Hidden in the Shadows

Damien nodded, before leaning back in his chair. “I pride myself in taking care of my employees, and having that be something that is pretty much the best known part of the Canopy brand….Tee-Em. What happened tonight, you’ve been able to explain to me, but our clientele doesn’t get the same information. From their perspective, it might even be seen as you having somehow been coerced by your coworker to do something you very clearly weren’t originally comfortable with-” he held up a hand before she could protest, “-again, this is not fact, just a matter of perspective.”

Perhaps things like these were the reason Dylan often said he’d gone soft in his old age, but she wasn’t here so fuck it. “Go upstairs. Room 3B is clean and unoccupied, and being on the second floor has no cameras, etc.” The second floor was reserved for those who wanted real privacy. “Your dance has been pushed back already, so take a nap. You practically look like my girl Adriel sucked the life out of you,” he grinned.

DJ just let her boss explain the situation, not wanting to interrupt him - not that he was even letting her reply anyways since it seemed that he understood what happened. “Right.” She nodded as she glanced at the clock, wondering how much time she had despite the dance being pushed back. “Thanks.” She chose to ignore the comment about Adriel making her almost exhausted and made her way to the door since it looked like Damien was finally letting her go. 

Damien nodded as she spoke. “Yeah, the pay tends to be what attracts the majority of my employees, granted the rate of pay and percentage of commission is pretty intricately tied to the expectations of each specific position within the Canopy family,” he stated matter-of-factly, before letting out a laugh as huge grin came over his features. “Yeah! It’s become pretty apparent that this particular job, as you put it, is not something you’re accustomed to or entirely comfortable with -though if we go by your latest performance one could be forgiven for mistaking you for a professional…”

If it wasn’t obvious to her by now why he had brought her in, Damien would make it a little clearer. “If there are tasks within your job description that you don’t feel comfortable performing, that is more than perfectly fine. I don’t like the idea of fostering hostile work environments and nothing fuels that eventual dumpster fire quite like trying to force people to do things they don’t want to. Especially in a field like ours, where consent is key. That being said, I would humbly ask that if you have reservations, you let me know ahead of time and not make attempts to turn away clients -the decent ones who are behaving- on the floor…especially over a private dance, when less than thirty later you’re just going to give them the full monty anyhow.”

Tonight was clearly not a good night for her as whatever exhaustion she felt prior to all of this just came back ten-folds. “I didn’t exactly turn him away - I told him to take some time to decide what he actually wanted - which I did ask him about.” DJ sighed, though it wasn’t out of annoyance, “Private dances just aren’t my thing. He could probably have chosen anything else he wanted me to do and I’d probably be fine. At least when I’m dancing on stage, I’m with the other girls. More of an ensemble girl than a soloist.”  

“Simple, most of the people that come to work for me are either new to the town or don’t actually live in Fallcrest, just commute,” he replied. “Bit of a trend when people catch wind that the Canopy and Canopy 2 will always find a way to employ those who seek it.” His expression gave nothing away at the question she posed, but he did reply. “No…at least, not yet. I note that you have chosen to either not answer my other questions or have deemed your own questions to be far more important than mine. Which is the case, Dee. Jay.?”

The human bit her lip, thinking for a moment before eventually answering him, “The pay sounded good.” She opted for the latter, probably not surprising to the other anyways. This job in particular, no. I’ve worked a few clubs before though.” Her words then died out because she didn’t really want to answer the other question - also, did her boss really needed to know about that?”

Damien made his way back up to his office the mundy way. With a full house, a second shimmer wasn’t worth the possible risk of exposure. Taking his place back behind his desk and once again monitoring things downstairs, it didn’t take long for the knock to come at his door. “Come in,” he called out, waiting to hear the click of the door closing again before turning to face the woman.

“Daniella Jacaruso,” he drawled out. “You’re new in town, aren’t you? Have you ever worked in a place like this before? Or did you settle because we were hiring and it pays well?” He leaned forward for his last question, “When you chose Fallcrest, were you running to something or from something?”

