Lapdancing Girlfriend Ch. 05

"Diamond will have access to more secure areas by virtue of her being on the board of directors," the agent said, "but you should keep everything with you at all times if the opportunity arises and you find something worthwhile."

Seeing Dan's surprise at his statement, the agent laughed.

"Yes, she is an actual board member for DSA. We looked into her position a bit more and surprisingly DeWight designed the Spokesmodel position for more than just exploitation. We can only assume he did it as a tongue-in-cheek gesture, but it is obviously biting him in the ass now. That's why Miss Simmons was at the board meeting today," the agent explained. "Her main reason being there was a requirement of her position, not because she is new like you or to be humiliated—although I'm sure DeWight will find every chance he gets for that—but unlike you being there more as DeWight's 'friend,' she is an actual executive of the company," the agent told him.

"In fact, it's the reasons DeWight had to give in to her requests for more control on the dancers," he said, confirming Dan's suspicion the agents had listened in on the meeting. "Legally he could not refuse if it went to that point, although he did try to work it towards his advantage. His announcement of her taking over those responsibilities within the meeting was more of a power play with the managers than any acceptance of her being able to do the job," the agent said.

Dan suddenly realized Jen had been wearing her surveillance jewelry during the meeting, wondering how much the agents had known what was happening beyond her sitting in Chuck's lap.

"The biggest thing for you is not to take any risks that will get you noticed and raise DeWight's suspicions. You can fake being the new guy only long enough. Just use common sense—if you don't belong in an area, don't go there. Diamond now has more access to the company than you ever will, so leave her to find some the more obscure evidence," the agent said as they finished their coffees and eventually bid each other goodbye.

Although his meeting with the FBI agent was what he needed to convince Dan Jen was actually doing some good and there being a possible light at the end of the proverbial tunnel, the thought of Chuck having his way with her repeatedly was still upsetting and it was a long time until sleep came to him.

As the party started to get underway, Dan's thoughts turned back to early this morning, when he had driven to the airport in order to meet up with Chuck for the weekend here at his house. He had been troubled all day, knowing Jen's DSA Spokesmodel Debut Party was planned for the evening, and not knowing what to expect had him uncomfortable all day. It was also the first time he had seen Jen—beyond pictures or video conferencing—since the FBI had met with them, and he was worried about his reactions whether Chuck noticed.

When he had arrived at Chuck's house this morning his mouth had literally fallen open. He had taken a taxi cab here, and after they had buzzed through the gate and drove around the corner he could only stare speechless at the amazing house Chuck lived in. It was something you only read about in movie star magazines and such.

Chuck had met him on the porch, anxious to show his childhood 'buddy' the entire house, from the dozen bedrooms to full working gym and dance studio and the indoor pool which led outside to a grotto-like setting outdoor pool.

"Hefner has nothing on this fucking addition," Chuck had said, stating his pool was more natural and had more secluded spots than the Playboy mansion.

But was even more apparent was Chuck's attitude towards women not limited to only work. As they wandered around, Dan was surprised to observe three things about the house staff: they were all female; all were beautiful; and third, the most upsetting, all were clad only in high heels and a thong, walking around topless and practically naked! Once again Chuck's exploitation of women was blatantly manifested. Although the women seemed comfortable enough in their nudity and him, a stranger, wandering around, the fact Chuck even demanded such protocol left a bad taste in his mouth.

His reverie over the weekend was broken as one of those same beautiful staff members—now clad in matching black skirts to cater the party—brought him a refill of his drink, as well as a small plate of hors d'oeuvres.

Suddenly Chuck's voice came from behind him. "There he is, I'd like you to meet one of my oldest friends, Dan, or to use my childhood nickname, Three-D," he heard behind him, turning around.

Dan had been surprised at quite a number of things these past few weeks beyond the physical and sexual abuse of his fiancée; however, he was definitely not prepared to turn around and see Nick, the young FBI agent, arm in arm with Chuck!

The last time Dan had seen the agent had been when he had driven Dan around in the white surveillance van, testing the sound equipment and the connections to Jen's jewelry. The agent had continuously complained about not being able to do 'field work' and being stuck in the van his whole career, so Dan was completely at a loss as to why the agent was here and standing in front of him.

