Chapter Two
I snaked my way through the crowd until I was standing in front of the VIP section and glanced over my shoulder at the one-way glass windows of his office. I saw the bouncer touch his earpiece out of the corner of my eye and before I knew it he was unhooking the velvet rope to let me pass by. I curtsied while looking up at the Joker's office before stepping up onto the landing and making my way to the plump old man in the corner.
I didn't have much time to formulate a plan on my way down as I was still wrapped up in my previous experience upstairs but as soon as I approached and the man made eye contact with me I knew exactly what to do.
"You look like a man who knows how to get what he wants." I smiled shyly, coming to a stop directly in front of him. He eyed me up and down, licking his lips with a look of lust on his face. He pushed the topless dancer off of his lap and pat his knee for me to sit down.
"I do, and I can use those skills to help get pretty girls like you whatever they want, too."
Disgusting pig. I thought, but I kept my composure, a suggestive smile on my face as I swung one of my legs over his lap and sat down, wrapping my arms around his sweaty neck.
"So, tell me…what do I have to do to get something from you?" I breathed, leaning in close and pushing my hips into his large stomach. He responded by placing his stubby hands on my ass and squeezing hard.
"You were that pretty little thing up on that box earlier, weren't you? I can think of a few ways you could get something outta me…just depends on what you want, baby." He said. I could hear his ragged breathing and I wasn't sure if it was from the smoking or his weight but it made me inwardly gag. He truly was a grotesque human being, in more ways than one.
I pressed my chest into his face, giving him a full view of my cleavage while I dug my nails into his shoulders.
"I could really use some help getting out of debt. Student loans these days are so expensive, and I'm just trying to become a doctor." I said, using a pouty voice and pulling back to hold his face in my palms, jutting my bottom lip out at him.
He snorted, "Student loans my ass. Good girls don't end up in places like this and if they do they don't stay good for long."
I cocked my head to one side, giving him my best puppy dog eyes while wiggling my tits in his face. He chuckled and shook his head.
"I might be willing to help you out with a couple of bills if you dance for me, baby. But only because I'm a sucker for brunettes with pretty eyes and nice breasts."
Bingo. Men are so easy, I didn't even have to tell him my name and I already had him willing to dig in his pockets for me. I grinned wickedly at him as the song changed to something slow and sexy. I wondered idly if the Joker put it on just for me, I knew he was up there watching.
I began to grind against him, distracting him with the swell of my chest in his face while I undid the clasps of his Cuban link chains. He didn't notice when I lifted them from his neck as I turned away from him and began to whine my ass in his lap. I discreetly placed them inside the hem of my jeans making it look as if I were just touching myself for him.
With my back still turned to him, I dropped down to the floor between his legs and slid back up his body slowly, reaching for his hands to place on my chest. He obliged and began to squeeze and tug on them greedily. I rolled my eyes and quickly slipped the wedding ring and the other sparkling diamond ones off his fingers. I shoved those into my front pocket.
The song was nearly done and all I had left to grab was his watch. I stole a glance at it and saw that it was a diamond encrusted Rolex. I quickly turned around to face him, dipping again between his legs. As I rose, I grabbed his arm that the watch was on and brought his hand up to my mouth, sucking on a few of his fingers. His eyes instantly closed and I could hear him grunt. With his fingers in my mouth, I took my free hand and drug it down his chest, all the way to his crotch where I gave a soft, quick rub. My other hand worked the clasp of the Rolex and as I increased the pressure on his groin I let his fingers fall from my mouth which allowed me to slip the watch free from his wrist and into my jeans.
I cringed when I felt moisture pool where my other hand was, realizing that I had made him cum.
Sheesh, I feel bad for this bastard's wife. She probably hasn't had an orgasm since she married him. I thought to myself as the song came to a close and I stood up from his lap. His eyes opened and I plastered that fake smile on my face again, internally laughing at the stupidity of this sucker.
"How was that?" I asked, biting one of my fingernails between my teeth innocently.
I watched him reach for his wallet and pull out a fist full of hundred dollar bills, I was hoping he wouldn't notice that all of his jewelry was missing since he was still riding his orgasm high. He palmed me the cash quickly, a feverish and satisfied look on his round face.
Sucker. I inwardly grinned as I stuffed the money in my back pocket.
"Sweetheart, you're the kind of girl that can make a man like me go broke." He said. I curtsied at him and giggled, keeping up with the act until I heard a voice from behind me.