She nearly twitched when her entire name was called out. The girl had been going as DJ for so long that it felt strange to have someone call her by her full name. “Yes I’m new.” She frowned, not quite sure where this conversation was heading. “Why?” The question wasn’t asked with attitude but with genuine confusion. The only reason she could guess as to why Damien would ask about it is if the answer could jeopardize his business. Or he wanted to see if he could deal with the ‘problem’ so he could fire her. Or simply asking out of curiosity and firing her nonethless. DJ was betting on the last option. “Am I getting fired?”

He chuckled wryly at her response. “Well, one can’t be blamed for thinking that there may  be some dissatisfaction on an employee’s behalf when said employee has to be coaxed into doing their job by a coworker.” His meaning was crystal clear, even if his tone was still friendly and a small shrug had managed to make it’s way off his shoulders. “I will say though, I can certainly appreciate the edge of attitude you were able to bring to the table as you addressed me as if I were the one causing an issue for you. Haven’t quite figured if I find it impressive or incredibly stupid yet, but it is definitely of note.”

Finally stepping to one side he simply said, “Hit the showers, then hit my office. Your dance number has been pushed to the last slot of the night, so no need to rush.”

DJ sighed but kept silent otherwise because there wasn’t much to say about it. Even with the way things were going, it didn’t seem like a good idea to actually speak right now. Her boss wasn’t happy and she shouldn’t agitate it anymore than she already had. Instead, she just waited until Damien was done talking before she was excused to go for now. She quickly made her way to the showers, and got herself a fresh outfit to where. 

Soon after, the brunette dreaded the whole way towards Damien’s office, knocking on the door softly. 

“When have I ever addressed you as Dancer 1823?” he shot back, “Doesn’t mean that’s not who you are while in this building. My point being, we don’t have to address things in a certain way for them to still be said thing. But I digress.”

He proceeded to reach out an arm and lean across the narrow walkway, effectively blocking her path. “Are you happy with your job, Daniella? Well, I mean I know you were certainly happy a few minutes ago, what with earning your night’s quote while getting to enjoy one of our premium services practically on the house…” He let out a lofty sigh. “But, that aside, is this where you want to be?”

“..Yes.. I’m fine with my job? Well, getting accustomed to things, I guess?” At the very least, she enjoyed the dance part. DJ was really taken off guard by Damien’s sudden questioning and she really wanted to squeeze in that shower before she went on stage today. “Did you want something, Damien?” She asked, “Like.. what brought this up? It almost feels like you’re expecting me to answer you with something else.” 

By his own admission, Damien was a lot of things, but a bad businessman was certainly not one of them. After all, he’d had over a century to perfect the craft -which was honestly the biggest source of resentment towards his father-uncle’s choice to cede his place on the board to his sister over him but. that was currently neither here nor there.

Glancing at one of the monitors, he took note of the newest ‘team member’ post-performance seeming to make to just up and leave the room like it was her own private bedroom and not, technically, just another one of their stages. Shimmering into a dark alcove, just out of any mundane’s sight, he then turned the corner to cut her off. “Well hey there Dani girl, where you off too in such a rush? Did something happen? You know you can talk to me right, we’re more than just coworkers, we’re bros!”

DJ swore as her boss appeared out of nowhere. “Jesus Christ. Don’t do that!” Her hand clenched on the robe she was wearing before she relaxed after recognizing him. “I’m fine? Everything’s fine?” She frowned, not really knowing why he was being so weird. “I’m heading for the shower to prep for the dance number coming up.” 

She released the robe altogether and put her hands on her hips, “Are you okay? You’re being weirder than usual, like.. when have we ever called each other bros.” He was her boss, and that was it. DJ had no idea what he wanted with her.  