"Dan," Chuck said, "I'd like you to meet one of the luckiest men in the world," Chuck laughed. "May I introduce Nick Alexander, the lucky bastard engaged to our very own Diamond!" he said.

"What?" Dan said in total surprise, wondering what the hell was going on.

"Yeah, I was surprised too," Chuck said seeing Dan's face. "Who would have thought somebody looking like they had just stepped off a Goonies movie set would have bagged a girl like Diamond—no offense Nick," Chuck said, although Dan knew he could care less about the man's feelings, "but I have finally gotten to meet the man behind the curtain, so-to-speak" Chuck laughed.

Dan was barely aware of shaking the FBI agent's hand.

"Now if you two will excuse me, it's almost time for our big event," Chuck said. Looking at Nick he said, "You should be proud of your girl, she's surpassed even my own expectations," he laughed, leaving the two men alone.

"What the fuck!" Dan exclaimed in a hushed tone as soon as Chuck was out of earshot. "Diamond's fiancé?" he said looking at the FBI computer tech.

"Yeah, isn't it great?" Nick said excitedly with a large grin. "We've been trying to get an agent into DeWight's place for years. Rachel almost made it until she disappeared," he said back to Dan as he looked around the room obviously scoping the place out before turning back to Dan. "And now me, the computer geek, got an in. Not even Geiger has gotten this solid of a cover before," he said.

Finally, seeing Dan's expression, he blushed.

"I'm sorry, I know this is a rather abrupt change in things, but it just happen over the last two days," the young FBI agent said.

"How?" was all Dan could say, his mind still in shock at seeing the FBI agent here in DeWight's own home.

"Oh, I would have thought Miss Simmons—er, excuse me, Diamond, I'm going to have to get used to calling her by her real name," he said, his train of thought changing.

Dan had forgotten how ADHD the agent was as he waited for an answer.

"Oh yeah, well I was at your house fixing some of the surveillance equipment and in walked none other than Charles DeWight. I thought my ass was toast when he introduced himself, saying it was good to finally meet Diamond's fiancé—can you believe that shit. I didn't even have to suggest anything," he said proudly.

"Wait, you and Chuck were in my house?" Dan said in surprise. Then he turned to the agent and asked, "Why the hell didn't Geiger warn me last night?" he said as both he and the FBI agent watched Chuck getting on the stage with the two-story pole.

"You talked to Pat last night? I don't know why he didn't tell you," the agent said shrugging as he turned back to the stage.

Dan wondered if the agent had forgotten or was testing to see how he would react at a sudden notice; however, it was a moot point as his attention was also drawn to the stage as Chuck's voice came loudly over the speakers, drawing everybody's attention to him as the room quieted.

"May I have your attention," the adult entertainment tycoon said. "I first want to welcome all of you here on this special occasion. It has been a few years since Divine Silk Attractions has selected a spokesmodel, but I've been waiting until we found that very special person," he said. "I am pleased to say that all that waiting has paid off," he announced to a quiet applause.

Waiting for the clapping to subside, Chuck went on. "I'm sure many of you have seen some of the preliminary media we've released, but nothing has prepared you for what you are about to see and what you will see in the future. Tonight's a special occasion, as it is the debut of our Spokesmodel as well as the introduction of her to DSA itself, having recently joined the company. Tonight is your night to get to know Diamond—figuratively of course, not in the Biblical sense, that will cost you," Chuck laughed with the rest of the crowd.

Dan wondered what the Hell he meant as the man continued.

"Anyways, it's not me you came here to see, so without further ado, I would like to introduce you to Divine Silk Attractions new Spokesmodel, Diamond!" Chuck announced.

Immediately the lights went out, flooding the room in twilight as a large applause ensued. The only light came from the kitchen and serving areas as the scantily clad hostesses went in and out of the kitchen.

Suddenly the speakers flooded with Skillrex' 'Bangarang' as a spotlight turned on, illuminating the second floor balcony between the two large curved staircases.

Dan's breath caught as he beheld his fiancée centered in the spotlight as the crowd again erupted in applause. As the music started she began to move her body quickly to the beat, standing on some platform that had her raised above the banister.