"Isn't she, though?" I recognized it immediately and felt my whole body warm over with pleasure. The man I just danced for, however, looked as if he'd seen a ghost. All the color drained from his face and he started fidgeting in his seat.
"Mister J, I wasn't aware that you were here tonight. Had I known I would have already been up to your office," He sputtered.
J walked up behind me and brushed my hair back from my shoulder, exposing my neck and collarbone to him. He leaned down, bringing his lips agonizingly close to my skin. I craned my head to the side, exposing more flesh to him but his gaze was locked on the dirt bag in the corner.
"Oh, it's really no trouble at all, Carl. You seemed to be enjoying yourself so much that I didn't want to interrupt your evening with business." He said, his lips barely brushing my skin as he spoke. Finally, he placed a chaste kiss on the top of my shoulder before moving to sit next to the man and throw his arm around his shoulders.
I had to giggle a little, the contrast between the two men was vast and he looked so funny with his arm around someone three times his size. J looked wildly at me, raising one eyebrow in my direction in a playful manner as if he could read my mind. He turned his attention back to the man in his embrace who looked as though he were ready to hurl. Beads of sweat were collecting at his brow and his shirt was beginning to soak through, a clear sign of nervousness.
"Carl, Carl, Carl, we have a little issue, don't we?" J asked, gripping the man's face and yanking it towards him, forcing their eye contact. He smacked his cheek hard with his gloved hand. "I feel like you've been avoiding me, and I just hate being ignored…don't you, pet?" He looked back over at me.
I didn't realize how quiet it had gotten in the VIP booth, or the four hulking goonies of J's that were standing behind me, I glanced around briefly before answering him.
"I really do…it's the worst." I said, crossing my arms over my chest and pretending to pout. My features quickly rearranged into a smirk and I laughed. This wasn't going to end well for whoever this guy was.
"Wait…this is your girl? Mister J…I- I had no idea! I meant no disrespect. We was just having some fun, you see..." He stammered which made J throw his head back and laugh, releasing the man from his grip and moving to stand beside me. I threw one arm over his shoulder and cocked my hips to the side, letting my hand dangle in front of his chest.
"Oh, Carl, you're so funny. Tell you what, I'm in a forgiving mood. Let's play a game." He drew his eyebrows down and grinned wickedly at the man who began shaking his head in protest.
"No, please, Mister J-"
"ENOUGH." J bellowed, pulling out a shiny gold and purple revolver from the holster beneath his suit jacket. I instantly removed my arm from his shoulder and stepped to the side, staring between the two men intently.
"Carl, I'm going to shoot you in the head…if you live, you get a week's time to pay me back, and if you die…well, then I'll just have the pleasure of killing you." He smiled wide and deranged, stepping closer to Carl, while spinning the barrel over and over again until he snapped it shut without warning and pressed it to Carl's head.
Carl threw his hands up wildly and began to cry, pleading and begging for his life. J pulled the gun from his head and placed it behind his ear, scratching his scalp with it while cocking his head to the side.
"What's that, Carl? I really can't hear you through all that sobbing, and I'm growing impatient." He pressed the barrel back to his forehead. Everyone in VIP was staring, the men behind me were blocking the view from the regular patrons but I was front and center, aching to see what was going to happen.
J laughed his signature crazy cackle before he leaned in close to Carl's face.
"Are you ready for the punch line, Carl?" He asked, "I don't remember how many bullets I put in this thing." At that he straightened his posture, threw his head back in laughter, and pulled the trigger. It made me jump, but no bullet was fired, the only sound was the click of an empty barrel. I heard an audible groan pass over the group of VIP's - they were hoping for the ladder.
"I guess it's your lucky day!" J said, clapping his hands together. He opened the revolver and looked inside, there were five bullet in the chamber instead of six and Carl was lucky enough to be on the receiving end of the empty one.
J began to laugh, shutting and tucking the revolver back in his holster and smacking Carl once more on the cheek. He then turned to me and grabbed my hand. The bouncers cleared a path for us and as we exited the VIP section J called out to Carl over his shoulder.
"One week, Carl! And don't forget, I like big bills." And with that he tugged me all the way through the club and back upstairs to his office.
He released my hand once we were through the threshold and we both made our way to his desk. He sat in his throne and I sat in the chair in front of him, pulling out the spoils of my lap dance with Carl. I sprawled them all out on the table, including the stack of hundreds the man had palmed me when I was finished. J grinned wickedly at me to which I shrugged.
