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Eriks Inheritance

Erik never imagined owning anything more than a car, a house, maybe some nice things like an oversized flat-screen TV or a spare guest house situated on the other side of a pool. Now he was looking at a stack of paperwork in a manilla folder that said he owned a gentleman's club. A woman who smiled at him through bifocals in a knowing way that should have made him uncomfortable, but didn't, had bequeathed the papers to him upon his arrival.

“Who did you say is giving this to me?” Erik asked her, leaning back in the chair trying to understand how this was happening to him.

“David Thompson, sweetie did you not know your uncle?” Her answer was confused and seemed to insinuate he should know who that was. She was a plump woman with short grey hair.

Erik rubbed his hands together, “I might have met the man once a few years ago, but no. I wasn't close with any of my dad's family. ”

“Well he must have thought a great deal about you because in that is the transfer of some money too, and a few other things.” Her voice had that grandmotherly tone that told him he should get out of the kitchen, she was cooking.

“Yeah. I've gotta go to the bank and show them, what exactly?” he tried to keep his brow from furrowing into a scowl, but forgot to lift his chin up when he flicked his eyes at the attorney across from him.

“Just hand them the folder and tell them you're there because your uncle left you an account. You've also got to find out about his other things because most of that you're gonna have to handle as well.” she said.

“Like what?” he asked.

She pursed her lips at him showing her irritation, “Any taxes he may owe, or mortgages or leases. Insurance payments, pretty much any bill he had is up to you to resolve. You don't have to pay them all of course, unless you plan to keep whatever it is, but you’re the one that has to tell those people he's dead.” she folded her hands.

“Oh. Okay, thank you.” Erik said and stood, trying to put back on a professional appearance. It was like putting on an oversized coat that he had been wearing for a few years. Comfortable but not quite him. Extending a hand he said, “If I have any more questions I'll come see you.”

She stood and took it gently, her hands fat and small but warm in his. “We'll help you in any way we can sweetie.”

The drive to the bank was short and unhindered except for a few stop lights. The clerk behind the counter was a attractive woman with sharp blue eyes and dark hair. When he told her why he was there she said, “Just a moment sir, I'll get you an account manager,” and went around the corner to an office. A man ten years his senior sitting behind a broad desk waved him into a glass walled office near the back.

“Hello, I’m Daniel, how can I help you today Mr. Thompson?” the manager asked, his yellow button down shirt and purple tie an odd choice with his dark military cut hair.

“I have some accounts that I need to sign for I think, I’m not entirely sure.” Erik replied. He then explained his circumstances.

Daniel nodded in the right places and his eyebrows rose at the right moment. Taking the folder, he left the office for a minute and came back with a form for him to sign. It was a fast, blurry interaction and left Erik holding sheaves of paper with account summaries on them.

“Considering your circumstances Mr. Thompson, I would suggest locating his accountant next.”The account manager said.

Looking at the statements and the amounts, Erik agreed. He had no idea if his affairs were “in order” as they say, but he had every intention of finding out. The last thing he wanted was to inherit money only to lose it all because he owed someone and didn't know it. “Thank you for your help. I'll do that.” They both stood and shook hands.

Trying to wrap his head around everything, Erik went and sat in his truck. It was a familiar and safe place for him to think while he looked at the statements. He tried not to let his eyes bulge at the amounts. He wasn’t sure of how to spend it wisely and that’s what concerned him.

Owning his own business gave him a secure feeling in his stomach, like standing on his own for the first time. Everyone he knew of aspired to own their own business whether it was owning a mechanic shop to a restaurant or a dozen other things. People didn’t get anywhere in life unless they owned something of value. A business was an asset that grew, or wilted, depending on the work one put into it. It was like a tree that had to be nursed in order to bear fruit. Luckily his uncle had already done the hardest parts in establishing the business; starting something was always the hardest part. It was just unfortunate that David had died.

The weight and responsibility of running his own business settled on his shoulders like a boulder. This was someone’s life at one point. It was how some people put food on the table and kept roofs over their children’s heads. He had to make sure not to let those people down, his employees were his responsibility now.

He had no idea what he was doing. Erik had to move forward somehow, but with what? There was so much to look at and take in still. He didn’t even know where the place was yet.

It would be easier if he could break it down so he forced himself to look at what he needed to do right now.

The urge to organize and sort what he did have into a more attractive package pressed onto his brain like a firm hand at the back of his head.

Erik looked at the manilla folder. In his experience, they always got bent up and discolored and marked on. There were important documents in that folder and he hated the fact that they were so exposed.

A moment later he was driving towards an office supply store, the impulse still fueling him as he parked his truck ten minutes later and walked inside with his folder.

“Hello!” a feminine voice said from halfway across the store. There was no one at the registers but there also seemed to be no customers in the aisles. She wore a blue red polo shirt with the store’s label embroidered on the breast pocket. A black pen stuck out from it.

“Lively place you got here,” Erik said with a wave.

“This is the place to be at two forty-five in the afternoon, can't you tell?” she said with a funny purse of her lips and a gesture around her.

Erik walked towards her. She was standing behind an overly large counter that surrounded her on all sides. It was white marble, polished and sealed to a glassy finish that reflected Erik's face at him. Catching a glimpse at his arms and shoulders for a second, the muscles prominent, reminded him to make sure he made his daily gym trip later.

“How can I help you?” the woman asked with a bright, open mouth smile. She was blonde with her hair pulled back in a messy bun that truly looked messy rather than cute, a lock at her temple hung around her left cheek.

Erik set his folder on the counter. “Well, I've got some extremely important documents I need to protect in here and I want to do it professionally and neatly. Am I in the right place?” He looked up at her, waiting.

“I think you are, it's part of what we do.” She said. “Are you looking for just a binder and document protectors to slide them in or…?” she trailed off, putting both hands on the counter and leaning forward slightly.

Erik looked down and opened the folder, revealing the pages to himself fully for the first time. When he looked up at her, she was biting her lip with a knowing smile. She released her lip and raised her eyebrows as if to say, I'm here for whatever you need, just show me.

“I want something really nice that I'll be proud to carry around with me.” He started putting the papers out on the counter, “Do you mind if I get organized right here? I haven't really looked at these yet or put them into any kind of order. I don't even know what's here really.”

“Do whatever you need to, I'm here all night and from the looks of it, just for you,” she said. Her voice had gotten quieter and more intimate. She placed her elbows on the counter and leaned in to look at what he was doing.

Erik could see down her polo at her cleavage, her round breasts touched, their cupped curves diving toward one another. Only an inch or so showed but he imagined the entire sweep of them as the dark valley disappeared. Glancing up at her, his eyes swept down her back, arched upwards as she leaned, her hips swaying back and forth idly. Two pink lines peaked out over her hips at the waistline of her white pants and wrapped around her, telling him of the thong that nestled itself against her vulva. His cock thickened in his left pant leg but he ignored it and continued laying out papers.

“Wow this does seem like pretty heavy stuff,” she said plucking at an official looking certificate. There were a few of those in the stack among other normal pieces of paper.

He laughed, “Yeah, kind of why I want to protect it.”

“We've got a few things that would work but I don't know if they are very stylish,” she said then stood up right. She walked to his left and he stole a glance at her backside, a round bubble of flesh that strained against the confines of what appeared to be white jeans but he was sure were a kind of denim leggings. He openly stared at her while she turned towards the aisles. Before she disappeared she glanced back and smiled at him.

She had known he was looking, and he thought she might have liked it. Smiling to himself he looked back down to the papers and tried to focus again.

She came back and nudged up against him as she laid out a few large book looking items and a three ring binder. Their arms touched and Erik felt the thrill of being closer to her. He inhaled and smelled a feminine perfume of a brand he couldn't place. It made him think of wildflowers and sex.

“We have the basic binder design,” she said gesturing to the white hard covers, “or we have these leather bound ones.”

One was all blue and plain but too thin. Another was almost a briefcase in size and an ugly brown color, like that of an unwashed dog. She held a third one in her arms, “I think this is what you'll want.” She offered him a black faux leather binder, sleek in design with a decorative line of thick stitching about an inch and half off of the spine on each side. Zippers held it closed and Erik opened it to find a white legal pad on the right side, three small rings in the spine and pockets on the left. It was perfect.

“Wow, you're right, this is the one I want,” he said in wonder. Closing it up and rubbing the front with his palm, it made a smooth sound and tried to grip his hand like a lover not wanting him to slip away. He thought it beautiful in its simplicity, but he noticed the stitches were about where the ring insert would be sewn in, making it reinforced as well as elegant. When he looked up the woman was close to him, closer than he remembered her being.