A chuckle was all she managed in response to the attempt at taking a ‘shot’ at her. Instead she focused on sitting back on her haunches so she could reach up and untie DJ. She gave the younger woman one more glance over, and once satisfied that DJ was unharmed, she made easy work of swinging her leg over the girl so she was now standing properly off the bed. Years of experience made the movement almost graceful. Adriel bent down to reclaim her robe, and as she redid the sash she just looked over at DJ and said, “Show’s over, so you can take your time getting yourself ready for the rest of the night,” she paused before adding, “Unless you’d like to double your earnings and give them a solo performance next, of course.” And with that, she was out of the room and onto scoping out the floor for her next ‘job’.

DJ huffed as she sat up in the bed, rubbing the red marks around her wrist. What she wanted was that shower before she had to perform on stage tonight. Adriel was right earlier, she needed a change too. So without even another bat to the guy in the other room, DJ left with every intention for a quick shower and maybe relax for a bit before it was time to go on stage. Part of her just wanted to slip away in case her boss caught word of what she did tonight - not that she would ever think Adriel would snitch, but who knew who else could have witnessed her little spat with the client? 

At this point it was easy to tell that DJ wouldn’t last very long regardless of what she did or didn’t do, and by now Ade felt the Viewing Room had gotten its money’s worth. So with the deftness that comes along with practice, she eased her hand back out of DJ only to return with two digits, and a thumb to continue the pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves. With each thrust of her hand, the blonde made sure her thumb continued to ‘ring the bell’ and once a rhythm was set, it wasn’t long until she could feel DJ’s walls clenching around her fingers, seemingly trying to pull them in deeper with each new thrust.

A small twist of her hand, and her index was brushing up against that special button within the woman writhing beneath her to send her over the edge, and the half-demon would be lying if she said the woman’s release wasn’t worth it. As she hid her now glowing eyes, Adriel had to admit that it was always worth it. She slowed her motions down, easing the younger woman back down before removing her hand completely. She hummed as she teased, “Bet private dances don’t seem like such a hassle now, do they?”

The fabric was still digging into her wrist but she was so distracted with riding out her high that she didn’t even feel the sting. Her body was twitching as she struggled to steady her haggard breathing. “Shit.” She managed to chuckle though gave up as she dropped her head back against the pillow, turning her upper body so she could bury her face between her arms - and the other was still straddling her. 

If Adriel being honest with herself, this wasn’t necessarily something that she got any genuine pleasure from herself. Everything was staged, more or less, and it really was nothing more than just another one of her jobs. Of course, that wasn’t to say that her succubus nature would allow any of this to go to waste, and knowing was ultimately the better choice, she focused on the sating feeling she received from that avenue.

As such, it didn’t take her long to leave the younger woman’s breasts behind, as she nibbled and licked her way down her torso and stopping just above the hem of what she could already sense was going to be more than ready and waiting for her. She took one hand and swiftly smacked her palm up against the apex of the woman beneath her, palm cupping the sensitive area she knew full well would be sensitive to the lightest of breezes, and allowed the sensation of DJ’s pleasure at the pressure run down her own spine. Leaning back up to stage whisper in her ear, Ade said, “Looks like someone’s going to need a costume change after we’re done.” Without any further preamble, the blonde took her hand and slipped it beneath the ruined fabric, middle finger expertly finding it’s home in the warm moisture of DJ’s pulsing entrance, as the heal of her palm continued to provide pressure to the engorged bundle just above it.

DJ grabbed onto the silk that tied her to the bed, clenching it to her fist as she writhed around. The antagonizing pace that Adriel was driving her crazy but she was willing to stop complaining and let her friend do her job. She yelped at the sudden contact which was then abruptly interrupted with another loud moan as she felt pressure pressed up against her. Her voice grew louder as her hips grounded against the friction. 

