He entered the VIP room to see Vida already being bought a drink from one of King’s private customers that had watched her performance from the room. A huge, plate glass window provided a view of the stage, but anyone outside simply saw smoky glass.
Vida didn’t pay him any attention when he entered the room and took a seat in the corner on an expensive couch. King had spared no expense in decorating the private room.
Two of the shot girls came to his table. Colton ordered another beer and told them to leave him alone.
“Not interested?” one of the shot girls asked. She was shorter than the taller, curvier one. Colton would have taken a shot from her once upon a time, before Vida.
Colton shrugged. “No thanks.” He didn’t take his eyes off Vida.
“If you change your mind, let me know.” The blond, short one bent over to whisper, “I get off at three. I’ll let you take shots all night for free”.
“No, thanks. I’m with someone.” Colton nodded his head towards Vida.
She gave a smile. “Lucky girl.” The shorter one went back to the bar for his beer.
The taller one bent over the table, giving him a view of her tits.
“My name’s Krystal. I can keep my mouth shut if you change your mind later.” She nodded her head to Vida. “She’s a sweet kid, but I can suck your dick like you’ve never had it done before.”
The other woman returned, setting down the beer. They started to move away, but Colton’s words halted them both.
“I won’t be needing anything else tonight.” His cold voice left no doubt that he didn’t want to be bothered again.
Taking a drink of his beer, he noticed Briggs move to stand beside Vida, who was already talking to another customer. She played it cool, gradually changing focus from one man to the other, seeming reluctant at first then more willing to talk to him.
Colton saw Briggs’s hand wander over Vida’s ass several times while she kept moving out of his reach, shaking her head no. Briggs picked up his drink, downing it in one swallow.
Vida moved towards the room where she would give the lap dance with Briggs, who followed after her like he was on a leash. Colton wanted to beat the man until he had several broken bones; instead, he had to watch.
Colton moved to where he could watch her performance continue through the glass. He was only going to give Vida enough time to get what information she needed then he was going to shut her act down. After that, he knew exactly how she was going to spend the rest of her night.
Vida closed the door to the private room, feeling Colton’s eyes on her back, certain he was even now moving towards the window to watch her from the window. Briggs sat down in the chair. He was definitely drunk, and probably was a little high from the glazed look in his eyes. Both conditions she hoped would help her get the information she needed without her having to spend much time in his vicinity.
“Come here, Trouble,” Briggs crooned to her.
Vida turned away in disgust, hitting the button by the door that would fill the room with music. Putting the best sway into her hips she could manage, she neared his chair and leaned over him, giving him an eyeful of her cleavage.
“Come closer.”
Vida knew he wanted her on top of him.
“I’m mad at you, Briggs. I thought we had something special going on, and you didn’t even try to help me with Digger. You were going to let him have me when you knew how bad I wanted you,” she said in a fake, stupid voice that she had heard the other women use hundreds of times.
“You seemed close to Colton. I didn’t seem too important to you, Vida.”
“I was mad at you. I didn’t want Digger. You were going to take me to his bedroom.”
“I wasn’t going to leave you alone with him. Digger doesn’t mind sharing,” he confirmed that he would have raped her that night.
“He doesn’t?” she asked, trying to stay on track.
“No, I would have made sure he treated you good. You would have had a time you would have never forgotten.” Vida just bet she wouldn’t have forgotten; being raped by two men at the same time tended to have that effect. He sickened her by believing she would have enjoyed the experience.
Vida moved closer, straddling his lap without giving him her weight. Wiggling and twisting above his lap, she forced herself to rub her breasts against his chest, heightening his desire.
“I don’t understand why he took me in the first place,” Vida probed.
“He hate’s King.”
Vida almost stopped her lap dance.
“What do I have to do with King?”
“Both you and Sawyer are under King’s protection. Everyone knows that the only one King ever extended that protection to was his sister, and he dismembered the man that was responsible for her death. Every shithead in town was afraid to mess with you and Sawyer. Digger wasn’t, he hates King, wanted to make King get mad enough to make a mistake and take him out.”
