“Hang on, I’ve got to see what this is about.”
She slips out the door, but I don’t follow her. I can’t find it in me to care. I just want to be done with this night so I can go back to my hotel and wallow in my misery, feeling sorry for myself.
The DJ’s voice filters in over the speakers, telling all the strippers in the club to line up on stage.
What the fuck?
All the strippers on stage? Like we’re in a fucking pageant or something. I wonder if they’ll notice if I don’t go. Maybe I can get away with hiding out back here since I’m new. I’ll play dumb.
That’s exactly what I’m doing when my new friend pokes her head back in the dressing room. I can hear the commotion backstage getting even louder, but it’s so chaotic that I have no idea what they’re talking about. All I know is that there’s some vibe of excited energy rolling through them all.
“Ella, you want to get out here.” Her eyes are glowing.
I wrinkle my nose. “Do I have to?”
She nods eagerly. “All strippers on stage. Right now. No exceptions.”
I sigh and push away from my stool. “I really don’t want to.”
“I think you might change your mind in just a minute.” She grabs my hand and pulls me out the door and toward the line forming just offstage.
I take a spot at the end of the line as she goes and peeks through the curtains. When she comes back, her face is flushed.
“I had to see for myself,” she breathes. “Ella, you aren’t going to fucking believe what’s going on.”
24
Derek
It didn’t take me long after Melissa left for me to figure out what happened. I should've seen through her immediately. But once I realized she was pulling her tricks on both Ella and I, I jumped into action.
And that’s exactly where I’ve been for the last two days. In the middle of the action at every strip club in the entire kingdom. Melissa wasn’t lying about the fact that Ella went back to stripping. But I finally forced her to admit what she said to Ella to send her running.
I gathered my royal retinue together, forming a plan to seek out all the strippers in the entire kingdom. We’ve been to every single club with one goal in mind. To find
Ella.
I knew right away that she might be in disguise like she was that first night we met, wearing a wig or hiding herself. But I have a plan. It’s foolproof.
As I walk into the Lusty Lady, I pull Ella’s thong from my pocket and lift it to my nose yet again, taking a deep whiff. Her scent—the same one I got very reacquainted with two nights ago—fills my nose, giving me the feeling of both comfort and longing. I need to sink my tongue back inside that delicious pussy again, and I won’t stop until I make it happen.
She has to be here. She wasn’t at any of the other clubs we’ve been to, and this is the last one in the kingdom.
The first club we went to was quite an experience, everyone shocked into silence when I told them what I wanted. I guess my request was a bit different.
But having all the strippers line up to let me smell their thongs is the only way to know for sure if it’s her if she’s in disguise.
Yeah, I know. Tell me about it. It’s like some crazy fetish.
But fuck. I have to find her, and she might not reveal herself to me any other way. I know that scent. I’ll recognize her instantly.
The first line of girls had no idea what to expect, and I guess I didn’t either. I started to wonder what I’d gotten myself into when the first ass in my face came with some equipment that Ella is definitely not packing. Then there was the woman who couldn’t keep herself still for long enough for me to get close, those round globes jiggling in my face as she shook with excitement. I finally had to have her take of her thong and just let me smell that. Of course, it wasn’t Ella.
As I make my way toward the front of the Lusty Lady, Travers goes to speak with the owner, telling him what we want. They never say no and never comment on what they really think about this fucked up search. I mean, I’m the fucking prince.
Suddenly the club is in chaos as all the other clients are ushered out the front door and my royal retinue gets everything set up. I hear all the girls in the back chattering excitedly. Fuck, I hope Ella is one of them.
I clear my throat and look at the woman who is clearly in charge of getting the girls together. “Every girl. Am I clear? I don’t want a single one of your girls hiding out or trying to get out of this. Every. Single. Girl. Must be on stage.”