Shorter than he was, she looked up at him, pink and light brown eye shadow peeking out from behind bold brown eyes lined in heavy black. She inhaled, extenuating her chest then sidestepped, squeezing herself between him and the counter, their hips grinding against each other. Her thigh rubbed his cock once and he didn't bother stepping away as it throbbed.

His voice was low and intimate when he spoke, “What's your name?”

“Amber,” she said, tilting her face to one side.

He wanted to reach in and kiss her. Part of him knew she wanted him to as well. He hadn't made a pass at her, why was she coming onto him? He also wanted to shake his head to clear his mind. Today was weird,but in the best ways.

“Amber, I'm Erik, ” he said.

“Hi Erik,” she replied, still looking up at him, rubbing her thigh against his pulsing cock.

He wanted to throw her over the counter and mount her right there on the marble but good sense told him that was a bad idea, even if she went for it. Bold restraint seemed the best course of action and he said the only thing that made sense in the moment.“I have very little intention of letting your security cameras record me throwing you over the counter, however you are making it difficult not too.”

Amber purred, “Too bad, it's kind of a fantasy of mine.” Her elbows went to the counter and she leaned back, pushing her hips against his.

“Do you have somewhere more private by chance?” he asked. He felt comfortable with himself and let his hands set the dark journal like binder down behind Amber and grabbed her hips right at her waist band, his thumbs and forefingers touching her skin. She felt warm and soft to his touch. She didn't back away as he slowly leaned into her to put his lips against hers.

She pushed into him, meeting him the last few centimeters and keeping the kiss firm but not hard. It held the warmth of a lover’s intention but the unfamiliarity of a new handshake. She tasted of spearmint gum and when his right hand slid into her hair at the back of her head he caught a whiff of cigarette smoke like a toxic euphoria.

She pressed her body against his as he stepped closer, hunching over her, then she peeled back and seated herself on the counter with a hop. Both hands grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him to her. Erik's mouth went to her neck and his fingers gripped her hair.

She spoke in a pant against him, “Door,” her breath was a rush against his ear, “I have to lock the door.”

Erik took a step back. She scrambled to the front door in a fast walk and with a click it locked and she turned back to him. Her steps were brisk when she came back to him and pressed her lips back to his, one hand going around his neck, the other to his still covered sex.

Her ass seemed to fall into his palms and he picked her up. She seemed light as a feather holding her in the air like that. Their lips wrestled with each other until she shifted and Erik let her slide down him. A blurry moment later they were in an office somewhere towards the back of the store and she was fighting to get his belt undone. Like their tongues a moment before, they fought against each other, him trying to pull her shirt off and her struggling to get his jeans down but a hectic moment later she sat naked on a desk with her legs open to him, her fingers cold against his cock, massaging it's hard length. He stepped forward and felt the wetness of her slit kiss the tip of him.

Pulling on her thighs, Erik felt himself glide into her, her muscles squeezing as she moaned in pleasure against his size. He stared down at her body, a tiny lithe bundle of sexy that moaned and flexed against him. Her weight was positioned on her elbows and backside, her legs resting on his arms as he thrust into her.

Finding a rhythm, slow and steady at first, he felt her pussy out, finding the angle that seemed to make her moan the most. It required him to drop his hips just a little. When the bouncing became rhythmic,

Erik's eyes began to drink in her lust while her body built to orgasm. To him, it wasn't something you rushed, especially on a first time with someone. Her moans didn't disagree his engorged cock throbbed while thrusting into her.

Amber looked up at him, meeting his eyes with an intensity. Then she bit her lip and leaned upwards, wrapping a hand around his neck, hanging her weight off of him. With the new found leverage, she lifted her bubbly ass up a little and pushed back onto him in time to his hips, their skin making a familiar loud smack. It was uncomfortable after a moment but the message was clear.

Erik stopped and took her hand around his neck in his own, set her down, then turned her over without pulling out. Her insides rolled and twisted on him in a pleasant way. He pinned that same arm in the small of her back gently, then took hold of her upper arm with his other hand. Obliging her silent request for more, he used her arm to pound into her from behind.

A loud moan started and didn't seem to end while his hips and thighs slammed into her. She tilted her ass up, arching her back for him. He stared at the way it rippled and shook, enjoying the view of her and she lay face down and accepting him.

She clinched his shaft tightly and her moans increased, seeming to come from everywhere on the small room as she began to cum on him. Lifting her head and shoulders up, her back arching harder than before, she screamed with a sultry “Eeeuuuhhh,” and then fell back down. Warmth spread over the base of his cock and embraced his balls then quickly cooled. The proof of her pleasure if he needed it. He never slowed or changed pace. When her pants subsided, Erik slowed and pulled out.

“Are you about to cum?” she asked over her shoulder.

“No, just changing position.” he answered her.

“Okay. I want you to cum in my mouth.” she smiled at him, guilty pleasure painting her face.

He smiled back, “I would love too.”

She laughed in way that was more excitement than funny.

Putting her back on her back, Erik turned them ninety degrees so they were long ways on the desk. He took her legs up in his arms, the crook of her knee resting in the crook of his elbow. After she guided him back inside her luscious cavern, Erik folder her in half onto her shoulders and slide home inside of her. His balls rested against her ass.

With slow deliberation he pulled out his entire throbbing length until his tip barely penetrated her fold. Then with grunting force he smashed into her pelvis, driving into her pussy and smashing his hips against hers. She yelped a sexual sound and her nails dug into his chest for purchase, clawing two thin red lines across one bulging pectoral. He did it again, and again. The slamming thrusts and guttural grunts with her nails clawing anywhere they could touch became the new found rhythm. It grew in tempo and speed, her hands searching anywhere they could reach for places to sink her nails into his flesh in a desperate attempt to hang on.

He became a storm on top of her. His growls and grunts becoming loud roars. He felt her warmth explode over his cock, spewing outwards and splashing against him with each furiously drive of his cock. The euphoric rage built in his loins, escalating until it reached a plateau, his pleasure amazing in its feeling but not any closer to orgasm. He redoubled his efforts, lighting a wildfire in himself.

Sweat streamed off of his forehead and he was sure the entire store echoed with his voice. She screamed back, her entire body tensing every few seconds and then releasing a torrent of cum that spilled out of her like an overflowing cup.

Erik leaned low over her body, round breasts pressed against his thick chest, his elbows went to rest over her shoulders, locking her in place under him. He began to drive into her relentlessly, the force of him slamming into her over and over, driving her up against his arms. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and she began to scream and shake violently with her volcanic explosion of cum, her pussy a vise holding his cock and a spewing geyser at the same time. With a roar it sent him over the edge.

When his own eruption came finally, his loins squeezing and his pushing huge pumps of semen through him, he leaped up from her. He managed to keep his hand in her hair without actually yanking her down to the floor but he wasn't sure how and then her lips were around his cock, sucking. A guttural scream followed and he felt thick cables of himself spew into her mouth. One hand held the base of his cock and the other cupped his backside, pulling with a gentle pressure. Her pleasured moans vibrated the crown of him, adding to his own euphoria.

Without question she sucked on him for a long time. When the pulsations of his seed slowed down, she began to go down his shaft with her mouth, pulling more out of him, milking his testicle. He held on and enjoyed it, trying to enjoy every free ounce of release he got.

His cock finally grew flaccid enough they were both satisfied and she let go it. From her kneeling position she looked up at him and said, “Wow.”

He looked back at her, smiling a daydream smile and nodded his agreement.

She looked at his cock, took it in her mouth again and sucked some more for a moment. He almost came back ready for more but she stopped and looked back up. “I love sucking you, you're amazing.”

“I won't stop you,” he said, his eyes half closed.

She laughed, a tinkling sound from her throat. “I imagine you wouldn't.” Then she stood up and looked for her clothes. Coming back from the happy place he was in, Erik began doing the same.

A few minutes later and he was swiping his new bank card to an account with more money than he knew what to do with.

“So, can we do that again?” She asked.

He was standing, holding his sleek black binder with all of his documents in order and protected, wondering the same thing. She was attractive and definitely amazing at swallowing. He wasn't sure if he would consider her good in bed as he had done most of the work, but there was no such thing as bad sex.

He smiled at her, “Yeah, I'd like that. Maybe in a bed this time.”

She laughed, “That would be great, my back hurts,” she said stretching it out to make her point. It popped and he winced with her. “We can meet up after I'm off if you want.”

“Possibly,” he replied, “I might be busy tonight.” He pulled out his phone, “Can I have your number? I might be free tomorrow.”

