Chapter 2: El Cachudo y la mujer interesada

Tanisha never thought she’d see herself here at the Vanilla Unicorn. But times were tough and so she had to do a little something extra in order to earn that money. Namely, work as a stripper.

The manager Leon liked the look of her already. Of all the girls he had working for him, she was the only black one. During the interview, he even snickered when he shared that little tidbit with her. Tanisha was angry hearing that, but she just smiled as politely as she could. She didn’t intend to stay here long anyway. She just wanted this gig to be a part time hustle.

Not that that made the regular clientele of this strip club any less lewd than they already were. She didn’t like doing lap dances for strange men, but at the same time, she was glad there were guards around who would make sure these guys wouldn’t get too handsy both on the pole and back in the private rooms. And these cads were ever so eager to give away their money.

At the time, Franklin had started working with Michael and Trevor. In another part of Los Santos, they were up in the air, rescuing Mr. K from a debriefing courtesy of the IAA. She still didn’t understand any of it, but she knew no matter what house he had up in Vinewood, he was still part of that life. And she wanted no part of it.

Tanisha was just about ready to clock out. She was only wearing a white thong and pink top over her tits and put her over coat on, ready to head back home to her boyfriend, the same one Lamar couldn’t be sure whether he was a brain surgeon or lawyer. Then another man came in.

He was definitely a little on the older side. That didn’t surprise her so much, but there was a fierce gleam in his eyes. Well dressed too, this guy was definitely living the high life. He looked right at her when he came in.

“You miss, I’d like to have a dance,” he said.

“What? No, I’m headed out.”

“I said I want to have a dance.”

“Uh, security!” The guard popped around to see who the troublemaker was. But as soon as he did, he almost recoiled at the sight of the man. Then he walked away.

“Forget this, I’m going to see my manager,” Tanisha said.

“I don’t mind, I’ll come along with you,” said the pushy customer. Tanisha ignored him and went to Leon’s office. The man followed closely behind her. When they got to Leon’s office, he had been looking over some documents. He looked up at Tanisha and the man. But he had to do a double take, and the moment he saw who it was, he almost jumped out of his seat.

“Tanisha, why is he here with you?” Leon said. His voice was shaky and jittery as he spoke.

“Leon, this clown won’t leave me alone!”

“Do you know who I am?” the man said.

“Yessir, yes I do,” Leon said. “Martin Madrazo.”

“Good. All I want is to have a dance with this fine young lady. Is that too much to ask?”

“No sir, not at all. Tanisha, please...”

“Like the one and only Martin Madrazo would be here!” Tanisha said. “Leon, this guy is a fake!”

“Sir, if you want the young lady to continue working here, you’ll see to it that she gives me a dance.”

“Yessir,” Leon said. “Tanisha do as the nice man says.”

“All I want is a dance,” Madrazo said to Tanisha. “That’s what you’re here for, eh?”

“And my shift is over!” Tanisha said.

“I pay well.” He pulled out a stack of cash. “Does that satisfy you?”

Tanisha looked over to Leon. Still petrified. And money like this didn’t come cheap. She realized he was probably the real deal after all. She nervously swallowed a lump in her throat and looked right back at Madrazo.

He smiled as cordially as a man like him could. “Come now. It’s good yes?” he said, offering her the money.

“Fine,” she grumbled to herself. “Come this way, sir.” He smiled to himself as she led him out of the office, down the hallway and into the room for private dances. Sitting himself down, he grinned when Tanisha undid her top, revealing her dark breasts before him.

She got on top of him and gave him a lap dance. She knew all the moves, it was expected of all the girls here to know how to work a pole as well as gyrate herself just right on a man for his maximum satisfaction. But she kept looking back, hoping that the guards would be keeping a close eye on this one.

To her disappointment, there was nobody looking in from time to time. The same music was playing like just any other day, but this definitely wasn’t like any other day. She kept on making the same practiced moves, the same positions. Not that she felt any less awkward doing it. He bared his teeth in a cold smile, never looking away from her eyes.

Tanisha turned around and shook her ass in his face, anything so that she didn’t have to look at him. Though she wasn’t expected him to reach his hands up and feel the back of her shapely legs. She bristled and was about to turn back to glare at him. But she realized that with the way things were, that wouldn’t do much. He might even get off on it.

For a cartel gangster, the palms of his hands were a lot gentler and softer than she expected. Now that he was getting handsy, she couldn’t turn around or he might decide to touch something else instead. As long as it was just like this, it was fine.

Madrazo smiled to himself. A man like him enjoyed all the finer things in life, including women. After his wife had started to age, his power always allowed him to find other women more suited to fulfilling certain needs of his. And having such a range of beauties at his disposal, he learned just how to tease and please them just right.

He moved his hands up to her bare donk. Her face blushed from embarassment and anger. Thankfully he wasn’t being as lewd as she expected him to be. He was simply moving his soft hands up and down her legs and ass, almost like he was admiring a work of art, not saying a word. She knew she would have to do this for awhile, all the guys liked to take their time, and if she stopped too soon, he might even demand more of her.

That didn’t change the strange feelings welling up in her from him trespassing onto those boundaries. His big hands massaged all over her legs and butt, he really was paying her a lot of attention for being a cartel kingpin casually paying a visit to the strip club. It touched something in her heart, but as much as she hated it, there was a strong heat growing between her legs.

He noticed it too. He didn’t touch the piece of fabric covering her box, but with all the women he had daily, he recognized certain patterns and knew from the way that her body was moving that she was feeling it. It was time to step things up a notch.

He moved a finger to the mound of her vagina. Her body was on alert and this time she did look back at him. Not returning her gaze, he didn’t stop touching her there and even dipped a finger further into the cleft of her mound.

“This wasn’t part of the deal!” Tanisha said. She turned around fully to look him right in the eyes.

“If that’s how you want it,” he said, still smiling. She had gotten a little wet at this point. He had felt some of her dampness seeping through the bikini bottom onto his finger. But he made no indication that he knew this.