Vida let a tiny amount of her weight drop down on his crotch. “Sawyer’s disappearance and mine both show that we didn’t mean anything to him. He ignored the situation until I asked for his help, and he hasn’t gone crazy trying to go after Digger.”
Briggs grabbed her hips, trying to force more of her weight down on him. Vida could see he was practically grinding his teeth in his desire for more of her.
“Digger was surprised. When he took Sawyer, he messed her up trying to find out her connection to King, but she didn’t know anything. The only thing she came up with was she remembered an incident when you were kids and King had been going to see someone in the building you lived in. He had stopped to talk to you girls, but she didn’t remember what it was about. I’m not surprised Digger had her so high she could barely remember her name.”
If Vida had a gun, she would shoot him and not mind spending the rest of her life in prison. She was sure Colton and Sawyer would visit her. Vida didn’t remember King ever talking to them when they were little, however Sawyer was older than her and would have a better memory.
Vida knew a way to get even and spend no time in prison herself. Determined, she let more of her weight fall against his crotch, grinding herself against him, trying not to shudder in disgust.
“I don’t know why Digger cares about King. He is obviously the smarter one. I was looking forward to partying with him,” Vida lied, rising up from Briggs’s lap as he tried to arch his hips against her.
“He is; no one can touch him. He has women all over the place, even movie stars and musicians call for him to provide him with entertainment,” Briggs bragged drunkenly.
“Movie stars? Musicians? Do you mean Rock stars?” Vida asked in an awestruck voice.
“We charge a fucking fortune to provide them with a fuck that won’t go running to the tabloids to sell their story.”
“How can you stop them from talking?” Vida questioned.
“Digger sells them with the others when the star is done with her. The men don’t care; they just want their own personal little sex slave. They disappear, never to be heard from again. Their buyers make sure of that.” Vida shivered at Briggs’s smug face.
The idiot was bragging, not caring that he was telling her that Digger had the same fate in store for her if Colton hadn’t rescued her. They were freaking psycho’s. Suddenly, Vida remembered something from her introductory psychology course she had to take in college. Psychopaths couldn’t understand or care that their victims suffered pain, but pain to them was excruciating.
“But how can he keep all these women and no one knows? I imagine it has to be pretty isolated where no one can see or hear anything.” Vida tried to gather more information, not sure how much longer she could tolerate being this close to the monster.
Briggs almost came to his senses, his ingrained fear of Digger fighting the haze that alcohol and drugs had enveloped his senses in. Vida, seeing reason momentarily return to his beady little eyes, began rubbing herself faster against him. Leaning forward, her fingertips traced the sensitive veins in his neck that were standing out.
When he didn’t answer, Vida’s hips rose an inch from his and she pulled her breasts away, removing her hands from underneath his shirt.
“Don’t stop,” Briggs begged. “He has several locations. It’s like a fucking bus station; he moves them from one location to the next. They all are isolated houses, except for the one here in town.”
He continued, his hands going to her ass, “It’s right under the police’s fucking nose. The recording studio in town that advertises all over the country as having the best rates and sound techs available. The whole building is soundproof. Digger gets fresh stock in all the time, and he doesn’t even have to leave the building. The upper floors are legit, but the basement is used to train the sweet things until Digger moves them out. By the time we get done with them, they walk right out the front door and into the waiting car. I told you Digger is a fucking genius,” Briggs gloated, wanting her to admire the brilliance of Digger’s plan.
Digger might be a genius, but his hired help was a moron. Vida, with the information she needed and unable to stomach one more second near him without throwing up, was relieved when she heard the door open and Colton come in the room.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” he yelled.
Fear flooded Briggs’s face as Colton slammed the door back against the wall.
“Colton, I told you I had to work tonight.” Vida gave a fake squeak of fear as Colton placed his hands around her waist and lifted her off Briggs.
Viciously, Vida made sure that her thick, high-heeled stripper shoe snapped up and kicked Briggs in the balls as hard as she could manage. His scream of pain could be heard, Vida was sure, downstairs. That thought gave her some satisfaction.