10

It didn’t surprise Isis that Gage suggested a strip club on her first night out with the Justice crew. She just went along with it to avoid any further conflict. The egomaniac would have to make a statement, being an overbearing control freak. She would just try to go with the flow as best she could. After talking back to him, she almost expected it now.

She quickly figured out how controlling he was once they made it to the club. They ended up in the VIP room with champagne flowing and girls fawning over the wealthy men. Isis just rolled her eyes at the ridiculousness of it all.

A girl stood on a platform while dancing for the men, several more groping and pawning at them. Isis tried to not look at the semi-nude woman grinding and gyrating to the music. With hands folded in front of her, Isis stood awkwardly in the corner. Sounds of men’s catcalls came from whatever spectacle was happening on the performance mainstage in the next room.

Other wealthy men in VIP looked at Isis like she was a snack. Luckily for her, they didn’t dare approach because of her being with a group of large, intimidating men. Gage purposefully entered with her by his side to show she was with him. He had no intention of some random man touching her, even if she annoyed him to the core. He might act like a jerk, but deep down he wasn’t the womanizing man he was pretending to be.

Across the VIP room, a drunken man was pulling a stripper into the champagne room to receive a lap dance. Isis just cringed at the sight. This was not her scene. She liked art galleries and spending time with nature. Not spending time shoving dollar bills in strippers’ G-strings. She had no problem with their career of choice, but for a shy Tennessee girl, it was no place for her.

Gage sat watching Isis while two women entertained him. His eyes roamed over her compact frame, resting on her firm breasts that peeked out of her tight wiggle dress. She had a small dancer body, but voluptuous, with nice curves. Her long, slender legs leading up to a round, firm backside made his mind wonder what was lurking under her tight dress. His interest quickly fell on admiring Isis rather than the half-naked women who were surrounding him.

Occasionally, she would find herself glancing in his direction. He could see her repulsed expression under the dim black lights of the private VIP room.

He would catch her wafting away the stench of cigars and body sweat that filled the place. He also notices a bit of fear and anxiety radiating from her. Just where he wanted her. To mold her to his liking, he had to break her first. It was not always his way, but with Isis, it was working.

She looked over, pouting her lip that broke into a small quiver. Gage could see she was trembling. Her big, sad blue eyes focused on the women surrounding him.

He had her right where he wanted her. One lady on his lap and the other beside him; Gage rubbed his hands over their bodies. His guiding hands worked to provoke a reaction from the goddess across the room.

He noticed a moment of Isis’s eyes wandering along with the movement of his hands. She bit her lip and her hands wandered over her abs, clenching her dress as if she were imagining it was her.

He thought to himself, “What was that? A hint of desire, my queen?”

A sly, devious smile crept over his face. This was what he wanted from a woman. Control. Submission. Unbridled passion, desperate to break free. He wondered, could she be the one to submit to him? His secret desire to mold someone to his will could be right before him. Surely there was something to her.

He felt the jolt of his growing erection speaking volumes. Screaming at him like an angry child. “She’s yours. Own her.”

Gage shifted the stripper on his lap away. He might be a monster, but he was no deviant. He would not let a stripper satisfy his itch. No. He reserved those primal urges for someone like the goddess in the tight little pinup dress. He would have to make Isis his. He pulled at his dress slacks to conceal his arousal a little too late. This woman was taking control of his cock, whether he liked it or not.

Isis’s eyes shot up and away once she saw the twitch of his member with the outline pressed against his perfectly pressed trousers. Her heart raced, and she wanted nothing more than to run. It was all too much. Was it the stripper he was interested in or her? She didn’t want to find out. Not after the way Gage had been acting toward her. Especially after he humiliated her, making her feel ashamed of who she was.

She looked around, realizing she had nowhere to go. Trapped in a nightmare of testosterone mixed with the smell of sex and booze.

The VIP area was quieter than the rest of the venue. It was one of the more high-end strip clubs, but Isis would never notice. All she knew was that she didn’t fit in. In a normal club, she would admire the fancy decor and be excited to dance the night away, while forgetting all her troubles. Being here didn’t bring the normal reaction from the dancer-turned-wrestler. A soft mix of blue and purple lighting reflected off the silver decor that glimmered around her, but she didn’t even cast a glance.

Isis could hear the talking and moans of the surrounding men in other booths. She tried to focus on the discussion Jacob and Drake were having near her, doing her absolute best to avoid eye contact with Gage. She could feel his eyes on her, and the thought gave her a nervous shiver. With excitement or disgust, she wasn’t sure.

Drake sat watching dancers while chatting with his friends, turning girls away, who offered private dances. He was in a new relationship and had no interest in anything more than his lady wrestler Sahara. The growing new love of his life. He drank and watched the table dancer as if not a care in the world.

The horny frat boy, Nick, was getting a lap dance and throwing cash around like he just won the lottery. He was getting as much attention for the woman as he could muster up. Beside him sat Jacob, chatting it up with a sizable group of women about his cars, money, businesses, and wrestling history, as usual.

Gage’s only interest was in Isis. He whispered something to his group of girls, and they went to the bar. One lingered on his lap, playing with his hair.

He yelled over to the sad woman in the corner. “Isis! Are you just going to stand there like a scared cat? You can sit down, you know? I figure it’s not your first time in a place like this. Dancer and all.”

A sad look washed over her face, and she dropped her head like an abused animal.

“Oh, come on. It was just a joke.”

Jacob looked up, noticing Isis’ eyes tearing up again.

“I’m not laughing.”

She looked down at her hands, fidgeting with her fingertips. Her sure telltale sign she was nervous and upset.

“Hey, champ, we should go to a regular club. She doesn’t seem very comfortable here.” Jacob motioned for Drake and Nick to head out.

“No. Stay put. She’s fine. Right, queenie?”

Gage stood, pushing the remaining stripper from his lap. He walked over to invade Isis’s personal space once more, just as he had done several times throughout the night. His way of domination and intimidation clearly worked for him. He hovered over her with his lips dangerously close to her ear. Isis’s eyes closed from the heat that grazed the sensitive spot just below her earlobe while wishing her ideal fantasies of him would have been true.

"Right," she said, unsure of why she was complying with his demands.

One thing she knew for sure; she was in a situation she had no idea how to get out of.