It would be wrong to say that Shaya and I became lovers after that night. I'm not sure such a relationship was possible in a place like that. Even if it was, it wasn't what we went for. By which I mean, it wasn't what Shaya wanted.

We stayed together that whole night and part of the next morning as neither of us had to work. But while she said she enjoyed it and wanted to see me again, she also wanted to see other people.

"You see, I'm a living sex toy," she told me as if that explained everything. She stood naked before me and showed off her beautiful, enhanced body. "And sex toys are made to be used a lot. I want to stay close to you and I think we should agree here and now that if one of us is feeling lonely, the other will come running. Yes?"

She looked at me with such happiness and an expression that made it clear she thought there was nothing odd about it, that I just couldn't say no. I didn't want to lose whatever relationship we had. Fuck buddies? It had to be something like that. I hated it, at least at first, but I went along with it.

After a while though, I began to see the benefits. We still saw a lot of each other; in fact, there were nights where we spent the whole time together still. But we didn't have a chance to settle down into the normal, boring routine of a regular relationship. I made sure not to go to her for sex too often in case I pushed her away, so the times we were together were even more special.

I still couldn't help but feel twinges of jealousy though. One time I was passing by her room just as Mark came out and I nearly punched him. It took all my resolve to just keep on walking. That was the first time I deliberately sought out another woman for sex. Just around the corner from Shaya's room, I found another door with a green light over it. I didn't even know whose it was, but I wasn't disappointed to find Yumiko waiting on the other side for me. She was delighted to see me too and teased me about saving myself for Shaya. We had great sex – her naturally big tits were a joy to behold as they bounced around while she rode me – but I couldn't bring myself to stay the night with her. I did the same with a few of the other girls, too.

Another time I went looking for Shaya only to find the red light above her door. Dejected, I started to turn away only for the door to open. I spun around, hoping it was her, but instead Joey came out. He seemed surprised to see me there, but clapped me on the shoulder as he walked away, humming to himself. I went to follow. But before I took two steps the light on her door went green. I froze and rubbed my eyes, wondering if I was imagining things. Nope, still green. So she had just been fucked by Joey and now she was ready again? I think I should have been disgusted; instead I felt my cock go hard as stone.

I knocked on her door and moments later she called for me to come in. I found her laying on her back, her legs spread wide. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air. She didn't seem surprised to find it was me awaiting her. We didn't say anything while I undressed and climbed between her legs. It was only after I had entered her pussy that I spoke.

"What was he like, then?" I asked, leaning over her and staring her in the eye. I tried to look serious, angry even, but she knew I was more horny than anything.

"Joey? Oh, he was so big. And so manly. His cock nearly tore me in half." She gasped as I thrust into her hard. "He treated me like a whore should be treated."

"Oh yeah? Like this then, you fucking bitch?" I grabbed her throat as I fucked her. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she made no move to stop me.

That night was one of the best nights of sex we'd had. As we lay exhausted in each other's arms, she began to tell me of her other sexual exploits. I found myself getting more and more turned on with each tale until I just had to fuck her again. After that we both shared our tales. Shaya seemed to love hearing about the other girls and their own particular fetishes, like how Tanya loved to squirt all over me and then lick it up, or Hayley's obsession with anal sex.

At other times, we were more intimate together and I kept hoping it would develop into something more, but it never seemed to. She kept me always at arm's length.

Aside from everything with Shaya, I found strange things were happening to me, too. I have never had trouble getting an erection, but suddenly I realised that could get one virtually all the time. If one of the girls wanted sex, I was always ready for them. I never questioned it, but in hindsight I should have realised that it wasn't normal. I remember one night, fresh from fucking Hayley's ass, I saw the green light on at Yumiko's door, so I went in and spent an hour with her too. And then on the way back to my own room I bumped into another of the girls, Sarah, and was able to take her too. I was worn out in the morning, but it was so worth it that I didn't want to know where this ability came from.