She had dimmed at his polite rejection but then brightness entered her features when he made a counter offer. A moment later they had exchanged numbers and promises of getting together later. He had every intention of fulfilling his side of the bargain, he just hoped she did too.

Getting into his truck again, he took a second to appreciate the fact that he had walked into an office supply store and had his way with the clerk. That was amazing. It didn’t happen everyday. For him, it happened never except for this once so that it was definitely a once in a lifetime experience. A giddy wave of excited euphoria crawled up his spine, a tingling wonderful sensation.

Erik banished thoughts of Amber. He had work to do. Didn't he have to find his uncle's old accountant? Where would he begin with that?

The only thing that made sense was to go to the club and riffle through the paperwork there. So, with his truck rumbling gently beneath him, he headed that way.

The club was towards the outskirts of town and he managed to only get caught by one red light. Amber texted him, and he checked it while waiting for the light.

“Thank you for today. My pussy wants more and hurts at the same time lol.”

“My pleasure, I'll be glad to fill you up again.” he sent back. The light turned green a second later his phone chimed a reply but he ignored it for now. Parking in the lot of the strip club, Erik appraised the building at face value. It wasn't much of anything in the way of nice. It actually looked rather beat up, he thought. Weeds sprouted from cracks and one part of the parking lot that surrounded the building was broken down into gravel. There was no striping for parking stalls or lanes.

The building was two stories tall and seemed square, made of red bricks that looked like they were from the early 20th century. Two windows on each floor gaped like mouths with plywood covering them from the inside. Lips of the same red brick framed the windows, turned long ways so the pattern was different and they jutted out to form a ledge. A steel door with dents and surface rust sat above a pale stone ramp that fanned out in a semi circle.

He supposed the building hadn't always been a strip club, but he wondered how such a beat down place could make money. There was only a single sign that read “Wild Card” on it. Smaller script reading, “hot babes” and “cold beer” in the top corners also served to attract customers, but he doubted it did a very good job. He shook his head. This couldn't be all it had to offer.

Climbing out he tried not to cringe walking up to the place. He did own it now, it shouldn't be an unpleasant thought to see it. At the door, he fished out a key he had also been given and unlocked it, the hinges squealing in protest as he walked into a dark room.

He couldn't see inside at all until he pulled out his phone and commanded the flashlight on. Navigating an initial bending hallway, Erik found himself looking into darkness with hints of forms that could have been chair's lurking in the shadows. He hoped to find a light switch within reach as he turned the light to his left and right, but didn't. Standing there inside a building he owned he felt out of place, like he was trespassing into a dimension that not only did he not know, but that he didn't belong to. The idea loomed over him like an intimidating monster trying to block the doorway. He didn't let it stop him.

His flashlight showed steps leading up and he took them. It opened up to a balcony like walking area with velvet ropes bordering the inside, a flash of outside light giving him a glimpse into a shallow pit area with more seating. He turned on his phone’s flashlight. Chest high counters stretched out to Erik's left and right, with stools marking them for the bars and he rotated the beam of his light back towards the depths and mirrors reflected the beam back at him.

Erik didn't want to be intimidated into leaving but good sense seemed to take root. He didn't know this place and wandering around wasn't going to be helpful. He was just going to have to come back later.

Careful not to touch anything, he went out the way he came and left the building, locking the door behind him.

Walking back to his truck, Erik realized he might have been doing things slightly out of order.

He had inherited some money, and some property in the form of this club. What else? He opened his new black binder and started looking through the documents. A few minutes later he had an address to what he thought was his uncle's home. It wasn't too far away, so he decided to go. Maybe there he could find more on what was going on with his uncle's life before his death.

Chapter 2

Looking at his uncle's former home, a dilapidated farmhouse, Erik started to understand why there was so much money. It didn't seem to be spent on anything, at least not the house or vehicle.

An old poop green house with flaking paint and wood siding slouched with old age. The yard had thinning grass that made him think of a balding man in his seventies. Two stories tall it wore a wrap around porch on three sides and a ramp was held out as if to shake Erik's hand. The whole facade made him think of a tired old man struggling to take each exhausted breath.

Railing wiggled on the ramp when Erik grabbed it and started up. He stopped to look at the gold Chevrolet Astro perched next to the house facing out, like a house cat purring in its master’s lap.There was a sliding door on the driver's side and what looked to be a lift inside of it.

An image of his uncle began to form and it occurred to him that the man must have been wheelchair bound to at least some major extent. He wondered why that was because Erik thought that his uncle had been walking. Then again, he had never really known or heard about him until today. He continued up the ramp to the porch.

Aged plywood that had replaced the original flooring some time ago sagged under Erik's weight. He wondered how that must have felt in a wheelchair. The screen door looked like it had been built in the thirties and it complained when he opened it. The front door matched in appearance with paint chipping off and showing a yellow color under its skin, but it opened without comment.

Inside, the neglect continued into the front living room. Worn floorboards showed their age with sun faded spots in high traffic areas while dust hung in the stale air. No furniture in the living room existed, just a black and white family photo in a wood frame on one wall that looked as old as the house itself.

A doorway to the left led to a hallway and he assumed bedrooms, while a white archway on the right opened up to a tallow colored kitchen where sunlight streamed in. It had flaking laminate counters and peeling linoleum flooring that showed the floorboards underneath. A small table with two chairs huddled against a window. The fridge hummed without warning, making Erik’s heart pound as a ice cold adrenaline dumped into his blood. On impulse Erik went and opened it. Nothing of note besides some cottage cheese resided inside.

Looking around the kitchen after shutting the fridge, Erik tried to find anything that might give hints to him about his uncle. Coming out here hadn’t proved fruitful in the least but something had to be out here. What could he use? What could have important information in it that would give Erik some sort of idea.

Mail. He needed mail. Maybe a bedroom would offer up something.

He went back to the living room then down the hall, finding two bedrooms opposite each other. Peeking into the smaller one on the right, he found it had been turned into a closet where racks of clothes hung. At first glance he could tell they were definitely not his size. They were too small. Erik was a thick bodied man and the narrow shirts would never fit.

The other bedroom’s doorway was directly across from the first. He turned around and peered in.Larger than the living room, it was three times the size of the first bedroom with a freshly made king-size bed resting in the middle. It faced a huge flat-screen TV at its foot, held up by a short, wide chest of drawers. Windows allowed light to stream into the room.

This must have been where David lived, if he stayed here at all. It had the only look of use about it. If anything was anywhere, it was likely to be here. Minutes later after searching every drawer and table, Erik came up empty and he knew he had been wrong.

“Hello?” a woman's voice called while he still stood in the bedroom.

“Yeah.” Erik barked out. He turned and left the room to find a thin young woman in pale blue nurse scrubs standing in the doorway.

“Sorry,” she said, “didn't want to scare anyone. I didn't know David would have visitors.”

“You're fine. He doesn't have a visitor though, I'm his nephew, Erik.” he studied her for a moment. ”Kind of odd that his in home caregiver would still come by.”

She tilted her head and gave him a questioning look. “What do you mean?”

Erik rubbed the back of his neck and looked away, awkward and unsure of how to say it. So, he just said it. “David is dead.”

“Oh,” she said, her body jolting up straight and her mouth puckering around the word. “Oh, wow, that would have been good to know.” She paused a second then asked, “Who are you?”

He explained himself to her and how he basically was handling everything now.

“Okay,” was all she said at first then perked up a bit and offered her hand, “I'm Courtney. I was David's in home nurse.”

He took it, restraining his grip from crushing her hand. “Okay, so maybe you can give some insight then. What was wrong with him? I never knew this guy and suddenly I'm the one who ended up with…” he gestured around him, “well, everything.”

“Sure, I can tell you what was going I suppose, as long as you can prove what your saying.” she said, “otherwise it's a privacy violation and I don't like being in trouble.” a joking smile ghosted her lips, ”It's gets me spankings I don't like.” Courtney's eyes went big as saucers in surprise, as if she didn't intend to say that.

Instead of engaging the moment and taking advantage of her surprise and embarrassment, Erik just let it slide. She hadn't meant to say it. It was nothing to read into. “I'll get the paperwork from the truck.”

When he came back in a moment later, Courtney was sitting at the little table in the kitchen with a cup of coffee. The smell of brewing coffee filled the room, covering the dusty stale air.

“Here,” he said and laid the black binder down. Opening it he showed her the death certificate and the paperwork making him executor of David's estate.

She sipped at her mug then said, “So, David was wheelchair bound because of his back. He was paralyzed from the waist down because of an accident.”

