Peni Parker Novels & Stories

Selena asked her. