Forbidden Love: My Daddy’s Best Friend Novel – Oh God I beg you to enter. We have to stop baby. When I’m asked to dance with mask in a VIP room, I expect an usual customer. But this guy, has me captivated. Somehow, I lose control at his fingers and I want more. Thinking all about him, I go home. It looks like we have a guest. “Come see Uncle Jasper.” My father says to me. He isn’t my uncle. He is my dad’s best friend. I only met him once many years ago. Wait? Why he looks so familiar.
I stop crying and begging, I stay curled up, and I hear him leave, the sound of the door closing has me breathing. I look around me and see the door. He forgot the key! I peer through my fingers wondering if it’s a trap. Staggering to my feet I grab my keys and slowly creep to the door, my hand on the key as I slowly twist it I keep my eyes on the door to the bedroom. He never leaves the key in, I feel panic surging through me as it unlocks and I expect him to come out but he doesn’t. Opening the door slowly, I sneak out into the hall of the apartments, I begin to move quickly, unwilling to stop. If I consider what I’m doing I will run back, and I can’t go back.
I get outside and begin running for my car, my head constantly turning to see if I can see him but I can’t. As I slip into the car I start the engine and speed away. Speeding tickets for my freedom is worth it. I wipe my eyes trying to calm myself down. I’m out, and new panic sets in as I realise I have nothing, no money, nothing. I’m safe though, I keep telling myself to remember I am safe. After six hours of driving, I stopped and slept in the car. Making sure it’s hidden just in case he is looking for me. My body hurts, but I don’t have time to consider if there is any lasting damage. I begin to search the car, he often used the car himself. I search everywhere, finding money hidden in the book of maps. It’s enough for now. I don’t need somewhere great.
I use the phone he left in here for when I worked to search for places local to stay. There are apartments, the ad is honest, they are run down, and will be demolished within two years. Hitting the number I message asking if they have an apartment left. An hour later I get confirmation it is mine if I’m willing to pay £50 today. I agree and begin driving there. Stopping the car twenty minutes away, I get my old shoes from the boot. I walk to the apartments, leaving the car so if he does find it, I’m not close. I’m glad it’s late, it means no one can see I’m covered in blood. Walking into the apartments, there are leaks and everything, but I’m not bothered. I find apartment 102 on the second floor, walking to it a man stands there.
“Harley?” He looks at me and I nod. “As I said, it’s run down, old and grubby, £50 a week and it’s yours.” He holds out the keys and looks over my body, clearly, he has questions, but his building clearly shows he ignores everything. “When do I need to pay the next week’s rent?” “You gave me it for this week, so how about in four weeks you pay for those weeks, and we go from there?” He’s only been nice because of how bad I look. Thanking him, I watch him walk off. Unlocking the door I step in and lock it and begin to panic. It can’t be a set-up. I stand by the door taking a deep breath, walking through I ignore everything, checking the cupboards and behind furniture. There’s no one, I’m safe. I walk to the window and peek out of the curtains.
I watch cars and people pass, hours passing by before I sit by the window and fall asleep with my arms wrapped around my legs for comfort. I don’t want to believe I’m free, not yet, it’s too soon. The first day after my escape, I go to the shop and get food for the week, along with a sim card. I ignored the influx of warning messages and calls he had sent before taking out the SIM card and putting in the new one. I begin searching online for jobs, applying for a few that are not too close, that way if he happens to walk into the place I’m not local. I check my old number once a week, replying to family, but ignoring his calls and texts. He’s angry with me, he never made mistakes, but that night he made one leaving the keys in the door. It gave me my escape.
I can’t ever go back, and I can’t ever let him know where I am, so I will do everything I can to stay hidden. I will work, and come straight home. No friends and no going out. The fewer people who know me and the less time I spend outside the less chance there is he will find me. I peer down at the bruises, they will be gone soon. Then there will only be the mental scars remaining, even though I know they won’t go as quickly and easily. I need to go home to my family, but there’s a chance he will be watching there. Although if he’s smart, he knows I would never go home like this. I wouldn’t walk in and let my daddy see my battered and bruised, and I certainly wouldn’t let him hunt down Joel and kill him. I know he would, he has made it known he will kill for me, and what Joel did, my dad wouldn’t let that go. So, I won’t go home until I’m fully healed, and hopefully sound-minded.
