Film at Eleven
Chapter 19 — the Long Arm of the Law
Chloe knew whatever shenanigans her roommates were up to, it didn’t concern her. She had a job to do and that was that. What her roommates did was unimportant.
Well, that was what she kept trying to tell herself. The problem was that like it or not, they were still her roommates. At least for now, but there were a couple of girls at the club who were looking for new roommates, and maybe ...
“Gentlemen,” Zeke’s voice boomed out from the DJ’s voice. “Put your hands together for the lovely and talented Sky-y-y-yler.”
Men clapped and Chloe grinned down at them from the stage. This was easy, she told herself. This was easy and she wasn’t going to do anything to mess this job up.
“Gentlemen,” Zeke said. “Now’s the time. If you want to see more of the beautiful, Skyler, now’s the time to let her know.”
Chloe knelt to pick up the bills from the stage. There were men who were ogling her but that was hardly a surprise, especially considering the fact that she wasn’t wearing any clothes.
“You’re new here.”
Chloe looked at the man. He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties. Not bad looking. Actually, quite fit looking. Almost rugged looking except that his face was too pudgy for that. “Yeah,” she said. “I’m new here and I’d say you are, too.”
“I’ve been around,” the man said, “but I haven’t been here for a while.”
“Then I guess you haven’t seen me dance before.”
“I guess I haven’t,” the man agreed.
“Would you like to see me dance?”
“What do you mean?”
“We could go to one of the Boom Boom rooms.”
The man grinned. “Too rich for my blood.”
“But, baby. You’ve said you’ve never seen me dance before. Don’t you want to see me dance?”
“I can see that just fine on stage.”
“But, baby, I can give you so much better of a show in the back.”
“I been back there,” the man said.
“But you haven’t been back there with me.”
“I don’t know,” the man said.
“Come on, Baby, please.”
The man shook his head. “Not right now,” he said. “Maybe later.”
“But, Baby, if you’re going to wait ‘til later, why not do it now instead?”
The man shook his head. “Not right now,” he said.
She’d almost got him, Chloe told herself. She could actually feel him wavering. A little bit more and ...
And maybe. Nothing was certain, she told herself, but that guy was certainly worth keeping an eye on.
Back in the dressing room, Chloe dumped her costume on her dressing room table.
“I see you didn’t get any dances,” said Jenny.
“Shut up,” Chloe said but she didn’t feel the need to put any energy behind it. The girl was a twit and when you fought with a twit, you either won because you were supposed to win or you ended up looking like a twit, too.
“I’m just saying—”
“I know what you were saying,” Chloe cut her off. “I’m just telling you to shut up, okay.”
The girl looked hurt. She looked around the dressing room but when it was clear no one else was going to race to her defense, she quickly backed down.
“How was it out there?” asked the redheaded Mia.
“Slow,” Chloe replied, “but I saw a new guy.”
“Yeah?”
“Well, he was new to me,” Chloe amended, “but I think he’d been here before.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. He didn’t do a dance this time, but I’m going to keep working on him.”
“Maybe I’ll get him first,” the redhead joked only it wasn’t that much of a joke and they both knew it. There in the club, it was every dancer for herself, and if Mia could get the guy first, she would. “Have you thought it over yet? Have you thought about moving in with Tia and me?”
“I’m thinking about it,” Chloe said.
“Come on. What’s to think about? I know Tia and me would love to have you?”
Yeah, Chloe thought. That’s just what worried her. The redheaded twins probably did want to have her and that was the problem. She just wasn’t sure she wanted to be had that way. “I’m thinking about it,” she said again.
“Well think faster,” the redhead said, “before the room goes away.”
Chloe wasn’t sure if her friend had made a play for the man or if she’d been equally unsuccessful in getting him to take a spin with her in the back but whatever the case, the man was still there when Chloe next showed up on stage in her school-girl outfit.
The guy was watching her and that was always a good sign. Of course, lots of guys watched. It was a matter of whether or not she could make him take the next step.
She leaned back against the pole and let her hands slide between her legs even as her body slid down the pole and she grinned to herself as she sat there on the stage facing the man. Even though her hands covered her pussy, the man’s eyes followed her all the way down. Oh yeah, she definitely had his attention.
I know what you want to see, she almost taunted him. I know what you want to see.