Work was the same most nights, breaking up the odd scuffle but otherwise just being there was enough. Harry and the other bouncers all seemed happy with my work and slowly they got used to me being there. I earned their trust by having their backs and never causing trouble. My undercover mission was going well ... when I was able to keep my mind on the job.

Four days after starting there I managed to slip out to a public payphone and touch base with Superintendent Jonas. He congratulated me for getting in with Harry but warned me not to let my guard slip. And he was disappointed I hadn't yet heard any word of the missing cop, Nicole White.

My enquiries in that direction were deliberately slow. Everyone knew I was an ex-cop, so asking after one that had gone missing would have immediately put them all on edge. My tentative questions had led nowhere so far. And aside from all the girls being so happy in their job and to have sex with me and the other staff at all hours, I had found nothing strange about the strip club or Harry Coitan. Everything seemed perfectly legitimate. None of the girls had sex with the punters for money, they were breaking no laws. And yet someone had seen fit to make Nicole disappear.

Two weeks in, I was in the bar with Harry, sharing an afternoon drink, when a group of women walked in. I recognised the one in the lead, Saskia, probably the most skilled pole dancer at the Grand. The other three were new. They all wore skimpy outfits and gazed about in wonder at their surroundings.

"My new dancers," Harry said. "What do you think?"

I nodded. "Impressive."

And they were. One looked to be of Indian descent, with long black hair and a gorgeous face complete with a bottom lip piercing. She had a petite body, not much in the way of curves but that was how some people liked them. The second girl had very short hair, too short for my tastes, but otherwise had a very pretty face. The third was tall, very leggy, with a tattoo of some Celtic band round her left thigh and another tat just below her breasts that looked like a chain with crystals hanging down from it that went from breasts to belly button. All she wore was a tiny little see-through skirt, and matching pink thong and bra that was basically just a thin strip of cloth to cover the nipples. She had fiery red hair and her face ...

"I know her," I said.

"Which one?" Harry asked.

"The redhead. Can't quite remember where from though."

"Let's see if we can jog your memory." He raised his voice. "Hey, you! Martina, isn't it? Come over here!"

The redhead hurried over to join us, a bright smile on her face. Her lively green eyes flicked to me for a second, but otherwise remained fixed on Harry.

"Yes, Mister Coitan?" she said.

That husky, sexy voice ... I remembered straight away where I had heard it before. "You're a reporter!" I blurted out. "A journalist back in London!"

She looked at me in surprise, then her eyes narrowed. "Detective ... Thompson." She grinned at me. "It's so good to see you again!"

"So how do you two know each other?" Harry asked.

"Martina came to the station a couple of years back," I said. "If I remember right, you were doing a piece on sexism in the police force."

"Yeah, that's right! And you were the only one who gave me the time of day! Everyone else just shut me out and refused to talk. In the end I didn't even get enough info for my piece to be published. It was all a waste of time."

I watched her closely. It was hard to believe this was the same woman as that reporter. Back then she had been very straight-laced, wearing a sensible trouser suit. I'd had no idea that suit was hiding such a banging body. Her legs in particular were gorgeous, so long they seemed to go on forever. Her breasts were quite small, but they had a nice bounce to them when she walked. But she had been so pro-women's rights when I first met her. Even as a bit of a dinosaur, I admired her drive and conviction.

"So how did you get from that to doing this?" I asked her.

"I came here a few weeks back. I wanted to write a piece about strippers and their working conditions. Mister Coitan here was good enough to let me talk to some of his girls. What I found was ... enlightening. I did my piece but then I realised–"

"You didn't want to leave?" I guessed.

"Uh huh. I handed in my notice at the paper, then came and asked for a job here."

"And we were happy to have you," Harry said with a smile. "So now we're all caught up, you'd better get back to your training, Martina. I can see Saskia giving us the evil eye."

She gave me one last smile, then went back to join the other women.

It was the same story as with Rose. Bright, intelligent women giving up promising careers – accountant, journalist – in order to come work for Harry Coitan. How did he do it? How did he turn a feminist into a stripper?