It may take months, but if it stops my dad from finding out and doing something crazy and getting locked up it is worth it. I do miss him though, it’s been four years since I saw him. That’s down to Joel, every new bruise made me hide away, not to mention the past two years I only left with him, and he ensured I was locked up the rest of the time. Soon, soon I will go home and see my dad, I will feel safe with him, even if I only go for a small holiday. Chapter 2 Trying To Move On I wipe down the table and then walk back around the counter. Sam smiles at me and holds her hand out. I pass her the cup and she takes it, putting it in the dishwasher. “So, tonight?” She smiles and is hopeful I will agree, but I can’t. It’s been six months since I ran, and even though there have been no signs of him locally, he still messages daily. I won’t put myself at risk. “I can’t, sorry.”
I can’t do it. “Harley, whatever you’re hiding from, stop. It’s not happened.” Maybe she is right, but it’s still a risk I am not willing to take. “I can’t.” She rolls her eyes but nods. The workers here are nice, and often invite me out but I always refuse. I finish making the black coffee. Holding the cup, I turn to place it on the side when I hear the voice. “Hey there little mouse.” I jump, and throw the coffee all over, spinning I get ready to face him, but instead, I see a man with his arms around the woman whose coffee I just threw. “Dammit Harley!” I turn and look back at Sally. My eyes widen as I see Sam crying. “I’m sorry.” That’s twice now I’ve thrown hot drinks on someone. “Look, you’re a great worker and everything Harley, but this time I can’t ignore it. Pack up and leave.”
I go to argue but stop, she’s right, she can’t ignore this. The first few weeks I dropped so much, and then I slowly felt safer not jumping as much when I heard the door or footsteps. Last week though I dropped hot chocolate down Luke, I spaced out, and I somehow went back to there. Sally let me off with that, but this time I don’t blame her for wanting me gone. I walk through the back and grab my bag packing my things. “Look, I’m sorry. I know my workers would never take me to court, but I can’t risk this happening with a customer Harley. Can I give you some advice?” I nod as I throw my bad over my shoulder. “Get help, whatever happened, whatever this is, you will always be on edge until you get help.” I don’t bother replying, instead, I walk out and leave. Driving home I stop the car about the same distance as I always do before walking to the apartment.
I step inside and lock the door, doing my usual routine of checking all cupboards, behind furniture and anywhere else someone could hide. Once I’m satisfied it’s clear I sit on the old worn sofa, and grab the laptop. I begin looking for a new job. I have enough money to last about two months, but I need to get a job before that starts to run out. I apply for random jobs, stopping when I see an ad for dancers wanted. I linger on it for a moment before clicking it and reading. Dancers wanted. Identity stays hidden. We’re not a brothel. We are not a str1p club. We do not exchange sax for money. Experience is preferred but training can be given to the right woman. After finishing reading the article I send a request through to them. I like that my identity is hidden, it means no one will know it is me. It is also a place I know Joel would never walk into. Which makes it even safer.
Switching sim cards I message my dad an update on university. Right now though I’m lying, I haven’t been to university in two years. He thinks I am still going though, so for now I will keep up the act. Placing the phone and laptop down I fall asleep on the sofa. I wake hearing a scream, rushing I look out of the window, my heart pounding through my rib cage, I look around and see a man and woman. She is laughing now, her body thrown over his shoulder. I move back to the sofa and sit in silence for a few moments before picking up my phone and clicking on the message, it is from the club, offering me an interview tomorrow. I guess I will go, if it’s not safe, or anything I can always leave. Forcing myself into bed, I go to sleep, knowing that I need sleep to be able to perform tomorrow. I have no idea what they will ask me to do, or if they will even ask me to dance. I will need the energy though.