“Okay, that makes sense with the ramp and the van and stuff.” Erik acknowledged.

“He also got a huge settlement from the company after a lawsuit for safety violations, was medically retired and received a pension since they couldn't actually fire him for being injured.”

“Jesus,” Erik exclaimed, “What happened to him?”

Courtney sipped, swallowed and went on, “His boss was driving a lift through a warehouse too fast. Turned a corner and,” she made a tilting motion with her hand then puffed out her cheeks and exhaled in an imitation of an explosion. “He was turned around and couldn't hear, he had ear plugs in, then stepped just right at the last second to not die as it fell and it caught him in the back.”

“Holy shit,” Erik said, leaning back in his chair.

Courtney took another sip and nodded then lowered her cup. “It was a complete freak accident but one of negligence.”

“It sounds like it. So how did you come along?”

“I'm his home health nurse,” she explained, “it sounds fancier than it is. I mostly just helped him shower, and change his sheets. Sometimes I would clean other things but I'm only paid to come for like, four hours a week.”

A thought occurred to Erik. Maybe she would know where David had kept his important paperwork. He decided to ask. “Do you have any idea where he kept important papers?”

She knit her brow in a quizzical look, “Like what?”

“I'm trying to find his accountant information basically. I need to get in touch with that person.”

“Hmm,” she pursed her lips and thought.

She stood up, the chair screeching across the floor for a second, and they went to David's bedroom. He didn't want to say anything while she was thinking so he keeping silent Erik just observed and followed. She knelt and reached under the bed. Erik made an effort not to stare at her arched back and wiggling ass while she fought with something. Averting his eyes while mutterings and profanity emanated from underneath proved difficult as he kept letting his vision glance over her and then away again.

Her scrub top rode up her back, exposing the lower portion of her spine and two thin lines of black lace. Her round ass was pulled taught and Erik found himself appreciating the wide hips he hadn't noticed before. A tattoo also peeked out from under her top, thin sweeping lines reached up her left side, decorating her ribs.

“Nice tattoo,” Erik said. It was meant as a hint to her so that she could pull her shirt down to be more modest, as well as a compliment.

“Thanks, I'll show it to you when I get out, if you want.” she said without a hint of blush in her voice.

“Sure!” he said. He felt awkward again, her ass swaying back and forth at him and not an ounce of modesty in her. He knew he should stop staring, that instead if expecting her to be modest, he should be more respectful, but his eyes kept coming back to her.

Finally she crawled out from under the bed. Scooting back on her hands and knees, Courtney pulled a small black tote out from under the bed.

“Whoa, where did you get that? I checked under the bed and everything.” Erik squatted down to inspect her find.

Courtney sat back on her heels and smiled, a wisp of hair falling into her face. She swept it back up but it came down again. “David wasn't a super intelligent guy but he was a bit paranoid. I thought he might have a trap door under his bed where he hid stuff. I was right.” She beamed at him.

“Wow, good job.” he said. His eyes found hers and she seemed to beam even brighter, her eyes were twin blue stars. Her cheeks were flushed in a blush but he wasn't sure if that was from the effort or something else. He looked back at the tote to try and refocus on his purpose.

The tote popped open with a little force. In it he found files full of paperwork, most of it official looking at first glance. That looming responsibility hovered in his mind. He wished he had a clue as to what he was doing. He'll figure it out, somehow.

He decided to take the whole thing, closing it up. Hopefully he'll locate the accountant’s information and see if they could help him figure out what to do next. Would it be better to get a lawyer and have them sort it all out? Having someone tell him what to do in his own business didn't sound appealing but at least he would have some sort of guidance. He put that idea on the back burner for now, letting it mull over in his subconscious.

Turning back to Courtney he asked, “Can I see your tattoo still?” That seemed a better distraction at the moment. The opportunity to see more of her skin forced hot blood to rush through him and his cock throbbed to life once more.

“Yeah!” she said, her eyes going wide and her smile broadening to open mouthed excitement. Without hesitation she reached over her head, grabbed her top and pulled it off, exposing her cleavage and torso.

The bra she wore was the same black as her thong, with lace covering the cups and the fringes of soft flesh. Erik's eyes traced the embroidery on her breasts without hesitation. “Nice bra,” he said without thinking. Realizing he had been staring directly at her chest he looked down then to the side and coughed. “Sorry, don't mean to stare.”

“Aww,” she said as if he were a child that had done something cute. “It's okay, I don't mind if you look. I didn't pay three grand a piece to hide them.”

“Three grand a piece?” he said looking back at her. His eyes flicked down to her breasts, his cock pushing at his jeans in desire. They didn't look to be fake, or unnatural. He imagined water balloon shaped breasts with nipples sticking out at odd angles whenever he thought of fake tits. These weren't overly large or overstuffed. Courtney's breasts looked natural and he was amazed. His mouth watered, imagining his mouth sucking at them, the scent of her flesh overwhelming him with his nose nuzzled close to her skin and inhaling her scent. He had been staring again, and she had been letting him. He looked back up at her face and spoke while looking her in the eyes, “I would say it was worth the money. They are spectacular.”

“Thank you very much,” she replied with that beaming smile. She looked down with her own blush and immediately he was overcome with just how cute she was.

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest looking at her. Blood pulsed through his ears with each thud of his chest. He wanted her. The desire rose up like a beast rising to fight for its life, hungry and impatient. Ice cold adrenaline leaked into his blood, seizing his spine in a cold grip that made his teeth want to chatter.

He moved to the side and obviously started looking at her tattoo, trying to distract himself. The curling wisps he had seen turned out to be the tail of a tribal bird that rested on her ribs.

“That's really cool, and pretty.” he complimented, calming his chittering jaw. He was surprised at how steady his voice was.

“Thanks. I got it after I beat cancer, but before I got these, ” she said, squeezing her arms together. Her breasts bulged upwards.

“It fits you,” his eyes flickered down at her beautiful flesh, “and they are super awesome.” He let himself stare at them a moment, appreciating the fact that she was letting him.

Thinking that the worst that could happen was rejection, he took a chance and asked, “Can I feel them?”

She laughed, “Do you want to touch them because you've never seen fake tits or just because they are tits?” Her voice sounded teasing and she had a joking smile.

He grinned back at her, “Is both an acceptable answer?”

She laughed again, “I'll take that.” She leaned forward slightly and pressed herself towards him.

With restrained lust and greed, Erik reached out and barely touched the slopes of her breasts with his fingertips. A hand trailed down to cup one but it was awkward to fondle either of her breasts through her bra, so he went back to just feeling at the cleft of her cleavage. With growing boldness he probed at the deep edges where bra and skin met, pressing forward until he had pressed his palms to her.

She exhaled a small breath while he touched her. Tiny moans came from her as he massaged gingerly, trying to be respectful but also push his boundaries gently. She could retract herself at any moment and he didn't want to give her a reason to. She seemed to be enjoying it more than he had anticipated.

Moments of him fondling and caressing her passed without a word but she swooned towards him. If he started to retract at all, she would press back into his hands. Courtney even moved to place a whole breast in his hand when he slipped his hand down to cup it, pressing it firmly into his grip. He squeezed and her mouth opened in an obvious breath of pleasure.

Courtney opened her eyes. “If you promise to keep that up, I'll take my bra off.” Her smile was devious with a wicked twinkle in her eye.

Erik resisted the urge to hold up a hand and say, “Scout's honor. ” Instead he did earnestly say, “I can do that,” trying to withhold all of his excitement.

She reached up behind her and in a single motion, released her bra. He felt it go slack on her chest but did nothing. To yank it off for her seemed poor etiquette, so he withdrew his hand and waited, trying to be patient.

Slipping the straps down her arms, her beautiful round breasts revealed themselves to Erik. Her nipples didn't point outwards from her body as he had thought fake breasts normally did. They also weren't stuffed and taught, like overfilled water balloons. They laid on her chest holding perfect form, the skin a pale color. Her skin was a healthy light peach color, with the lightest dusting of freckles across the gap between her breasts. Her nipples were hard against the air and her areola were the size of half dollar coins, a maroon color that Erik found wonderful.

His cock surged multiple times against his jeans, straining for release. Tension was building in his testicles, yearning for release. His lips fought to form a suckling shape and he could almost imagine the curve of them against his tongue. He wanted her. He wanted all of her, if only to lay claim to that wonderful playground.

“Hello?” she asked.

“What?” he came back to reality with a jolt.

“I asked if you were going to touch them. If not, I'll put them up.” She said with a jovial haughtiness. She must to know he didn't want that.