She still hadn’t taken her hand away, at least not completely but she was showing him a little bit more. If he looked hard, maybe he could see, or maybe it was just his imagination, but maybe he could see her pussy.
Enough teasing, Chloe told herself. It was time for the man to see what he’d come here to see and with that, she pulled her hand away so he could see her pussy.
Oh yeah, the girl told herself. Oh yeah. There was no doubt about it. This guy was so into her.
She crawled over to where the man was sitting and a hand squeezed one of her tits through her blouse as she leaned even closer. “I want you,” she said in a near whisper. “I want you so bad.”
She wasn’t going to wait around for an answer. After all, there were other guys who’d come here to see her and besides, she’d said what she’d needed to say.
“Gentlemen,” said the DJ when her set had finally come to an end. “You know what to do. Put your hands together for Skyler.”
The men clapped as Chloe made her rounds to pick up her tips. “You see anything you like,” she asked as she stopped in front of her new favorite.
“Sure did,” the man told her.
“So you want to take me in the back?” Chloe asked.
“I don’t know,” the man said.
“Come on. Don’t say that. You know you want to do it.”
“I don’t know,” the man said again.
“Don’t say no. Say yes.”
The man paused and then finally ... “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, Baby,” Chloe cooed. “You’ve just made me so happy. You stay right here and I’ll be out in a second to get you, okay?”
“Sure.”
Chloe couldn’t help but feeling like she was walking on air. It had been a slow day at the club but she had a feeling about this guy. She had a feeling that this guy was going to make her day.
She strode into the dressing room and announced to the other girls that she had a live one. Some of the girls groaned. Others congratulated her but Chloe knew deep down, each one wished they were the ones standing in her shoes.
She slipped on a dress but she didn’t bother with the panties. The panties didn’t matter anyway. In a few minutes, she wouldn’t be wearing the dress or anything else, and then Chloe was out the door again.
She came up to the man and then she touched him on the arm. “Are you ready?” she asked, and the man nodded.
“So it’s been a while since you’ve been here last,” Chloe said.
“Yeah.”
“What kept you away for so long?”
“Been away on business.”
“But you’re back now.”
“For now.”
“Well I guess we’d better see what we can do to keep you coming back.”
“You think you can do that good a show, do you?”
“Oh I know I can do that good a show.”
“Well, let’s see what you can do.”
She was going to start him off slow. It was the way she always did it. Let the man get a look at her body and then let him get a better look and when she knew he was totally into her, she’d move in for the kill. He’d be easy.
He liked her tits. That was clear right from the start. Oh sure, he’d look at the other parts of her body, especially when she had her back to him but when she was facing him full on, his eyes always seemed to come back to her tits.
She moved in closer. She brought her tits practically up to his face. “Do you like these?” she asked. “Do you like my tits?”
“Oh yeah.”
The man tried to move forward and kiss her breasts but Chloe’s tits quickly danced out of range. “You can’t do that,” she told the man.
“But—”
“You can look but you can’t touch.”
“Shit.”
“I’m sorry, Baby, but those are the rules and there are cameras around making sure we don’t break the rules. I couldn’t possibly let you touch my tits ... unless—”
“Unless what?
“For an extra fifty dollars, I think I might find a way. Do you want me to see if I can find a way?”
The man didn’t answer right away.
“Look at my tits,” the dancer said. “They’re right here. I know you want to.”
“What about the rules?”
“There are ways to get around those.”
“What about the cameras?”
“There are ways around those, too. The question is do you want to make it worth my while.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah what? You’re going to give me the extra fifty?”
“Yeah.”
Chloe’s hand reached past the man. To a camera, it might have looked like she was getting even closer. On the other hand, it was always possible she was doing what she actually was doing.
The man groaned.
“Yeah.”
Chloe pressed her breast forward and then she pushed her nipple against his mouth. She felt the man’s lips close around her nipple. She felt his tongue on her nipple and she felt him give her tit a suck.
She pulled back again. “I told you I could make it worth your while,” she said.
“I want more,” the man growled.
“You want to suck my tit again?”
The man shook his head. “I want more,” he said again.
“Baby, I don’t understand.”
“I want to fuck.”
Chloe smiled to herself. It was hardly the first time a customer had said that to her. “But, Baby, I told you. There are rules.”
“You also said you could break the rules.”
“But those rules are a lot harder to break.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean it would take a whole lot more to break that rule.”