Waking I shower and shave, getting dressed in a small leather skirt and bralette and shirt I throw on some heels and grab my things. I can dance, that is how I made money before meeting Joel, but he despised it, and I ended up quitting, or rather getting fired because Joel wouldn’t let me go and I missed too many days. Maybe this is the way to find myself again, and get a small part of me back. Walking to the car, I then spend thirty minutes driving to the club. It’s far enough away again that Joel won’t know where I am living. Stopping outside I walk in, and a woman looks at me. “Harley?” I nod and smile at her and she calls me over. I walk to her and take in the club. It’s run down, far from a place that makes thousands. “Okay, so I will start with the rules. As the ad said, this isn’t a place to sell yourself for sax, anyone found doing anything like that will be gone without getting paid.” Wow, she’s blunt. “I don’t plan to.” “Sorry, some women think this is a job to get quick cash from guys.
Most dances are done out here, however, we do have private booths around the back. These booths have cameras, more so if any guy tries anything we have proof.” “Do you have to dance in the booths?” “No, whatever you’re comfortable with. We have eight dancers. Four dancing a night. Some nights it depends on the crowd. We have poles for those women who are trained and able to dance on poles, the others are just dancing. Do you have any questions?” She looks at me waiting and I nod. “Dancing out here, is it on stage or off stage?” “Out here, you dance on stage and between tables.” I nod thinking of the next question. “Dancing with customers, it didn’t state about lap dances and such?” “That is your choice, each girl can do whichever dance she wants, if you’re comfortable dancing and doing some on a guy’s lap, fine, if not, that is fine.” “Okay, that’s great, and how is identity hidden?” That I need to know. “If you get the job, there is a back entrance, it isn’t connected to this building.
Our dancers come through it from next door. All dancers wear masks that cover their entire face. If you’re comfortable with it, you can wear a wig and such. Masks are mandatory, all dancers must use that entrance, never this one.” Well, that makes me feel better. Sitting we discuss it some more, and I find myself loving the place. Chapter 3 Dancing After the initial interview, Belinda had me dance, and at first, I was sure I would throw up, but I didn’t, and by the end, she was smiling and nodding. She offered me the job and gave me my own code for getting through the dancer’s entrance. I decided to go shopping after, realising I no longer had anything suitable for the job. After buying new clothes I headed home and began to practice, more because I was anxious. I like that the routines are not planned, each dancer can do her own thing, so it removes the stress of trying to remember moves.
Freedom to dance in any way I want is what I need. Unrestricted, it’s when I dance the best. By eight pm I am in bed and tired, knowing that tomorrow is my first day. Well, tomorrow night is. Waking I get myself ready, then sit with my phone, switching the sim cards over again. As soon as it powers on the messages begin to flood, ignoring his and any unknown numbers I search out my dad and read his message. He tells me the club is going great, and that my mum and sister are good as well. He doesn’t mention Joel which is great, it means he hasn’t shown up there. I reply with a quick message that I am drowning in university work but hope to come home to visit in a few weeks. I say weeks knowing it will be months more than likely, but saying weeks will make him relax and be happy. I don’t wait for his reply before taking out the SIM card and putting in the new one that I use for work and such. I spend the day trying to relax, ready for tonight. Before I know it, it’s time to leave.
Grabbing my things I leave, driving to the club I go the way that Belinda said. Walking through I stop seeing a man. “Harley?” I nod to him. “I’m Rob, I own the place. Belinda is better at finding women suitable than I am. I will show you where the other girls get changed, sometimes they get changed halfway through the night, it also has a small kitchen so on your break you can sit in there.” I nod and follow him around, he stops next to a door. “Toilets, these are for the dancers only! The door opposite is the room where dancers get changed, sit and relax on break. Again, purely for dancers. Security toilet, their break room.” He points to the next two doors. “Thank you.” I am glad things are split, it will make me feel better. “Okay, you have fifteen minutes then come out, you can stay on stage, move, it’s your choice as Belinda said.
Here’s your mask, it has your name inside, your stage name that is. Never use your real name, Harley.” “That’s great thank you.” He nods and walks off, walking through to the room I sit down, my head falling back. I’m glad none of the women are in here. I need five minutes to compose myself. An hour later I feel relaxed, dancing through the tables. I ensure I sat on the opposite side of the men, ensuring the table was between us. All the men are wearing masks, which I like, it means I have no idea if the guy I served coffee just a week ago with his wife is currently watching my hip shake. I smile to myself at that, I like this place, it’s better than the place I danced at before. My first few weeks at the club went great, by the time three months had passed, I was comfortable dancing closer to the guys. And now, six months later, I’m comfortable dancing on their laps. Which I am, I smile and move against him, and he keeps his hands off my body, other than a few times to slip money into the waistband of my skirt. I move dancing between the tables, stopping at the next. I roll my eyes seeing the other dancers.