“Yeah!” he said and without hesitation pushed his hands up to them. He averted his grip from a shape reminiscent of milking, and articulated his hands to a cupping shape. With bare pressure he began to massage them. He pushed upwards and closed his hands around her flesh, then drug his fingers down the skin. With two fingers he lightly teased one nipple and listened to her gasp. It was a barely audible sound, a slight intake of breath of pleasure, then she moaned as he cupped her again.

For minutes he played with them, basking in the wonderful bliss of breasts and excitement. He soaked it in like a starving man at his first meal.

He was being given the opportunity to touch and play with her body. She wanted him to touch and play with her, enjoying it even. The adrenaline renewed its grip with a cold lashing at his spine and he felt the surge of energy dump into him and pour out, all the way to his fingertips. He fought himself, trying not to shake. He also fought against the urge of grabbing her up and taking her entire body right then.

With a shuffling motion she scooted on her knees closer to him and locked his eyes with hers. Her knees were touching his and being that much closer to her made the struggle worse. Lithe fingers with long nails rubbed at his thigh, the nails dragging like claws. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling and a shiver went up Erik's back.

She was playing with him, but he didn't stop her. Her eyes held the smokey look of a woman who saw something she wanted, a cougar after a rabbit. He was no rabbit to be caught and eaten. Using her claws, she sank the sharp edges of her nails into each thigh and drug them down. Each nail seared a line of pain mixed with pleasure that he could feel like a brand.

A quiet, moaning growl rumbled out of Erik's throat. He stared at her, intensity burning in his chest like a forge to smelt iron. The icy grip of adrenaline didn't register with him anymore, but the electric charge in his whole body built up from all of the energy stored, ready to be unleashed.

Without a further sound, Erik leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her body to his. Her mouth found his and they were kissing, their lips pressed hard to each other's teeth. Her bare breasts pressed against his chest and his hands flowed down her back to grab her by the ass. She pushed herself up onto his lap, her luscious thighs straddling his legs. She began grinding on him,pressing her whole weight it seemed onto his hips and his surging cock.

Planting one hand on the ground and holding her to his body with the other, Erik got his legs under him and stood up. She clung to him, held by her own grip and his on her ass. Her mouth moved from his to sucking and biting at his neck, her teeth pressed into his muscles.

Taking a split second to think, Erik made the decision to use the bed at hand. He laid them both down on it, intent on having his way. He felt her fingertips at the hem of his shirt, pulling at it. He stopped fighting a moment letting her pull it over his torso and toss it on the floor. Pouncing up at him, she seized his belt in her hands and took his breath when her mouth found his again.

He pressed back into her kiss and heard her moan against him. He became a lustful animal, searching for the drawstring of her scrub pants.

She finally got his belt and pants undone. Trying to shove them down wasn't working so Erik stood up to give her a chance to finish undressing him.

Courtney swung her legs over the side of the bed, grabbed one of his hips in one hand and the base of his cock in the other. It looked immense in her grip. Without hesitation she steered it to her mouth.

Erik couldn't stop the moan from escaping him as her lips made soft contact with his crown. His hands flexed while her tongue languished over the head of it. She only took the head of it in at first, her own pleasant sounds matching his. It was a wonderful experience but at the same time frustrating. He fought the urge to grab the back of her head and push.

With a small pop, his cock came out of her mouth. She looked up at him at the same time he looked down at her. A devious one sided smile crossed her face and with precise movements, pulled his cock back to her lips. Never breaking eye contact, she rested it on her bottom lip, eyes bright as stars, and she began stroking his shaft from. Base to crown, slowly.

The frustrating urge to grab her welled up in him again. He closed his eyes and fought it but then her tongue laced out and began gently flicking the bottom of him. He felt his hips buck towards her, urging her to take more but she didn't.

Erik's fists clenched, his nails biting into his palms and a sound rumbled out of his throat like an angry purr. His eyes closed, fighting back desperately. Her top teeth touched his tip, teasing even more and he felt himself break.

His eyes snapped open. Enraged and driven mad with lust Erik's hands grabbed the back of Courtney's head, his fingers snaking into her hair, and pushed. She smiled that devious smile of hers and took him in without protest or resistance. Her hands even dropped to rest on his thighs while he plowed into the back of her mouth, stopping at her throat with length left to spare. Before he could pull back, she pulled against him and he felt her throat part around the tip of his throbbing sword of flesh. A struggled moment later her lips met his hilt and stopped. She moaned and a vibration emanated from her into his cock, to his spine then all the way up his back.

She held him there for a long moment, humming and moaning, until his engorged cock throbbed inside of her throat. With a gagging sound she pushed him and he pulled out of her mouth. Drool strung between the tip of him and her smiling face while he let her breathe. A few short breaths later and she moved towards him. Erik didn't hesitate and found himself fucking her mouth, both hands on the back of her head while his hips thrust into her.

Each thrust sent a tickling pulsation of pleasure throughout his body. He allowed himself the euphoria of taking full advantage of her mouth. She didn't seem to mind and even found her pulling on him to continue. Her enjoyment of his cock in her mouth only urged him on. Erik pushed his cock into her with abandon, full of elated pleasure as her lips and tongue stroked his cock.

He pulled back out and paused. Drool dropped down in a heavy string to curl itself on her breasts. She was still smiling up at him and he smiled back, greed for more of her filling him.

“Fuck me,” she said as if to command him. He took her to mean it literally. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, Erik pulled her up to a standing position. She bared her teeth in a gritting smile against the pain but didn't resist. He turned her around and pushed. She bent at the waist and arched her back to expose her pussy.

Erik kept his hand in her hair while he stood behind her. “Guide me in,” he ordered in a rough voice. It was deeper and sounded as if drawn over gravel.

Courtney's hand snaked between her legs and grabbed his shaft in a gentle grip. She adjusted her hips to accommodate the height difference between them and lifted the tip of him to her lips. Wetness soaked her and he could feel the heat of her desire on his crown.

Taking his time so as not to hurt her or himself, Erik pressed into her. Her own cum slicked her insides, giving no resistance while he sheathed himself with her. He felt a little bump against the tip of him and Courtney's hips began undulating in small waves, rubbing herself against the point of his cock. Her head drooped and her hair slid out of his fingers.

Erik pressed his hips forward, pushing against her while she writhed on him. He didn't want to be lazy but she seemed to be having a wonderful time grinding on him.

He laid his hands on her hips and squeezed, each of his fingers sinking into her flesh. He felt her insides squeeze his cock and she collapsed with a moan, resting on one elbow. Her back stayed arched and wriggling on him. It felt amazing to have his cock buried inside of her and she was sexy prostrated in front of him.

With the tiniest of movement he pulled back a little then drove into her, more a rocking motion than a thrust. He tapped on the button of her cervix and felt more than heard the slap of his scrotum on her clit. She sucked in breath as if clinging to life and her pussy cinched around his cock, binding on him.

He did it again, the impact a little louder. Her head snapped up and he could see the fingers in one hand curl. One more pull and thrust, this time pressing longer and more firmly inside of her depths, rolling her hips forward the until back against him.

She whispered in fast breaths, over and over, “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.”

Erik paused. He waited for her body to subside, and settle down. She was having none of it. Courtney began squirming against him, pushing back and grinding and fucking herself on him.

He didn't want it to be that way but he figured it was time to release himself. When she rocked forward, Erik pushed, keeping himself inside of her and increasing the arch of her hips and back. His right hand reached out and tangled itself in her hair while the left planted itself high on her back, supporting him. With his weight off of his legs, Erik began driving his cock into her.

There was no hesitation. One moment he had been firm but slow, feeling her out. The next he was a jackhammer, slamming into her repeatedly. The tip of him rammed the bottom her insides with his engorged length time and time again. A storm built up inside of him, howling encouragement at him to pound his body into hers. She rebounded after each off of the bed after each collision. His breathing was like a violent wind over rocks with the exertion.

She cried out but not in pain. Her voice climbed into a crescendo, the words, “Oh my God! Fuck, fuck yes, fuck, oh my God,” repeating over and over in varying orders.

She screamed without warning then gritted her teeth and groaned through them. Her pussy became a vise and a fountain of cum spewed around his thrusting member. He could feel the heat against his balls and down his legs but he didn't slow or stop.

Panting only a moment, Courtney's body eased slightly and Erik slowed to a canter, their flesh slapping but not longer hinting at consensual violence. The grip she had on him was still tight and his hips made a slapping sound but his breathing was not a hoarse sound.