“How much?” the man groaned.
Again, Chloe smiled to herself. She liked a man who got it. She liked it when you could just tell a man what the deal is without having to spell out every last fucking detail. “To break that rule would be another five hundred bucks.”
“Five hundred!”
“Baby. You got to understand. That’s a really tough rule to break. I couldn’t possibly break it for anything less than that.” That wasn’t exactly true but Chloe was good at gauging what she could get out of a guy. Sometimes, the price was five hundred. Sometimes, it was less, and sometimes, it was more. It was really a matter of how Chloe felt at the time.
“Five hundred,” the man groaned.
“I know, but Baby, you’re really asking for a lot. I could get in really big trouble for this.”
“But geez.”
“If you don’t think I’m worth it—”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just that ... five hundred, you said?”
“Yeah. Five hundred.”
“Okay. I’ll do it.”
“Oh, Baby. That’s so good. You won’t be disappointed.”
“What should I do?”
“Oh, Baby. Don’t you worry about that. I’ll take care of everything.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah, Baby. It’s going to feel so good, Baby. It’s going to feel so good having you inside of me, but Baby?”
“Yeah?”
“Tell me something, Baby. Do you have your cock out?”
“What?”
“I want you to get your cock out, Baby. I want you to stroke it for me.”
“But—”
“Don’t say but, Baby. I want you to do it. Take your cock out for me.”
“Okay.”
“Did you do it? Did you take your cock out?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you stroking it?”
“Yeah. I’m stroking it.”
“Oh, Baby. You don’t know how hot you’re making me.”
Chloe turned around so her back was to the man and her legs were straddling his and she reached between his legs. “Oh, Baby,” she purred as her hands wrapped themselves around his member. “Oh, Baby, you’re so hard for me.”
The man groaned as he felt the head of his cock press up against the underside of her pussy and then he groaned again.
“Oh, Baby,” the dancer moaned. “Oh, Baby, it feels so good having you inside me.”
The man couldn’t help but groan as the dancer rode his cock. Fuck, she was so wet and tight.
Chloe was starting to get into a rhythm as she rode the man’s cock. “Oh, Baby,” she moaned. “Oh, Baby.”
The man groaned as the girl rode his cock.
“Oh, Baby,” the girl moaned. “Oh, Baby. You’re going to make me cum, Baby. Are you going to cum, too? I want you to do it. I want you to cum. Tell me you’re going to do it. Tell me you’re going to cum.”
“Fuck,” the man groaned.
The girl was getting more and more frantic as her body rode the man’s cock. “I want you to cum,” she cried out. “I want you to do it. I want you to cum in my pussy.”
The man groaned. He already knew there was no way he could hold back. “Oh fuck,” the man groaned again and with that, he started to cum.
“Oh yeah, Baby. Oh yeah. You’re cumming inside me. Oh yeah. It feels so good.”
Chloe finally pulled herself up off of the man and she turned around to face him. “Did you enjoy that, Baby?” she asked.
“I sure did, but what about the cameras?”
“What cameras?”
“I thought you said there were cameras.”
“Well there are, but I just decided to pretend they weren’t there. It goes so much better when you can just ignore the truth.”
“I know what you mean. In fact, I wish I could do that.”
“What do you mean?”
“If I could ignore the truth, then I wouldn’t have to do this.”
“Do what?”
The man pulled out a pair of hand-cuffs. “You’re under arrest for solicitation,” the man told her.
“What!”
“I’m sorry. You really were good, but ... like you said ... rules are rules.”
Chloe was shaking her head. “No, no, no,” she kept saying.
“Come on. Don’t make it any harder on yourself. I’ll make a deal with you. I won’t cuff you until we get outside the club, but you need to put your clothes and then we’ll go down to the station.”
“No, no, no.”
“Come on.”
Chloe was numb as she put her clothes on. This couldn’t be happening to her and yet it was obvious that it was.
And just when all hope seemed lost, there was Mr. Avery, blocking their way. “Is something wrong?” the club manager asked.
“You should know better than to ask me that,” the officer said. “I just caught one of your girls soliciting.”
Mr. Avery looked at Chloe but the weird thing was he didn’t seem all that surprised. “Did you now?” he asked in a purely conversational tone. “Chloe, why don’t you go have a seat at the bar while the detective and I have a little chat in the office.”