The half-demon could only chuckle against her friend’s neck at the remark, one hand giing the hip a squeeze while the other roamed a little further down to give the human’s ass a nice smack. “I’m just doing my job, Sweatpea. If you’d like to call the shots, maybe you can be the one to pay for my services next time,” she teased, her mouth slowly making their way down DJ’s collarbone as she spoke. “Or maybe,” she began now using her hand to pull down the collar of the woman’s top, “You can just catch me off the clock.” Those were last words spoken by the blonde as she busied herself with lavishing attention to the rosy иιρρℓє already looking painfully taut at attention. After a few moments, she made sure to pay the other вяєαѕт the same attention. Wouldn’t want to it to feel left out.

Adriel could feel the urgency in DJ, not just by her reactions, but by her power as well. DJ’s essence was currently soaked in lust and it begged for a release, but Adriel had never been one to rush a job. She didn’t plan on staring now. Taking both of DJ’s wrists into one hand, Ade used her free hand to undo the sash barely holding her silk robe closed. With a few tugs, and the sash was free of the robe, only to be deftly brought up to tie DJ’s wrists together and then to the slats of the headboard.

With her own hands now free, she eased herself up and back to sit on her knees as she removed the silk robe to leave nothing but the light lingerie underneath. Adriel’s mother did always say she should dress for the job she wanted, and well…Leaning back down she made sure to use her hands to still DJ’s hips as she distracted the girl by sucking lightly on her pulse point.

With her hands tied above her, DJ let out a growl. Frustration mostly - majority of it was because she was turned on, the small part was actual annoyance because Adriel was taking her sweet time with her when she knew just how close she was. 

Her eyes followed as the silk robe fell from her shoulder, making their way back up slowly as if to memorize every detail and curve of the woman’s body. And she momentarily forgot her irritation until she realized her friend was still teasing her. “Taking your sweet ass time I see.” Her hands are tied, Adriel was straddling her and holding on her hips - DJ wasn’t able to even move. All she could do was let her friend torture her. 

Adriel couldn’t help but chuckle at the bravado with which DJ stated she was aware of where she was working at, when not twenty minutes ago she had told the same guy she was about to give the ‘full monty’ to, that she ‘didn’t do private dances’.

But the woman’s words weren’t enough, the bucking of her hips certainly drove the point home that DJ wanted a release and she would prefer it now. So without any further preamble or nicety, Adriel made quick work of flipping the brunette over beneath her and using the surprse of the motion to take hold of the other’s hands and pin them above her head. Slowly she lowered herself atop her and shifted her position so her right thigh now nestled itself just nicely tucked between DJ’s own. She raised her leg up to place the slightest of pressure against the woman’s heated center, and as soon as she went to make a sound, Adriel took hold of her mouth in a searing kiss that swallowed any noise she may have made.

DJ gasped when her hands were pinned above her after being flipped over in one smooth motion. Her eyes watched hungrily while Adriel position herself on top of her. She barely had time to register the pressure against her core when her friend captured her lips. Her lips opened slightly to swipe her tongue along the lips of the other while she slowly worked her hips against the pressure - letting her moans be muffled by the lips. 

Adriel felt terrible about this. It was true that she had a good control over her powers -more so than even her sister, as she came to find out- but it was still true that she didn’t have a complete understanding of them. Though the ‘happy ending’ she afforded her clients with the same massage was usually more than enough to sate them, it seemed that her friend may have been just a tad too repressed for that alone, and now she was even more frustrated. Thinking quickly, she made her way over to the man, and advised him on what he could spend his money next. He was quick to agree, and off he went to the ‘Screening room’

Coming back over to DJ, Adriel once again took her position, essentially mounting the girl, and began to gently rock her hips back and forth. Nothing too lascivious…yet. She needed DJ to fully understand what she was agreeing to. Leaning back down she whispered, “You do understand that every wall in this place has eyes and ears, yes? Is that something you’re willing to work with?”

“See, I knew he’d be willing to pay.” She muttered softly with a small chuckle. Her face was buried in her arms as she laid there where she had been wondering if she could will her frustrations away when Adriel hadn’t planned on giving her relief. 