Dan saw she was wearing a white lace and pink outfit with a long overcoat—which he absently hoped would not get tangled in her pole routine. The outfit was a skimpy lace bra and skirt, thong or G-string panty, garters, stockings, and tall stiletto platform sandals and she looked stunning with her tanned skin and perfect body.

This was Jen's element, dancing before a crowd, and Dan could tell she was immediately into the scene. He knew she must have warmed up earlier, as her body was lose and limber, also wondering if she had drank a little to loosen up, often needing a little liquid courage for her first dance.

The crowd was wild, screaming, whistling, and clapping, nothing like the quiet black-tie and gown affair it had been moments earlier. Now the ballroom was more reminiscent of a strip club, the mood rowdy and festive now that the party's main attraction—his very own fiancée—danced.

As the room filled with music Jen moved her hips exaggeratedly, shaking and shimmying with the music. Suddenly as the first chorus came across the speakers, "Bangarang, BANG!" and Dan cried out loud with the rest of the crowd as to everybody's astonishment Jen leaped off the balcony to the pole several feet in front of the landing, spinning completely extended in a perfect flagpole maneuver, rotating parallel to the floor as the music played and the audience cheered and clapped tremendously.

Tucking her body in, Jen immediately flipped/rolled to the crowd's amazement, now spinning backwards in a reverse grab spin while the crowd again applauded and cheered loudly.

Dan wondered how long Jen had practiced this set, as it was flawlessly in synch with the song, watching in pride as she again tucked her body in and hooked her feet around the pole, doing a perfect pretzel spin transitioning into an inverted flip as the crowd continued its loud praise.

Jen's body moved to perfection, her interchanges in perfect harmony to the song which beat fast and furious.

Jen moved into a combination daredevil and scorpion, ending in a perfectly straight superman stance while still spinning on the pole—which Dan knew was extremely difficult, seeing this was not a spinning pole, but Jen's body was elegant and graceful holding herself up by only the strength of her legs.

It was a testament as to how much Dan paid attention to his fiancée's dancing, knowing the moves as well as how difficult her maneuvers were, watching in pride and wonder with the crowd as she moved around the pole, performing one advanced technique over the other—and still two stories in the air!

Jen completed a few more inverted maneuvers high above the crowd before she slowed down, going parallel to the floor again in a plank maneuver, immediately converting it into a full moon.

Then, to the crowd's awe and cheers, she pulled her legs up into a handstand and did a perfect zero gravity walk as if she were actually walking on the wall as the instrumental portion of the song played.

As the music sped up Jen pushed her body out, parallel to the pole, and began doing a body wave, slowly working herself around the pole with her hands, again an amazing move on a stationary pole.

The crowd was hysterical as Jen again flipped over into a brass monkey spin, still high above the crowd's heads as she once again became inverted. Once more pushing her body outwards parallel to the pole, she began doing a flawless inverted body wave!

This was a new maneuver for her and Dan could not help but be impressed by the sheer strength of Jen's limbs as her body moved meticulously.

As the music came to the end Jen once again performed several advanced maneuvers, her legs fanning out high above the crowd as she did an initial eye opener move, then pushed her body out and performed a perfect Iron X again to the crowd's cheers.

Pulling her legs back in, Jen literally rolled perpendicular to the pole, her body extending out this time being held up by only her feet as she stretched her arms and body out, performing a perfect starfish maneuver!

Dan was clapping with the rest of the crowd, completely caught up in the routine. Jen always gauged her routines based on how well she could suck in not only the crowd, but him as well, as he always saw the ugly beginnings of the routines which often led to her failed attempts, but he was completely engrossed, caught along with the crowd in her mesmerizing performance as Jen's body defied gravity and physics on the pole.

The song came to an end and Jen once again inverted herself, her back arching as she fanned out her arms, held up by her thighs and knees.

As the brief silence between songs filled the room, Dan knew what was coming, and even he gasped as Jen suddenly dropped the full two stories, catching herself inches above the floor of the stage with her arms as she flipped her legs out into the splits, slowly pulling them together as she rolled smoothly on to her feet!

The crowd went wild, cheering and screaming as Jen began dancing to the next song, which, due to the roaring of the crowd, Dan could barely make out. Finally he recognized Iggy Azalea's 'Take My Pic' coming across the speakers.