I stayed and watched the new girls being put through their paces by Saskia. Martina showed a real aptitude for pole dancing – she was athletic, flexible, and threw herself into the routines with real gusto. Yeah, she would be popular with the men when she started. With men that she used to scorn for taking advantage of women. It made no sense.

After a while I made my excuses to Harry and returned to my room, deep in thought. It wasn't even just those two women who had come here when they could have done something else something better. Yumiko had come to England to study to be a nurse, yet she threw all her training away to be a stripper instead. And Saskia told me that she wanted to join the police when she finished college. That had been four years ago, four years in which she put everything else on hold to work here.

I laid on my bed and closed my eyes. The pattern here was obvious; what I couldn't discover was how it was being done. The women seemed in total control of themselves, they were not coerced into doing anything they did, but there was no way so many women would choose this path when they had more lucrative ones open to them. There had to be more to it than I had seen so far. If any of the girls knew what it was, they weren't talking about it.

The answer had to lie in the upstairs floor, the suite of rooms that belonged to Harry and could only be entered with his permission. There was always a guard outside the door, and the door was always locked.

There was a knock at my door. I groaned, realised that I hadn't changed the light above my door from green to red. I glanced at the little monitor beside my bed, which allowed me to see who it was. I sat upright. It was Martina, still wearing her tiny outfit.

"Come in!" I called out. As she was so new, perhaps she would still be willing to talk about whatever had been done to her.

From the moment she closed the door behind her, though, it was clear that she had not come to talk. She undid her bra and let it drop to the floor as she walked over to me. She stood beside my bed, looking down at me.

Maybe ... maybe her tongue would loosen up a bit after I'd fucked her? Sounded like a damn good justification to me.

I ran my fingers up her thigh. She shivered and opened her legs up a little more. My hand went up her little skirt. Her thong was already damp. She turned and gave me a full view of her gorgeous, tight little ass. I buried my face in her crack, breathing deep the scent of her pussy as my hands roamed over her buttocks.

Martina pushed me back onto my bed. I thought she was going to straddle my lap, but instead she put one long leg over me and crouched over my face, her panty-covered pussy inches from me. She lowered herself down until the cloth touched my mouth. I didn't need telling what to do next. I put my hands on her waist and started to kiss and lick her pussy through the thong. I nose pressed against her too and my whole world was reduced to the scent and taste of her wet cunt.

She moaned. I could just about see that she was playing with her tits, pinching her nipples and pulling them out until they were hard. I pulled her panties to the side, finally giving myself access to her hole. Immediately she pushed down hard and started to grind her mound against my mouth and nose. I tongued her as deeply as I could while drawing in a desperate breath whenever I had the chance. Martina didn't seem to care about any discomfort she was causing me though – she was too wrapped up in her own pleasure.

I pleasured her with my mouth for ... I had no idea how long. She didn't let me up from breath until she had come twice. Both times she shuddered and clamped her thighs hard around my head until I really did think she planned to suffocate me. But her pussy tasted so good I didn't really care anymore. I just kept kissing and licking her snatch, burying my tongue deep inside her, until she finally decided she'd had enough and rolled off me. My face was smeared in her juices. I licked my lips. It tasted divine.

I waited for her to return the favour, and unzipped my trousers to free my cock in anticipation. Instead, Martina got up, retrieved her bra and put it back on.

"Saskia was right, you are good," she said as she headed for the door.

"Hey, wait a sec!" I cried. "You can't leave me like this!" I held my cock up to show her.

Martina laughed. "Maybe next time, big man. You can't have it all at once."

"Fine, but I do want to talk to you." It wasn't fine, not even close, but I had to keep her sweet.

"Sorry, Ryan, but I have to go. Thanks for a good time, though." She left before I could say another word.

I was left on my bed, totally dumbfounded by what had happened. So much for getting answers out of her.

*****

I did manage to speak to Martina later that evening, but she was no more forthcoming. She basically just repeated what she had told me earlier, that it was her choice to take up this profession and that she was loving it.

