean, come on, think about it."
Rocky sighed. "Con, whatever you're feeling, doesn't compare to Tommy. You know how much he loves Kim, and it's very obvious how much Kim loves Tommy. The shit you said was way out of line." He admitted with sincerity. It's one thing to aruge with someone for changing, but it's another thing to place the blame on someone.
The three roommates went to do their own things. They wondered if they were going to see Tommy again.
Preview for Next Chapter: Rivals, 'rules are made to be broken', and a brother and sister surprise.