They are here for money, I mean I am but not like them. I dance through the tables, linger for a couple of minutes and move on. The girls here are leeches, they dance through the tables, but all their attention and energy stick to the rich guys. It might mean they get a lot more cash tonight, but then the guys never come back once they realise how much they went through. I also hate the rich ones, they are usually old, fat and don’t even try to hide their wedding rings. They often try to feel you up as well. So while I dance with them, I barely do lap dances for them, and I certainly don’t dangle on them. As I dance I see Rob waving me over. I move, dancing through the tables, before stopping at him. He is standing by a pole, so I dance as I wait for him to talk. “How much would you object to extra cash?” I stop mid-spin at his words. “I know you say no and refuse but please? I wouldn’t ask you Harley if it wasn’t important.” “Why not just get one of the others to dance for them?” I don’t do private booths.
“Because the men can see the difference. They can see the difference between someone who dances because they love to dance and those who are doing it to try milk cash.” I keep dancing on the pole. “Rob, I don’t do private dances.” “What if I give you double, for the whole night? Including double the tips men give you.” I laugh at his words. “Are you crazy?” He must be to offer me that. “No, I just know this man is a client we want and need. You know the booths ask for a reasonable donation, he paid five k, for an hour.” I stop mid-swing. That’s a lot, most pay one to three hundred, and he paid five thousand? “Look, all I am thinking is if we impress him, he may speak to more of his friends, and bring them here.” He hopes, but it’s unlikely. Most don’t return. “Okay, but then I want all my holidays. All at once, I will leave Monday to see family, I have a month off.” I should go home and see my dad. “Fine. You get the five k he paid for the room, double our usual pay as well. And you can take your time off after this weekend. He’s in the blue room.”
He smiles and walks off. Getting down from the pole I dance towards the hall with the rooms, once there I stop. Am I really doing this? I have been in the booths before when dancers took too long and I had to go in and remind them time was up. Often the men were old, heavily overweight, and grubby. They had secrets to keep hidden and used the room to hide them. Chapter 4 Him I take a deep breath and walk into the room, I turn and look at the man, and stop. “Well.” The words escape before I can stop them, he isn’t like anyone who usually comes here, not the rich guys or the ones living down to the last penny. He’s wearing a suit that shows his muscles bulging from within it. He has tattoos along his hands and up his neck, with a beard just showing below his mask. His blue eyes instantly draw me in. He reminds me of a biker, like at my dad’s club. I shouldn’t like bikers, but thanks to Daddy and our trips there I do love them. I hear his slight chuckle as the music starts. “Sorry.” I wasn’t expecting this, I move into the room and start dancing on the pole first, after ten minutes I dance towards him, and he keeps his eyes on me as I dance against him. Nothing but the sound of music fills the space between us as I dance against him.
“Do you do this often?” His question causes me to laugh. “I work here, so what do you think?” I turn so my back is against him, my body grinding against his, and he groans. “I think based on how you’re moving and what you’re doing to me you dance a lot. Maybe even for years.” His head falls back and I laugh. “Kill me now.” “Is my dancing that bad?” “No, but this is torture. I came to pass time before a meeting, I may regret that decision.” I smile at his words and keep moving against him. “A lap dance before a meeting could have its benefits, it will be a calm meeting.” He laughs and nods. “I’m not sure I could walk out of here, go to my meeting and not keep imagining this over and over.” His words taunt and I purposely push against him harder and he groans. “Do they train you on how to make guys want to bleed?” I smile and shake my head. “No, that’s my signature move.” I turn and face him, moving against him more. “So, can you give me a name?” His head tilts and I continue to dance. “Scarlet.” “Okay, Scarlet, I know that isn’t your name, so I will give you my dance name, which is.” He considers it and I laugh. “I have no idea what a male dancer’s name would be to give one.” I consider a name and laugh.