I was getting nowhere, but that evening presented me with an unexpected opportunity. I wasn't on duty, so I hung around the third floor, near the stairs leading to the top. I didn't expect anything to happen, but when Harry came out from his rooms I saw that he didn't lock the door behind him. Even better, he summoned the ever-present guard to go with him. I wondered what had happened downstairs that demanded his attention, but then I realised it didn't matter – this was my chance to get into his rooms.

I steeled myself, knowing what would happen if I was caught. But how many chances like this would I get? I had to at least try.

I had only gone up two steps when I heard someone call my name. I turned to find Saskia on her way up to me. Shit, what was she going to think of what I was doing? I quickly retreated to the landing and put what I hoped was a relaxed smile on my face.

She didn't seem at all bothered about what I was doing, thankfully. She wore a baggy jumper and jeans, and carried a bag of shopping in one hand. "I'm glad I found you," she said. "I want your help with something. Come on."

I should have turned her down, I should have waited for her to leave before getting on with the search of Harry's room. I should ... Fuck it. "Sure, I'll help," I told her. "Lead the way."

She took me to her room, just down the corridor from the stairs to the top floor. Unlike most of the other girls, she had personalised her rooms, adding photos of her family to the wall and even pinning up some of the fan mail she had received. She had a wardrobe full of clothes, both the tiny outfits she wore for work and the more casual gear like she had on now.

"So how can I help?" I asked her.

"You can sit on the bed and tell me which of my two new costumes is the best. Mister Coitan told me to pick something extra special for tonight."

"What's happening tonight?"

"We've got some big clients coming and Mister Coitan wants to impress them. So you just sit right there and I'll be back in a sec."

She disappeared into the bathroom while I waited on her bed, wondering what the hell I was doing here. Was it a deliberate ploy by Harry, sending someone up to distract me? But if he didn't trust me, why was I still here at all? Shouldn't I have disappeared like Nicole White?

Saskia returned a few minutes later. She stopped in the bathroom doorway and struck a pose for me to admire her, which I gladly did. She was nude from the waist up except for a couple of nipple tassels. She had on a black leather miniskirt and thigh-high black leather boots to complete the set. She did a little twirl for me and I saw under her skirt a flash of a sparkly thong that disappeared between her butt cheeks.

"So there's this one," she said, stopping with her back to me and sticking out her lovely bubble butt. "Marks out of ten?"

"About a twelve?" I suggested.

"Oh good! Then I don't need to show you the other outfit!"

"Well, you better had, just in case." My cock strained against my trousers, but I had stopped feeling embarrassed by such a thing happening around these girls.

Saskia laughed when she saw it. "All right, if you say so." She went back into the bathroom.

I pulled my dick out, stroking it idly as I waited. Perhaps there would be time to do this with Saskia and still get back to Harry's room in time.

But when she came back out, all thoughts of spying on my boss went out of my head. "That's the one," I told her. "One hundred percent."

I loved fishnet stockings. I don't think there's an outfit in the world that isn't made sexier when paired with some fishnets. Saskia had put them with a pink babydoll, frilly round the edges, see-through everywhere except for an opaque strip covering her nipples. Underneath was a pair of pink panties. As she turned round, I saw that they were half-back knickers, not as skimpy as her thong but these hugged her big round butt to perfection. They were quite tight, squeezing her buttocks and the exposed flesh jiggled oh so invitingly in front of me.

"You like this one?" she asked.

"Like? I fucking love it, Sas."

She walked closer, swaying her hips seductively. She stopped a pace in front of me and turned around to shake her ass in my face. I stifled a groan and reached out to grab her, but she slapped my hands away.

"I don't want to screw up the outfit before tonight!" she exclaimed. "But I guess you do deserve a reward for all your hard work." She faced me, then knelt between my legs. "Whatever are we to do about that?"

I laid back and closed my eyes as she went to work on my dick. She had a very skilled tongue and her deepthroat skills were second to none. Soon she had taken me all the way in, until her nose was pressed flat against my belly. I grabbed the back of her head and held her there until she gagged. When I let her pull her head back, she left a trail of spit from her mouth to the base of my cock.
"Cheeky bastard," she said to me, before getting right back to it.