Erik tilted his hips up and leaned back, dragging and pushing the tip of him along the roof of her. He imagined being able to feel her spine through her pussy but he didn't actually know if he touched that deeply. She squeezed her eyes shut and he saw her fingers curl on themselves in a tight fist. A moan shuddered through her and he felt more of her cum spread out along his testicles. He doubted it was a full orgasm more likely an aftershock.

Leaning back up and beginning the gallop again, Erik set himself upon her. The storm of unbridled passion embraced him, rampaging around and through him. His mind was lost to time as he focused on plunging and driving into the body beneath him. Erik had only a mind for the squeals and grunts and screams that that came with the exultation of her orgasms. He basked in the feeling of accomplishment and pleasure with each one that seemed to roll over her body. They were a melding of pleasure and furious effort. The hurricane ebbed and flowed around them, slowing at points after immense gales of force then unleashing itself in a crackling roar a moment later.

With a surge within himself, Erik felt his own orgasm well up inside of him, a seedling defiant amid the wind. Sweat soaked both of their bodies and he was sure cum stained the bed and floor, mixing with the sweat. It budded up, pushing against his control and then began to blossom within the tempest. He enjoyed the furious storm and the battle over control of his body, trying to resist the burst of pleasure. Finally, trying not to sigh, he acquiesced.

“I'm going to cum,” he breathed between strangled breaths. He felt his back tighten and his whole body felt like it would bear down at once.

In a split second Courtney pulled forward off of him, then turned and slid down her back to kneel on the floor. She found his cock with her mouth and his backside with her hands, pulling him into her.

His orgasm had abated for that split second with her movements but the budding flower of euphoria became a raging, exploding monster when her lips and tongue touched him.

Erik wasn't sure if he screamed out loud or just in his head. Every muscle fiber in him tightened and squeezed as the pleasurable eruption spewed out of the end of his cock. Courtney worked her mouth on him, and he fought against the urge to grab her head and pummel her throat with animalistic ferocity. She sucked and stroked as his body endured waves of intensity he had only felt in rare moments of passion. It seemed his pulsation would never end as he continued to cum, but he felt her moaning in pleasure with him in her mouth and occasionally her throat when she pushed down as far as she could.

Once he was fully under his own control, he did take her in his hands and use her mouth to milk his seed out of himself. She looked up at him, her lips encircling his shaft as it moved in and out, a glinting smile ghosted her eyes and mouth despite being full. He felt one more large pulsation from his spine to his loins and watched as Courtney smiled while accepting the white hot drops of him on her tongue. Closing her eyes, she moaned on him and massaged his rod with her tongue.

She stayed their smiling and sucking without a care or question. He continued to stroke in and out of her merely because she didn't seem to want him to stop, until finally he pulled a wet and flaccid penis out of her mouth.

Chapter 3

Erik wondered how busy tonight was going to be. He wondered what he should say and who he should say it too. How would the employees take it? Would they accept him? Worry crept into his chest while he sat in his truck staring at his club.

His club. The sense of ownership settled on him and with it a sense of burden as well as pride. He wanted to celebrate but he also knew he had to keep a cool head. Perhaps he should observe how a night in Wild Card went. It was always best to observe and it seemed a good idea to do just that.

The evening had begun but the setting sun still burned in the sky. The beginnings of purple and orange clouds hinted a beautiful sunset he was likely to miss while being inside. At least there would be naked women inside right?

Three other cars were parked in the parking lot. They had been here when he got here which was surprisingly good. Someone else was here and he could possibly talk to them, learn something of the place.

He got out and walked to the door. It was still shut as before, so it was possible they weren't open yet. He hadn't been able to find the hours of operation yet, so he guessed those inside wouldn't throw him out. It was a safe bet he was willing to take at least.

When Erik opened the door this time, low white light met him instead of pitch black. When the door shut behind him he found himself looking at a podium with no one behind it. He hadn't noticed that before and it stood as if to bar his way, or at least be some kind of check point. Erik guessed this was where the cover charges were collected.

An idea bubbled into his head about how to do cover charges that might boost business a little. A short thin fellow with a thick mustache and fading hairline came over from the left. “Uh sir? Hey, we aren't officially open yet.” He took up behind the podium and leaned on it. His head rolled to one side suddenly then back. His eyes fought to focus on Erik while his skull rolled about randomly. It put Erik immediately at unease but not for his sake, he imagined his customers seeing this guy first thing and wondered how that impacted business.

“No problem, I'm sorry. What time do you open?” Erik asked.

The guy looked around, hesitant to answer, “Uh, in like thirty minutes I think,” his eyes found what they were looking for, “Oh shit nevermind we are open. I'm just really far behind.” he scrambled off in a rush, forgetting Erik's existence.

Confused, Erik waited a couple of minutes, watching to see if the guy came back. He listened for noises but heard nothing then he ran around the bars, shuffling things around like a madman in a fit. Erik shook his head. This was not gonna do. The guy disappeared into the back and reappeared with a bucket of ice a few seconds later.

“Hey, uh, buddy?” Erik called to him, “mind if I just grab a seat?”

Looking up from pouring ice into something behind the bar, the only staff member that could be found said with little confidence, “Uh, yeah I guess that's okay, but i won't be ready to get you anything for a little while.”

Erik started towards a seat in the lower area near the stage, “That's okay, I don't plan to drink for awhile.”

The twitchy guy didn't say anything back. He zipped in and out if the bar for the next hour, preparing various things. No other patrons had came in, but what appeared to be a couple of dancers appeared and made a line to the back. Erik just watched in the mirror, between playing on his phone.

Having the internet at his disposal made it easy for him to attempt to look things up. Using a search engine he tried to find out ways and techniques on how to run a strip club, or any sexually oriented businesses. He also tried to find things on how to run a successful bar and how to manage it. He didn't find much more than a few common sense tips.

His thoughts and ideas felt disorganized in his head. It seemed like a lot of this knowledge was in various clouds, some of it was within reach and some of it wasn't. Erik realized he was probably overthinking the whole ordeal. There was money in the bank, and the establishment was standing. Obviously it was profitable somehow, but he wasn't sure exactly how. No one was here. He checked the time on his phone. It was only six. Parties didn't start until much later, right? Partying wasn't something he did, so when people went out wasn't something he was aware of.

The twitchy guy called over from the bar, “Can I get you anything to drink?”

Erik looked up, surprised to hear the man's voice. “How about a soda? Whatever dark cola you have is fine.”

Erik heard the man pouring ice in a glass and a moment later, a drink fuzzed on the table in front of him. “How much?” Erik asked, “and what's your name?”

“Don't worry about it, on the house. Bob,” the twitchy man answered with his head tilting forward and several eye blinks.

“When do girls start coming on?” Erik asked, gesturing to the stage.

“Normally when we have a few people they will start performing, but if you want I can send someone out. I tried calling someone in early since you were here, but they haven't showed yet. She might still come though.”

“Yeah, if there is a girl who would like to do a dance for me I'm willing to pay.” Erik said.

Bob’s head rolled to the side and he fought to bring it center, “Okay I'll let ‘em know.” Bob scampered off without hesitation.

Bob seemed calmer now that he had his affairs in order and despite how off putting he could be, Erik thought he was likeable enough. Maybe he could stay but a new doorman was definitely in order. His own morality couldn't justify firing a guy because of whatever was wrong with him, but there was no way that he should be the first face for customers to see.

Erik continued to look around for a few minutes until motion brought his focus to a girl in a bright lime green string bikini walking out of a doorway to the side of the stage.

Curly dark red hair framed blue eyes and pale skin. The girl smiled while walking towards him with lilting hips accentuated by the tall clear platform heels. She displayed her teeth, showing a gap in the front two incisors. Her eyes tilted down near the center of her face and her nose was slim, giving her a pointed look. Small breasts and narrow hips didn't help the sharpness of her features but she was attractive with dark blue eyeshadow. When she got close he could see her foundation covered imperfections in her skin. Erik felt overall she was attractive and her smile appeared genuine. “Heeeyy,” she said in a southern bell sort of way.

Erik stood to shake her hand, he felt it only proper to do so despite the circumstances of their meeting. She didn't offer her hand though, instead she closed in on him with a quick hug.

“Look at you trying to be a gentleman. Bless your heart.” She kept a hand on him and the toothy smile stayed. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “you know this is a strip club right? We ain't used to gentlemen here.”

Erik laughed and immediately felt comfortable. She was extremely likeable. “I don't figure you do, but doesn't mean you shouldn't. Just because you're clothes are off doesn't mean you shouldn't get respect. Would you like to sit down?”