“Ade. I know where I’m working at.” Her face finally re-emerged from her arms and turned to the side though she still couldn’t quite see her friend behind her. With a sigh, she nodded, “Yes, I get that we’re basically going to give that guy the live show.” With the woman on her back, she couldn’t even turn around to do anything but lift her hips up against the other.

Watching as the woman came undone under her touch was electrifying. The added sensation of feeling DJ’s hips press up against her as she made to move around, only helped to intensify the tightness beginning to coil in her lower belly. So to say that, by the time she felt the gentle tug on her scalp and was given what was practically a command, she was more than ready and willing to oblige, it would be one hell of a massive understatement.

Ade went so far as to lean back down, their lips but the whisper of a breath from each other, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. The half-demon knew that this was just the after-effects of her powers over the human, and it would be wrong to take advantage of it. No matter how very willing she appeared. “Tsk, tsk, sweetpea. Can’t give the client any extras they didn’t pay for.”

“Fuck.” She muttered, clearly disappointed that Adriel didn’t kiss her. Releasing her friend, DJ laid back down on the bed. “Maybe we should kick him out.” She murmured under her breath as she glanced over the man who was staring with quite the satisfied expression on his face. 

Should the massage leave her frustrated and not all at the same time? Her sigh expressed that sentiment exactly. “Fuck.” She swore again as she laid there, not knowing what to do with herself. DJ had to close her eyes to avoid glaring at man - it wasn’t his fault, she was just annoyed. “Unless he’s willing to pay for extras.” 

Men were incredibly predictable. Especially the ones that tended to find their way here. This one was so green that the reason he’d stalled on DJs original question of what he wanted, was because he was too overwhelmed by the prospect of either level of physical contact being, well, his first. This, however, was exactly what he was used but in much better level of 3D…

With every new moan and and keen that came from deep within the woman that now slightly writhed beneath her, the overenthusiastic voyeur provided Adriel with more energy, which in turn -as she was currently well fed- she could pass on to DJ herself thus keeping the cycle going. And going. And going….until she could practically feel the tension build in her friend just waiting to released. She leant down, pressing her own body gently to the other’s back and whispered in her ear, “Succumb for me dear.”

She was so close, and the little command from her friend just sent her over the edge. Hooking her arm around Adriel’s neck, DJ cried out in pleasure as her body shuddered. “Jesus fuck!” She swore, panting as twisted her upper body around so she could get a better angle. The human expected a simple massage - not whatever that was. She ran her fingers through the woman’s blond locks, gripping a handful, “Kiss me.” She muttered. 

The voyeur was clearly forgotten by the brunette but it didn’t even look like he minded. The show was giving him the joy of his life and that seemed to be all he needed from them. 

“Oh I can always be parted from an item or two of clothing if the need arises, but something tells me he’ll be completely content with what he gets to witness,” Adriel teased, as she followed the younger woman into the room. Giving her a slight nudge in the direction of the bed, she turned to allow the man to follow them in and closed the door behind him. She promptly flipped the switch for the red light indicator outside to let others know the room was in use -no locks on these doors as a safety precaution.

Adriel walked over the guy and whispered something in his ear that had him ‘at attention’ with ease, and her own eyes began to glow blue as she fed off his desire. Turning back to her friend, once she was settled on the bed, Adriel made quick work of carefully straddling her back at the hips, and began to work her hands over the knots in DJ’s neck and shoulders. She said nothing, allowing DJ’s own noises to fill the silence as she responded to her touch…and the little bit of ‘feeling’ she was sharing. Being a succubus in her line of work, both helped her stay alive and makes others feel alive.

It didn’t take long until DJ started to feel the effects of the massage. She didn’t know if she was actually that stiff lately but Adriel was working magic on her. True to her claim, this was not like any of the massages she ever experienced and right now, DJ didn’t even care to why that was. It wasn’t as if the other was getting to all her knots but it just felt.. really good? The brunette forgot about the man watching them, letting out moans and groans as Adriel slowly worked down her back. She was arching her back to the touch.