After such a strenuous pole demonstration Dan knew this next routine—and even the one after—were going to be simple dance sequences, Jen's body needing to rest after such an initial strenuous pole routine.

As Jen exaggeratedly strutted down one of the 'V' extensions of the stage, her ass swaying with each step, Dan was again amazed at how sensual she moved, her body dancing perfectly to the rhythm of the song. It was as if she was made of rubber, her body moving sensually first down one arm of the stage, then to the next as the crowd continued to cheer.

Jen's hands were constantly moving across her body, squeezing her breasts through the robe and the top, then sliding down to her hips, her ass, even to her crotch which she cupped sensually.

She made dancing Seductive with a capital 'S' and once again Dan was completely absorbed in her routine.

"She is fucking amazing," the FBI agent said next to him, Dan having forgotten he was even there, so engrossed in Jen's performance.

Dan nodded numbly as he watched his fiancée dance. As she moved, the robe—fastened only at her chest—flowed behind her like a wisp, completely at one with her body as if she wore them all the time, flowing seductively in synch with her movements.

Returning back to the center of the stage, Jen dropped into the splits and rolled her body over, humping the floor and then doing a body wave on the floor while the crowd again cheered to her suggestive movements.

Inverting herself on her shoulders, she fanned her legs out into several splits before once again returning to her feet, her body swaying sensually.

Then the crowd roared as she slowly untied the lace robe, slowly and seductively removing it agonizingly slow as the song came to an end.

Although it was completely transparent and readily apparent what she was wearing underneath, the crowd roared as Jen took the robe off and threw it into the audience.

Jen pirouetted around the pole as the next song began, Dan recognizing David Guetta and Snoop Dogg's 'Sweat.' As the song played over the speakers Dan realized it was a club version, the actual title being 'Wet' as Jen moved seductively around the pole.

As she moved her hips, the small fluffy lace skirt fanned out, revealing occasional glimpses of her ass cheeks and crotch, hidden only by the small fabric of her G-string.

As he had guessed, Jen's dance for this song was less strenuous than her opening number, but nobody complained as her body once again became an extension of the pole, moving quickly and flawlessly to the beat of the song as she pulled herself up onto the pole.

This routine was composed mostly of fan kicks and inverts, purposely made to be flashy and have her all over the pole, but nothing strenuous like the first song's maneuvers. Even though her moves were beginner and intermediate level, her act was no less difficult due to the transitions Jen used in between each maneuver.

Once again she performed several body waves, this time standing on the stage and holding her body out from the pole, but her movements were no less seductive as her body flowed as if made of silk. Then she spun around, doing a 360 fan kick, spinning around the pole in a fireman stance as she lowered herself to the ground in the splits.

Jen—or Diamond Dan realized, knowing Jen's stripper persona was in full force—slowly rolled to her knees and stood up with her ass pushed out exaggeratedly as her hips moved side to side, her hair fanning out as she once again spun around the pole. This time she performed an invert, moving into a caterpillar crawl backwards up the pole, her body getting higher and higher as Dan and the crowd applauded. Dan knew this maneuver was difficult to perform, yet Diamond made it look easy as her body backed up the pole.

As the song came to an end, Diamond once again dropped, an audible gasp coming from the crowd as she caught herself at the last minute, slowly lowering herself until she was lying upon the floor, her legs spread as the crowd once again applauded.

When the next song came on Diamond rolled over and doing a cartwheel-like roll, fanned her legs out and literally slithered off the stage, landing on her feet as she moved seductively to Yo Gotti's '5 Star Remix.'

Diamond did a routine similar to her earlier pole dance; however, this time she used people standing in the crowd as her 'pole' as she grabbed one man, pirouetted around him, and then did a body wave against him before moving on to another man.

The crowd was loud as everybody moved around trying to view her as she moved from man to man, even an occasional woman, doing a lap dance while people were standing still as she moved around them seductively.

The immediate area around her cleared and with room to move, Jen she spread her legs, slowly lowering her torso and shaking her ass vigorously as the crowd roared in approval. Then Diamond kicked her leg out, slowly turning around as her hands moved across her body as she slowly stood up.