“How about Spanky McPants? What do you think Mr. Spanky Mcpants?” He laughs and then groans as I dip against him. “Sure, sure, I’ll agree.” His head falls back and I continue to dance. “So, you dance much in these rooms?” His question is quiet and I shake my head. “You’re the first Sir, I guess you got lucky.” “Lucky would be to see if the face I am imagining is beneath the mask.” I laugh before tutting and shaking my finger at him. “Masks never leave the faces, Sir, let’s be honest, even if I took it off, we all wear masks in our daily lives anyway.” He nods and smiles. “True. I don’t think this is fair though, that you get to touch me, rub your body against mine and my hands have to stay here. Because I’m guessing if I so much as inclined to touch you, alarms will sound.” His words flow through me as I dance, and call me crazy but I like this guy. I move and place his hand on my thigh and feel him freeze before he chuckles. “No sirens.” He looks around amazed. “We have panic buttons. Sirens won’t start for you touching me. I keep moving and he nods, his hand staying in the same place. I move and turn with my back against him, dancing against him again. “Scarlet, I think you may need to stop soon.”
I smile hearing him, and move back against him, pushing my body against him more. “Or, I could really work my magic, so you go home craving me.” I place his hand on my thigh again. “I’m sure we’re breaking rules right now Scarlet, just how many would be broken if my hand decided to move up more?” I moan at his words and slide his hand up more. “Only one way to find out.” I release his hand and he continues to move it until it’s between my legs. A small moan escapes my lips as he cups my sax, and my hips roll against him, causing his fingers to rub against me. I want him to touch me, I haven’t wanted anyone like this in years. He moves quickly, lying me down on the sofa so his body is above mine. He keeps his fingers against my sax as he kisses around my chest, before leading kisses down to the waistband of my skirt. His finger traces the tattoo there. A small scream escaping my mouth as he bites and kisses my chest, my hips pushing up to him. I feel his fingers push inside of me, and I move my hips against his hand. I expect him to slow down or stop, but he doesn’t instead his fingers speed up, his mouth encasing my two dots as the cries of pleasure escape my lips and I continue to grind against his fingers.
“Well.” I can’t believe that just happened. I watch as he moves back, his fingers raising to his mouth and he licks them into it. I hear a low growl escape his lips and I go to reach for him before he quickly stands. “I should leave. It was nice meeting you Scarlet, maybe next time I have a few hours to wait for a meeting I will see you again.” I go to speak but he turns and walks to the door, dropping money into the bowl he walks out. My body falls back on the sofa. I don’t even know how that happened, or why? I was right in saying call me an easy girl, because I literally just got off and come around some random guy’s fingers and I don’t even know his name. Standing I sort myself out and pick up the money, there is at least three grand here? What does he do, print money? I laugh and head out, finishing my dances for the night before going home. Chapter 5 Going Home The weekend passed by quickly, but I couldn’t get Mr. Spanky McPants out of my head. I have craved him every day since, but Rob hasn’t mentioned his return. It leaves me curious as to who the guy was, there was no mark for a ring, so he wasn’t married. He must have secrets though to hide in the booths. Either that or he literally wanted a private show.
Not that it matters, every night I have craved him, and every night I try and relieve the tension, but I stay stuck on the edge. I imagine him there above me, but nothing works. It’s like I need him to finally finish, which is crazy as I don’t know who he is or where he would be. My moans get louder as I move the toy within my sax, but just like last night, I am on the edge craving more, craving him, and I don’t understand why. Giving up I throw it in the drawer and pack my bags before leaving. I spent three hours driving to my parents. I need to do this, my dad is messaging far more than he had before. I just need to make sure I stick to my story. It’s the break so that is why I’m not at university. As I stop outside the house I smile seeing the bikes. I missed home, I missed my dad. Getting out of the car I grab my bags and walk in, I can hear my dad laughing and it makes me smile instantly. I step through the door and he looks up. “Princess!” He rushes to me, his arms wrapping around my body, and I settle against him, I feel safe with him. “It’s about time, it’s been years!” I nod and smile up at him.