Her eyes grew wide, “Yes please, thank you.” She grabbed a chair and rolled it under her, and together they sat. She moved it close enough their knees touched. When she was done, she sat up straight and offered to shake his hand, “I'm Trixie.”

Erik returned the handshake, “I'm Erik, Trixie.”

“Nice to meet you, what brings you in tonight? You're a bit early don't you think?”

Erik shrugged, “I like being the early bird.” He felt himself fumbling for where to put his hands, hanging them outside the chair then putting them back in his lap, but not too close to her knees. He didn't want to be rude and just reach over and lay them on her bare skin.

She didn't seem to have an compunctions about the matter. She took his hands in hers and put them low on her thighs. He felt himself stir in his pants again.

She smiled, “I promise, I don't bite unless asked too.” Her wink was flirtier than expected. “You're pretty cute, are you sure you ain't a cop, sent in here to come and charm us so we'll reveal all our dirty secrets?” her eyes turned sly and suspicious but it was an obvious performance.

“Do you have dirty secrets Trixie?” Erik asked in return with his own sly smile.

She laughed, a rolling sound from her throat, “You known I do!” she patted his arm, high on his bicep. He mentally abraded himself for not going to the gym. This seemed slightly more important, but he would have to make up for it tomorrow he decided. He took a drink of his soda.

He could also see how he was being seduced. She was helping him enjoy his time, but any minute now he expected her to ask him for a lap dance. His glass found his lips and fuzzy sweetness coursed under his pallet.

Erik wasn't familiar with the interplay of patron and stripper, but he understood sales. Experience in customer service gave him the ability to see a sales pitch coming.

“You're good at this Trixie,” he complimented.

“At what?” she asked, continuing her coy smile.

“This. You've made me feel pretty comfortable.”

“Awe you're just saying that,” she said, pushing on his arm gently, feigning a blush. No red entered her cheeks but she smiled and blinked her lashes at him anyway. “You're really cute and that makes it easy.”

“I imagine it is nice to have someone who has showered in the last week come in.”

As if on cue, Erik heard the door open behind him. Glancing up into the mirror on the stage, an obese man lumbered in on wobbly legs. Greasy and thinning hair was pulled back in a sloppy ponytail at the back of his head and a grin hovered above multiple chins. Erik was astounded at the fact the man could walk at all.

Bob dashed over to talk to the man. Erik turned back around to see a look of utter disgust on Trixie. She made a sound and shook her head.

“Case in point,” Erik said.

Trixie met Erik's eyes, her mouth turned down still, “You have no idea.”

“Guys like him must be what keep this place afloat,” Erik mused out loud. He was hoping to figure out the secrets of his new club without directly asking.

“You know, he is one of the worst ones that come in regularly. He's a nice enough guy but there's no amount of money that could make me do more than dance for him.”

“He's a regular?” Erik asked.

“Yeah,” Trixie said, “there are a bunch of ‘em that come in pretty regularly. That guy is only about once a month but he always spends five hundred bucks or more, so a desperate girl can make a decent night out of just him.”

Erik chuckled a little, “I would think she would have to be pretty desperate.”

“Yeah, but they're here. That's why guys like him come here.”

“What brings you here Trixie? You are definitely pretty and have a rockin’ body, and this place looks like a dive compared to where you should be at.”

She winked at him. “Do you know where I think I should be at?” she asked, dodging the question.

Erik took on a smug knowing grin, “Where?”

That coy smile came back and she said, “In the back, on top of you,” her eyebrows went up then came back down in an obvious hinting way.

“Hmmm,” Erik said, pursing his lips and making a show of thinking. She had made her play for a dance and he felt like it was a slick way of doing it. She had complimented him, talked to him, and then suggested a dance in a lucrative way. She was good and would likely be worth keeping around. “Sure, let's do it.”

“Yay!” she exclaimed. Excited as she was, it was still a muted sound so it didn't carry in the empty club. “I'll get Bob to turn on the music for us.”

She stood and Erik did a second later. Taking his hand and giving him a smile before turning, Trixie went towards the bar where Bob's head could be seen as he bent over, doing something. She pulled Erik's arm around her stomach, bringing his body up close being hers. “Erik here wants a dance, do you mind turning on my playlist?”

Bob stood up, listened a moment then nodded in a swift motion. “Sure just a second.”

“Thanks Bobby,” she said and without waiting, led Erik to a corner of the room.

A metal spiral staircase loomed in the shadows that he hadn't seen before. They began climbing, Trixie still held his hand to her body, but had let it slip to her hips. The cheeks of her ass rippled with each step she took and he wasn't sure if she was going slow just for his benefit or not, but he didn't bother hiding the fact that he was staring. Looking up at one point, he caught her looking over her shoulder at him. She giggled.

“Like what you see?” she asked.

“I do,” he confirmed.

Trixie paused at the top of the stairs and gave her hips a bounce. Erik enjoyed the show.

Erik's view opened up as he finished climbing the stairs and found an open lounge area. Broke down couches circled the room, dimly lit with black lights. The middle of the space was open and covered with thin carpet that offered no padding. There was also no privacy. He didn't mind that right now but wondered to himself if that wasn't something that could be changed or improved on.

“Are there any private rooms available? This is really open.” Erik asked.

Trixie stopped and turned around. She pulled him close, their bodies pressing together,her lips curling up at the edges. She pitched her voice low and seductive, “Are you looking for some vip treatment Erik?” she asked.

He grinned back at her. “Well, kind of. Depends on what it is.”

Erik wasn't looking for sex. He had already had two unexpected events today, and a business dropped in his lap. While his cock immediately jumped at the idea of more attention, he wasn't wanting to get laid specifically. Erik just wanted to fully explore his club and partake in what it had to offer.

Trixie was a treasure, but she seemed to be the cream of the crop. No, that was a wrong assumption, she may very well be the bottom of the barrel, he had only seen one dancer so far. He realized then that the only way to see everything was to talk to all of them.

“For you, I'll give you the early bird special,” Trixie winked at him, “for three hundred I'll take you to the vip room,” she leaned into his ear and whispered, ”and you can have anything you want.”

Erik hesitated, schooling his face to stillness, trying to hide his emotion. He was stunned, but not overwhelmed. He hadn't expected her to just offer herself up like that. He couldn't deny it though, he was intrigued. She was watching him for his reaction, her face also frozen, waiting.

What the hell was wrong with him? He was considering taking her up on her offer, but he had divulged himself twice today, and thoroughly.

“For how long?” he asked, hoping to distract her. He gave her what he hoped was a winning smile.

She gave him a melting smile back, “How long would you like sweetie?” she asked. Her hand reached down and rubbed his cock through his pants. It was hard but bunched up the wrong way in his jeans so it made it uncomfortable.

“Three hundred should be like three hours.”

She frowned at his reply, “I think I could wear you out in less than that.”

Erik laughed to himself, thinking about the other two girls he had already been inside today. He wasn't entirely sure she was wrong, but if his cock still wanted attention, part of himself didn't want to deny it.

He prepared to say something but he stopped, frowning. A voice came from deep in his mind that pressed upon him something. Sleeping with your employees, under any circumstances, is bad business.

“What's wrong baby?” she asked, seeing the change come over him.

Erik looked to the side, then led her to a couch. They sat, Erik pulling her down. Trixie’s confusion was all over her face with her eyebrows scrunched up in the middle and her mouth in an oh shape, half prepared to speak.

He said, “You know, I don't think that's a good idea.”

“What's wrong?” concern dotted her face. It grew into worry and she looked to the side and he watched her start to panic, “you're a cop aren't you?”

“I'm not a cop, I promise. I'm the new owner.” Erik said in a rush.

She snapped back to face him and slid backwards on the couch a little, “What? Huh?” Her hand went up, palms up at her sides, “What the fuck happened to David?”

Erik wasn't sure how she was going to take the news. He had no idea how his relationship with any of the girls, or other employees, stood. Erik decided to just lay it all out. “David died and left me, well,” he gestured around them, “pretty much everything.”

“Oh fuck,” she said. Her face tilted down and her posture changed, taking the news in. Panic creeper back into her face, “What are you going to do?”

“I'm trying to decide honestly.” Suddenly he felt the need to just talk it all out with her. She wasn't the most ideal person to share with, he didn't know her at all and she had just tried to prostitute herself to him, but he realized in that moment that he couldn't make this decision on his own. “I'm trying to figure out if this place will make enough money to support me as a legitimate businesses or if I should close up shop and cut losses.”