"What can I say? I'm a good test taker." I said with a smirk, crossing my legs and sitting back in my seat.
"So it would seem, doll face." He put his elbows on his desk and rested his chin in his hands, looking at me. It felt like he was staring into my soul, so I broke our gaze and turned my head to the side shyly.
I didn't hear him get up, but I felt him kneel in front of me and grip my jaw tightly, turning my face towards his. His eyes were wide and manic, nothing out of the ordinary for him, but I saw so much more in them than that. Things I wanted to see, and things I didn't. I knew that this man wasn't capable of love, only possession, obsession, and control - but was I any different? I didn't believe in love. I believed in partnership - give and take, push and pull, up and down, and I believed in desire. Extreme, unwavering desire to please, to keep, to control, to gain power. We were so similar but I couldn't quell the idea that I wanted him to need me, even if he wasn't capable of that either. Still, I wanted it from him. Somehow, some way, I wanted him to rely on me so much that he couldn't picture waking up a single day without me. He was my savior, and I wanted to be his in any way that I could.
We stayed still, staring into each other's eyes, trying to decode the other's mind until he stood and pulled me up with him. He led me to the far corner of his office and pulled a drawer open on one of his end tables, reaching inside to press a button that I couldn't see. The massive painting of a circus tent on his wall flipped over revealing a vast array of knives cradled in a case of red velvet. He opened it and grabbed a long, thin, razor sharp blade that was so clean and silver that the light danced off of it in prisms of rainbow colors.
"Come closer," He cooed and I obeyed without a moment's hesitation. I stood in front of him and he gently turned me around and pressed himself against my back. He was hard again, and this time I moaned loudly. He growled in response.
"Patience, baby doll." He said, turning his face into my neck and breathing in deeply. His cock twitched against my ass. "So perfect…" He whispered. "Already so perfect. Could it be?" He bit the sensitive skin there and I felt his silver teeth puncture my flesh causing me to moan again.
"Would you die for me?" He asked.
I nodded. It was clear that I would die for this man if it meant that he would continue living. I would rather die than live in a world where this beautiful nightmare didn't exist. He gripped my throat with his bare hand, the skin on skin contact sent a shock through me. My head was spinning, he was burning my entire body to flames.
"That's not enough…Would you live for me, Maddie?" He whispered. I pondered this for a moment. Living for someone gave them complete control of you, your actions, and your conscience…all of it. But I didn't intend to live for him unless he was willing to live for me and I knew that wasn't going to be an easy feat. Still, I closed my eyes and laid my head against his chest.
"Yes," I said in a breathy voice. He slid the knife's point down my cheek, my neck, my chest, and all the way to my stomach.
"Be careful, pet, before you say this to me." He said, turning his mouth to my ear where he spoke softly, letting his voice send chills through my entire body.
"Once before I was promised this, and once before I was disappointed. If you speak these words then you will be mine forever. I will never let you leave." He said, and I knew it was a threat. I just didn't care, I wanted this sick man to be my forever. He began digging the tip of the knife into the flesh of my hip. I sucked in a hiss of air, enjoying the sting of the metal blade.
"Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power." He whispered and I felt him begin to carve at my skin with the knife, sending me into overdrive.
"Say it, say it, say it." He urged me on. I moaned, clenching my fists at my side before I spoke the oath back to him.
"Please…" I begged and I heard him gasp. He buried his face in the crook of my neck and began to mumble.
"Mine, all mine. My new. My pet. All mine." He was cooing, it made me giggle but he quickly turned me around, gripping my shoulders tightly and covering my mouth with his.
Oh FUCK… I thought, moaning into his mouth as his tongue possessed mine. Probing, digging, searching, and sucking. He tasted so good it made my knees buckle. He wrapped a steadying arm around my lower back, dipping me as he continued to dominate my lips.
It was over sooner than I wanted it to be and once he stood me upright and I opened my eyes I was instantly aware of the warm wetness sticking to the hem of my jeans. I lifted my shirt and looked down at my hip. He had carved a large "J" into my skin that was bleeding excessively. He must have cut deeper than I thought he did.
He was admiring his work with his arms crossed over his slim chest, and I was admiring the smear of my lipstick around his mouth with a smile. He looked up at me and tipped his head to the side.
"You belong to me now, Madeline, and I'm going to take every part of you for myself. It's time for me to ruin you. To complete you. Come." He commanded, and I followed without question. I was ready.