“Please say you’re staying.” “Daddy I have a month off so I will stay.” “Good, you disappear too much princess.” “She’s wild like her father. Aren’t you Harley?” I laugh and nod at my mum, giving her a quick cuddle. “I message you, dad.” I do, every week. “It’s not the same, you changed your hair colour?” He looks at it and smiles. “Yeah, I wanted a change.” I didn’t, but changing my hair from blonde to black would make it harder for Joel to recognise me at a distance. “Come see Uncle Jasper. You remember him right?” I laugh at his words and nod. “I do, although it’s been about six years Daddy, he wasn’t here when I visited.” He isn’t my uncle, but he is my dad’s best friend and I call most of the guys from the club who are close to my dad’s uncle. Jasper though practically lived here while I grew up, he and my dad never left each other. “He’s been busy with his empire princess. Just as I have. Come through.” He nudges me and I nod, walking through the house we go into the back garden. I see my sister Ivy lounging by the pool and I have to laugh. Of course, she hasn’t left home. “Harley, you finally came home?” She laughs looking at me. “I did, I see you haven’t moved out yet.” She glares at me and I laugh. “Enough! Ivy, Harley has just come home and you’re already starting. Leave her alone!” I smile at my dad and he cuddles me.
“Jasper, you remember my princess right?” My dad smiles at him and he nods. “I remember her as a snotty nose teenager, not a young woman Rooster.” His voice is familiar, rough and sexy, I shake my head of the thoughts and laugh at his words, Rooster is the name everyone calls my dad from the bike club. “I still remember her punching you in the knackers when you stole her ice lolly.” My dad laughs and we all do. “Oh, I remember that alright, never steal candy from a child again.” Jasper laughs. “Right princess, get changed, you can’t be sat in the sun like that. Uncle Jasper will take your stuff upstairs.” I go to argue but don’t get a chance as Uncle Jasper walks into the house and grabs my bags. I move and walk in, as I’m going upstairs I pass him. “You grew a few more inches.” He laughs and I roll my eyes. “I sure did Uncle Jasper, so no more calling me names as I’m sure when I have my heels on I am taller than you.” His eyes widen at my words and he laughs. “I can still call you kiddo though.” I groan at that and walk upstairs. I get changed and put on a skirt and cropped top before walking back down. I lie back on the sun lounger. “So, tonight we have a family meal princess. You can catch us up on everything, agree?”
My dad looks over at me and I nod. “Sure thing Daddy.” I won’t argue with him. If it makes him happy I will do it. I spend the day by the pool, mostly talking to my dad. I feel Ivy’s eyes burning into me as she glares at me the whole time. “Kiddo, go help your mum finish cooking.” My dad looks at her and I see the argument coming, so I stand up. “Don’t worry Daddy, I will. It will give us a chance to talk.” I walk into the house, not wanting stress from ivy. Walking to my mum I begin cooking, she looks at me and smiles. “So, how are things with Joel, your dad never mentioned you saying anything when you spoke?” “We finished ages ago mum.” “Why? He was a lovely boy.” I almost gag at her words. “No mum, he was weird, checking my phone, and listening to my calls when he didn’t think I noticed. Anyway, no boys, not until I finish studying and settle somewhere permanent.” “Fine, get my the plates out please.” She points to the cupboard, walking to it I reach up and grab the plates. I hear my dad laughing as he walks in. “Princess!” I jump and turn to look at him. “What Daddy?” “You marked your body again!” He points at my hip, and I fight back the smile. “It’s only one.” Okay, it’s not but the others are more hidden.
“No, because you had one done before you visited last time remember, so that’s two. Your body is perfect.” “You can’t shout at me Daddy, you have plenty yourself. Please, I like it, and it was drawn especially for me by a friend.” “It helps that it is unique, but no more, your body is already perfect.” He looks at me and I turn rolling my eyes. “And do not roll your eyes.” We all laugh and I turn smiling. “I promise Daddy, no more tattoos.” He’s looking at me like he doesn’t believe me. “I’m guessing it looks a mess.” Uncle Jasper laughs and I walk over, I pull down the waist of my skirt slightly and he swears. We look at him confused. “Sorry, I was expecting it to look mess and like a child had doodled on her. At least it was someone who can tattoo.” He shrugs his shoulders but keeps looking at me weirdly all through dinner. I agree to go to the club, well to meet him there. I watch him and Uncle Jasper leave. Getting changed into black skinny ripped jeans I drive to the club. It’s been more than seven years since I have been here. I stop outside and walk in, I hear someone whistle and look around confused.