Trixie’s eyes grew round in her face, showing her panic. The black light made the whites of her eyes an erie purple, “Oh fuck.”

“I want to keep this place open if I can. I mean, I'm a guy, it would be awesome to have naked ladies walk around me all day long, but this….” Erik flicked his hand around the room then gestured to the downstairs, “does not look real good.”

Trixie continued to sit silent and panic. He assumed she was trying not to panic. Suddenly her eyes narrowed, “Wait. Are you trying to scam me or something? How do I know you're telling the truth?”

Erik laughed. “I guess it all does sound kind of outrageous. I've got his death certificate in the truck, and his will, and I think the deed to this place as well.”

She narrowed her eyes looking for a hint that he was lying, but Erik knew she wouldn't find one. “Okay so if you're the owner, why are you here? Why didn't you tell me first?”

“I was trying to scope out the place. I still want to do that, but I wasn't about to pay you for sex and then surprise I'm your new boss, that felt a little shitty to do.”

Her eyes softened when she laughed. “Yeah that would be weird.”

“Don't get me wrong. If i wasn't your employer, I would totally have taken you up on your offer,” he gestured to her, “you're pretty fucking sexy.”

Trixie struck a sitting pose by turning her shoulders and putting her chin on one, her eyelids fluttering, “Your flattery is appreciated boss.”

He chuckled. “Do you want this place to stay open?”

“Me? Definitely.” Her reply was quick.

“Why? Other than it's a job. You could get naked anywhere.”

“Not everywhere is as,” she paused a moment, “private as this place can be.” Erik raised an eyebrow in question. “Let me show you.”

Trixie stood and pulled on one of Erik's hands. He stood and she led him to another room across from the stairs. A plywood wall and fashioned doors met him. Five doors in total waited, all of them open. It was evident that the doors were made from the same sheet of plywood because the grain patterns matched up with each one. It looked homemade.

“This is the VIP area. Customers can know about this, but officially it doesn't exist.”

“This is where we would have…” he trailed off.

Trixie nodded. “Yeah. I've worked in most of the clubs in town and none have this. I don't know if this is technically illegal, but what goes on in these rooms probably is.”

So his strip club was actually a whore house. Great. He sighed, and thought, Fuck. “How many of the girls actually do what you do?”

She looked at him like he was dumb, “I've only known a few strippers who wouldn't also fuck for money. The few that don't, don't last or don't stay.”

“Wow,” Erik felt naive, “like for real?”

“There's too much money in it. For an hour's work I can make hundreds of dollars. Let a couple of guys like you have a ride and I've made more money in a month that some guy busting his ass forty hours a week. In a week I can pay all of my bills for six months. If the week is good.”

Erik had never paid for sex. Had never even looked into it or what that was like, but obviously there was a market for it. Too bad it was illegal.

He walked into a room, over to the couch inside, and sat down. Running a hand over the leather, he wondered when the last time it was cleaned.

“What are the sanitary conditions like?” He asked.

“BYOW, bring your own wipes, ” she answered from the door. She was quite sexy leaning against it, her legs long and bare. Asking for a blow job now though would definitely be inappropriate.

Thinking about the implications of what she said made Erik jump up. He had no idea when it had been cleaned or who had been in it. The fat guy from downstairs had likely taken up a place right there at one time and that made Erik cringe inwardly.

Knowing that he ran a front business for prostitution made him want to shudder as well. But what she said about all strippers doing it made him realize that all clubs were likely all that way.

What the fuck was he going to do? He needed that accountant and definitely to talk to a lawyer. It would probably be best to shut the place down so he can get away from it cleanly. Could he start it over elsewhere?

Erik walked out of the tiny room, chewing his lower lip and thinking. He turned to see Trixie watching him and he stopped. She looked about to say something. She didn't though and he wondered what she thought. He continued going into the lap dance room then down the stairs. He didn't know if Trixie followed.

He took a seat in front of the stage. Music now pulsed through the club, a heavy bass beat background for a rapper that mumbled his way through the song. Erik was familiar with the song, but didn't like it so he went back to ignoring it. Another dancer was in the room and one other customer sat next to her at the bar. The big guy that came in before had a pizza in front of him and he sat to one side. He dismissed them all and went back to his thoughts.

If there was prostitution, there likely was some form of trafficking. Drugs, guns, girls, it could all possibly come through these doors. But how; more importantly, who did it? Who brought them in? He hadn't known David but something told Erik that a dude stuck in a wheelchair didn't create indentured servants out of desperate girls.

Trixie took a seat across from him. She looked worried and a little afraid. She had changed and now wore cut off jeans and a plaid shirt of red white and blue colors. She didn't say anything, but did look at him.

Erik leaned forward and kept his voice low, “How are girls recruited?”

“They normally just come in off of the street. We don't get new girls very often, David never turned a girl away either. Most don't last long, some that have real potential move on to bigger clubs to make more money but dangerous people are in those places.” she said. She crossed her legs in front of him.

“So no one brings girls in and forces them to dance or something?” Erik asked her. He hoped desperately that no one did.

Trixie shook her head. “I know what you're getting at. No, that doesn't happen here. There are places in town where it does, but David was a good guy who didn't let that happen.” She cocked her head to one side and looked to the corner of her eye, thinking hard about something.

Erik was intrigued and curious, “What?”

“A couple of weeks ago a black, thuggish looking guy came in with a small, Asian looking girl and tried to get David to put her on the floor. They got into a yelling match, but he left with his girl.”

“That's weird. I wonder why.” Erik said out loud, trying to think of why that would happen.

“So, at other places some guys will manipulate women into this kind of lifestyle and then take all of their money at the end of the night.” Trixie said, trying to find answers with him.

“Ah, like a pimp.” Erik said, the epiphany apparent on his mind.

“Exactly,” Trixie said, pointing a finger at him then dropping it.

A hand ran along Erik's shoulders and another dancer in a black bikini came around from behind Erik. “What are you two kids talking about over here?” Her voice was lower and silky. She was tall, taller than Erik by several inches, and lean. Muscles hid beneath taught skin as she stood near Erik's right shoulder. Her hips were at eye level and he looked her up and down.

Trixie jumped in, “Oh typical guy stuff, how he liked our dance together and how cute he is.” Trixie winked at him.

“Well I'm Pearl and I hope you'll have a dance with me then,” she said. She seemed to be wafting her pussy at him by swinging her hips back and forth.

He cranked his neck to see her face and saw age there. She was mid to upper thirties with dark, tanned skin and wrinkles gaining a foothold around her eyes and mouth. She must be a smoker he thought.

The idea of her smoke scented body rolling on him repulsed Erik. He didn't care that people smoked but he hated the idea of smelling like it.

“We'll see,” Erik said, “Trixie is taking good care of me so far.”

“Aww that's pretty cute of her.” She leaned down low to his ear, bending herself in half almost, and whispered in his ear, “I'll take you for a spin you'll never forget.”

Pulling back she looked into his eyes with a predator's gaze and the urge to run came over him. “I'm okay for now, but thanks Pearl.”

She straightened, “If you change your mind you'll find me,” and walked away.

Erik found Trixie giving her a dirty look. “What's wrong?”

“She's a snake.” A small smile appeared on her lips suddenly, “but I hope she has fun with Charlie.”

“Charlie?”

“The huge big spending regular. She has to talk to him now and she'll likely have to take care of him all night.”

Erik looked over his shoulder at Pearl and watched as she struck up a conversation with the man while he held another slice of pizza. Erik shook his head, making a disgusted sound. He almost felt bad for her, but this was the business she was in. He wondered if there was a different way to do do things.

“Tell me about Bob.” Erik said to change the subject.

“He's a good guy. Weird looking but pretty normal. Gay too, which is kind of funny.”

“Huh, that is odd,” Erik mused.

“Yeah we've all offered him lap dances, but now it's just a running joke. When Bob gets a dance we're all doomed and stuff like that.”

“Is Bob the only bartender?” Erik looked over his other shoulder at the man as he served a customer, that Eric hadn't noticed before, a drink.

“Yeah and he's good too but he needs a helper. Someone that can get beers and fill ice and stuff.”

Erik nodded, thinking to himself. This place needs a plan and help. Changing it too much too fast could be a bad thing… but then again, a grand reopening after a thorough overhaul could be a good thing as well.

He glanced up and found Trixie staring at him. Intensity and concern burned in her eyes. He figured she was probably worried about what was going to happen and saw the burden of it all on his mind. He hoped that's why she was staring at least.

Erik pulled out his phone to check the time and saw it was 6:23 pm. It was going to be a long night of observations.