“I can’t let her out of my sight.”
“She’s not going anywhere. You have my word on that.”
“That’s not good enough.”
“I’m telling you, detective. You have my word. You don’t think I’d risk my license if I thought she wouldn’t be here when we finished talking.”
The man looked at Chloe. “I suppose not.”
The manager looked at Chloe. “You stay here,” he told her.
Chloe sat at the bar. If she’d thought about it, she would have realized that the thought of running away had never occurred to her but the truth was she never thought about it.” She simply went to the bar and she took a seat.
The two men were in the back office for nearly a quarter of an hour before they finally came out and when they did, the detective just took one look at Chloe and then he walked on by and he walked out of the club. “I talked it over with the officer,” the manager said. “He’s not going to press charges.”
“Oh thank God.”
“He’s not going to press charges, but there’s a catch.”
“A catch?”
“We need to talk,” the manager said.
Chloe didn’t like the sound of that.
“Why don’t you get Shane to pour you a drink and then you and me can talk in my office.”
Chloe definitely didn’t like the sound of that but she had Shane pour her a drink and then she followed the manager to his office.
“Have a seat,” the man told her. “Drink.”
Chloe took a sip from her drink and then she looked at the manager. “What’s wrong, Mr. Avery?”
The manager looked at her. “I said drink,” he said.
Chloe drank but she wasn’t sure why. All she knew was something bad was about to happen. Of that much, she was sure.
“Drink,” the man said again.
“I am drinking,” Chloe protested but all the same, she drank more of her drink.
Mr. Avery sat on the edge of his desk as he looked down at his dancer. “The detective wanted to arrest you for prostitution. Did you know that?”
Chloe nodded. She’d figured that much out already.
“I told him that wasn’t the way it was, that you really weren’t a prostitute, that what it really was was that you just liked to fuck a lot.”
Wait a minute, Chloe thought. That wasn’t right, and yet when Mr. Avery said it like that, it just kind of sounded right. The girl shook her head. It wasn’t right, she told herself. It was just what Mr. Avery told the man. “Did he buy it?” she asked.
“That you’re a slut? Oh yeah. That much was obvious.”
Oh good, Chloe thought. That was a relief. No wait. That wasn’t right. There was something wrong with that ... wasn’t there?
“He bought that you were a slut, no problem, but I had to make a deal with him to get him to go easy on you.”
Oh great, Chloe thought. It wasn’t her fault that she was a slut so why were the cops hassling her.
“The officer says I’m going to have to cool things down a bit in the club here so he says I’m going to have to fire you.”
“What?” She’d meant to be more forceful in the way she’d said that, Chloe realized almost as soon as it was out. They couldn’t do this to her, she wanted to say, and yet she just couldn’t find it in her to build up the heat for what was needed. It was just so much easier to accept.
“It’s only for a short time,” the man said. “After it’s all over, I’m sure I’ll be able to hire you back.”
“But ... but ...”
“Oh, I know what you’re thinking. You’re so horny and where will you be able to go where you can go and take off all your clothes.”
No, that wasn’t it, was it? Or maybe ...
“Perhaps you could talk to your roommate.”
“My roommate?”
“Kelly.”
Chloe shook her head. She didn’t understand. “What about Kelly?”
“I was thinking she could help you out?”
“Help me out?”
“She makes x rated movies, doesn’t she?”
“Yeah?”
“Maybe she could get you a part doing that. What do you think?”
Maybe, Chloe thought. Wait a minute. Why would she want to do that?
“You’ve always wanted to be a porn star, haven’t you. The thought of all those guys watching you, watching you and getting off as they watched you. That’s so hot, isn’t it?”
Well yeah, Chloe thought. The thought of all those guys watching her, that kind of did make her hot. And to think that they might be jacking themselves off while they watched her, that was kind of hot, too.
No wait. That was wrong, wasn’t it?
“And just think,” the man said, “you get paid for getting fucked and for getting off. How hot is that?”
Yeah, Chloe thought. Getting paid to cum. That was definitely the ticket.
“I’m sorry about the job,” the manager said. “Really I am. If there was something I could do—”
Job, Chloe thought. What job, and then she realized he was talking about the job here at the club. He was a nice man, but he just didn’t understand. This was her big break. This job was fun but really, she’d only been doing it until she was ready to get fucked in front of a camera, and as it turned out, she was so-o-o-o-o ready.