She covered my shaft in her spit, licked me from base to tip and back again. She took my full length down her throat many times, each time holding it there a little longer and looking me in the eye.

The last time she did it, I could feel myself ready to come. She quickly pulled back until only the tip of my dick was in her mouth and worked my shaft with her hand. She watched me with that filthy look in her eyes as she jerked me off. When I came she held me still in her mouth and caught every last drop of it. My cock slipped out of her with a wet pop. Saskia stood up and showed me all my cum still resting in her mouth. One swallow and it was gone.

"Good enough reward?" she asked.

"It'll have to do for now," I replied.

"Well, feel free to wait here for me to come back so you can have some more." She glanced at the clock. "Shit, I better go. Mister Coitan will be waiting for me." She rushed into the bathroom to rinse her mouth out, then she was gone.

I waited for a couple of minutes to calm back down again. When I was able to, I put myself away and left the room. I crept up the corridor to the stairs and peeked upwards. My heart sank. The door to Harry's rooms was closed again, the guard back outside. I had missed my chance. I leant back against the wall. Stupid, that's what I was. The one chance I had to make a breakthrough and I threw it away in favour of a bit of fun with Saskia. What the hell was I thinking? I certainly wasn't thinking with my head!

Dejected, and furious with myself, I went down to the bar to get drunk. As I got there I saw Joey pick a guy up by his collar and toss him towards the door to loud cheers from all the other punters. Ashley, a slim blonde with beautiful eyes and lips, got back up on her podium to dance and everything settled back down again. I found a quiet spot at the end of the bar and ordered a whiskey.

I watched the girls at work. I saw Shaya lead a man off into one of the booths. He had a stupid grin on his face, not that I could blame him. Shaya had on a school uniform with the tiniest skirt in the world and her shirt tied up below her breasts to show off her flat belly. I wanted to go after them and watch the private show myself. Yumiko had a group of five women watching her, unusually. They seemed as obsessed with her tits as I was. Martina was working too. She made one or two mistakes on the pole but none of the customers cared. They cheered her loudly when she whipped her skirt off and I couldn't help but join in. Mistakes aside, she was doing a sterling job on her debut.

And then I saw Saskia. She was with Harry Coitan and two other people, an older man and a younger woman. The four of them were in deep discussion in one of the private booths, though the curtain was wide open.

When the barman, Jeff, came over to refill my glass, I asked him who it was with Coitan.

He squinted over. "The man's Mayor Dansby. No idea about the girl though."

"Huh. Thanks."

I watched the party even more closely then. The mayor being here lent credence to Jonas' assertion that Coitan's influence ran deep in this city. Judging from their faces it seemed as though the two men were friends. As I observed them, two more men came into the club and went to join them. Both wore smart suits and carried themselves like people used to being obeyed. Dansby made the introductions and Coitan greeted the newcomers warmly.

Mark the bouncer was summoned over to the table shortly. After a quick chat with Harry, he crossed the room. I realised with a start that he was heading straight for me. I tensed, ready to fight my way out of there if Coitan was onto me. But the bouncer had a relaxed demeanour when he stopped in front of me.

"Boss wants you to wait in his office," he told me.

I nodded, finished off my whiskey and set out, disappointed that I didn't get to see the conclusion of Harry's meeting with the mayor.

His office wasn't on the top floor, sadly. It was a room on the ground floor, right at the back. There was another security guy standing guard outside. Antony, his name was, and he was a gentle giant most of the time unless someone hurt one of the girls.

"Hey, Ryan," he said. "What's up?"

"Boss wants me to wait for him in there." I gestured to the door.

"Uh oh, what've you done to upset him? Hope it ain't too serious – we still ain't got you in on one of our poker nights yet!"

"You're that desperate for me to take all your money, huh? We'll see. Can I go in?"

"Course. Knock yourself out."

The office wasn't huge, and was dominated by a big oak desk and Harry's comfortable leather chair. Two more chairs were on the other side of the desk, along with a backless sofa against one wall. The other wall was lined with bookcases containing folders entitled "Accounts" and "Employees" and things like that. There was also a glass cabinet containing a few pornographic DVDs, with titles I didn't recognise. And with my former addiction to online porn, I was quite surprised by that. I bent down and looked a little closer. I could only see the front of one, but I was shocked to recognise Saskia on there.

Maybe this was how he made his money. He produced his own pornos! I would have to talk to Saskia about that later.

There was a jug of water on the desk. I poured myself a glass and sat on the sofa to wait for Coitan.

I was sat there for over half an hour before the office door finally opened again. I quickly stood. Harry strode in, followed by the young woman that had been with him and Dansby at the bar. She looked very young, wearing a yellow top that clearly showed her nipples through the fabric. Her tits were small but perky. She also wore a denim skirt that came down to mid-thigh, showing off a pair of slim legs. She was quite pretty, her pale skin contrasting with her jet black hair. There was a sulky pout to her mouth, though I guessed she always looked like that rather than her being upset at the time.

"Ah, Ryan, there you are," Coitan said as if he hadn't summoned me to his office already. "I want you to meet Gemma, Mayor Dansby's daughter–"

"Stepdaughter," she corrected him. She eyed me with suspicion.

"Of course. This is the mayor's stepdaughter, Gemma."

"Nice to meet you," I said, confused about what I was supposed to do. She didn't reply; she just stood there in the middle of the floor, looking from me to Harry and back again.

"The mayor and I had some business to attend to tonight," Harry went on. "I've left him with Saskia, but for some reason, he felt he needed to offer me something in return to prove his commitment. He claimed it was just a thank you for my work so far, but I'm no fool. I know a bribe when I see one." He gestured to Gemma. "Unfortunately, she isn't really my type, so I want you to fuck her instead."

"What?" Gemma and I both said in unison.

"I'm sure you heard me. It would be rude of me to return Dansby's present ... unopened ... but I'm not really in the mood for it. So, you get to have my best man instead."

"Best man?" I repeated dumbly.

"According to my girls, yes. I understand Shaya in particular is quite taken with you, and Martina has been singing your praises all day. So. A reward for you."

I studied Gemma. To say she didn't look up for it was an understatement. I, however, was, or at least my cock was. But first I had to make sure this wasn't some kind of trap. "How old are you?" I asked her.

"Turned eighteen last week," she muttered reluctantly.

"And are you a virgin?"

Harry snorted.

"No," she said, glaring at him.

"I'll say," he said. "I've seen the video of your eighteenth birthday party. That was quite some night. Now, enough talk, you two.

There was no way out of it, not if I wanted to keep my job. "All right," I said. "Let's go back to my room."

"No," Harry said. He went to the door and locked it. "You will fuck her right here and now."

"In front of you?" Gemma exclaimed.

He just shrugged.

Once again, something that I would have once found abhorrent now ... no longer bothered me. So what if he wanted to watch? I had found the hidden video cameras in every bedroom; he could watch us whenever he wanted. I stripped off, keeping my eyes on Gemma and trying to ignore Harry as he moved past us and took up his seat behind his desk. When I dropped my trousers, the girl's eyes went wide and she let out a small gasp. My cock was already erect and pointing straight at her.

She didn't seem inclined to move, so I stepped close to her and took hold of her top. She obligingly lifted her arms over her head so I could pull it off easily. Her head only reached the top of my chest. Her tits really were perky. I lightly flicked a nipple with my thumb. It stiffened instantly. I brought my other hand up and cupped her breasts, catching the nipples between thumb and forefinger. She gasped. I wondered if her clit was as sensitive.