“I’ll just leave you here,” the man said, “and when you’re ready, you can go.”
Chloe didn’t even realize she’d nodded. She was already thinking what it would feel like to make her first film. She could already see it now. Her body straddling some guys while she took his cock inside her, her pussy bouncing up and down on his cock, him moaning with every stroke she made and with every stroke, him getting closer and closer. Mmm.
It was twenty minutes later when Chloe left the manager’s office. Things just seemed so clear to her now. She’d loved working here but already, she could feel herself moving on. She wouldn’t mind coming back sometime. Maybe when she was a big star, but for now, she knew she had to move on.
Mia looked at Kelly when the ex-dancer finally came back to the dressing room. “Chloe, where have you been?”
“I got fired,” Chloe said.
“What!” That wasn’t just Mia but it was some of the others too. “What happened?”
“That guy I told you about,” Chloe said as the other dancers gathered around her. “Turns out the dude was a cop. Turns out he wanted to arrest me for solicitation.”
“What?! Why? You don’t do anything the rest of us don’t do, do you?”
Chloe shook her head although honestly, she wasn’t sure how far some of the other girls went.
“That’s bullshit,” said another of the girls. “They can’t do stuff like that. We should talk to Mr. Avery about this.”
The other girls were starting to nod in assent and while Chloe appreciated the show of support, she knew they just didn’t understand. “No, don’t,” Chloe said.
“You don’t understand,” the other girl said. “This isn’t just about you. It’s about us. They can’t do this to us.”
“No, you don’t understand. They can do it to you. The fact is I just got caught but now you know to be on your toes.”
“Are you going to be okay?” Mia asked.
“I’ll be fine,” Chloe assured the redhead.
“If you still want to stay with Tia and me, the offer’s still open.”
“I’ll be fine,” Chloe said again.
“Geez,” said an obviously miffed redhead. “I was just trying to help.”
“I know,” Chloe said as she packed up her things. “I know you were and I appreciate it, but right now, I really have to go.”
Mia couldn’t help but watch as Chloe wheeled her bag out of the dressing room and it was only after Chloe was gone that she finally turned to one of the other dancers. “Geez,” she said. “I wonder what’s gotten into her.”
The redhead would certainly have been surprised if she knew what Chloe was doing. She’d barely made it out to her car when she fished her phone out of her purse and then she was calling up her roommate. “Hello,” came her roommate’s voice from the other end of the line.
“Hey, Kelly. It’s Chloe.”
“Hey.” Chloe was sure she could hear the wariness in her friend’s voice. “What’s up?”
“I got some great news,” Chloe said.
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“I got fired today.”
“What’s that?”
“I got fired today.”
“How’s that great news?”
“Come on, Kel. Isn’t it obvious? Now that I’m not working at the club, now I can do what I really want to do.”
“Which is what?”
“I want to be a porn star.”
“What?”
“I want to be a porn star.”
The line was silent and then Kelly spoke again. “I don’t believe you.”
“Why not?”
“Come on. After all the grief you’ve been giving me and Gabby. Something’s got to be up.”
“You know, I’ve been thinking about that.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, and I think I know why I was so mean to you two.”
“Why’s that?”
“I think I was just being jealous.”
“You were just being what?”
“I was just being jealous.”
“Oh, come on.”
“No, I’m serious,” Chloe said. “I think I just figured it out today, but I think I was just being jealous.”
“How do you figure that?”
“It’s obvious, isn’t it? I saw you guys going off and having fun and here I was stuck at the club, and I couldn’t do what you guys were doing, and all I could do was just dance and I wanted to have fun, too, so I guess I got a little jealous. Doesn’t that sound right to you?”
“I guess.”
“Come on, Kel.”
“What do you want from me?”
“I want you to hook me up.”
“Why me?”
“Because you got all the contacts.”
Again, the line was silent. “You sure you want to do this,” Kelly finally asked.
“Hell yes.”
“All right. I’ll make some calls, but Chloe?”
“Yeah.”
“You better be playing straight with me. I don’t want to go set something up and then have you back out at the last moment.”
“I won’t,” Chloe promised.
“All right. I’ll see what I can do.”
Chloe couldn’t help but squeal with pleasure. “Thanks, Kelly. I appreciate it.”
“You better,” Kelly said, and with that, the line went dead.