I guided her to the desk, sat her on the edge of it with her legs spread. I knelt between them as she pulled her skirt up out of the way, revealing a pair of sensible white knickers. I pulled them down and tossed them to the side. She had a light thatch of brown pubic hair. She was shaking, I realised. Fuck. I didn't want to have sex with a girl if she didn't want it too, but at the same time I couldn't give Harry an excuse to sack me. What to do? As I knelt in front of her pussy, the answer came to me; it was obvious really. Make her want to have sex with me! It was clear she hadn't had the same "programming" as the strippers here, but if what they said was true about my skills, then surely I could win this girl over, couldn't I?

I leant forward and started to lick her tight slit. She gasped again at the first contact and put her hands on my head. I thought she was going to push me away, but instead they just stayed there, as if she was unsure of what she was about to do.

I wasn't unsure. I opened her up with my fingers and slid my tongue inside of her, kissing and licking her pussy. I slipped a finger inside, gently explored her until I found her clitoris. It was big, bigger than any I'd encountered before. I began to stimulate her there with first one finger, then another as well, all while keeping my tongue inside her too. Her pussy rapidly got wetter and wetter and soon she was bucking, rubbing against my face much like Martina had done that afternoon. I flattened my tongue and pressed it against her clit, lapping back and forth in steady motion.

I stopped with her on the edge of orgasm and stood. Panting, she looked up at me with wild lust in her eyes. I kissed her and she eagerly returned it, licking her pussy juices off my lips. She may have been young, but this girl was already well on her way to being a slut.

But I was far from done with her. I picked her up, enjoying the feeling of power from being able to manhandle her so easily, and flipped her over so her little butt waved in the air. She looked over her shoulder at me, her earlier apprehension replaced by desire. I pressed my cock against her pussy and she nodded at me. She was tight down there, very tight, so I went slowly, easing myself into her inch by inch. By the time I had four inches in her pussy, she began tensing up. I started to slide back and forth gently, my hands wrapped around her waist.

It was only after a few seconds that I even remembered Harry was there. He was still sat in his chair, watching the pair of us with unnerving intensity. When I looked at him I lost my rhythm, so I quickly returned my attention to Gemma. She had her head down, her hair obscuring her face from our watcher. That seemed like a good idea and I determined not to look up again.

I gradually managed to push deeper and deeper into her until she had seven inches of dick inside her. That seemed about her limit though and I didn't want to push her any harder. I loved watching the way her pussy lips suctioned onto my dick each time I pulled out, like they didn't want me to go. She cried out each time I thrust into her, her hands clenched into fists. Her pussy was so wet the liquid occasionally dripped out onto the floor.

When I reached orgasm, it came over my suddenly. I grunted, thrust deep inside her, and came hard. She quivered and whimpered as I filled her with my semen. By the time I was done we were both exhausted. Gemma remained laying on the desk as I pulled out of her and staggered over to the sofa to sit down.

A few moments later, Harry came over to join me, apparently uncaring of my nudity and the fact my dick still leaked a tiny bit of cum over his furnishings.

"Very good, very good!" he enthused. "Ryan Thompson, you have just proved yourself to me."

"Huh?" I said, not really concentrating on what he was saying.

"There's no way in hell an undercover cop would fuck the mayor's daughter like that! And on camera, too!"

"Undercover?" I repeated, suddenly fully aware of what was going on here. "You think I'm undercover?"

"The suspicion was there. It just seemed so convenient that you would rock up at my club of all places looking for work."

"I didn't come here looking for work – you offered me a job," I reminded him.

"You were angling for one, don't deny it. That's why you told your story to the barman. Anyway, like I was saying, I was suspicious but no longer. You've earned my trust today, Ryan."

He paused as we both watched Gemma slide off the desk and gently curl up on the floor.

"I think you're ready for the next stage," Harry continued. "This club is just the start of what I do in this town. I have a business venture to deal with tomorrow and a couple of guys have let me down, so I need you to step in. Think you can do that?"

"Sure, boss. What will I be doing?"

"Oh, the usual, providing muscle and presence to ensure some smooth running. Be outside the club at 10 in the morning."

I nodded and tried to hide my jubilation. I may have missed my chance to search his room earlier, but this was even better. I was in his inner circle now; all I had to do was play it cool and I could uncover all his dirty little secrets.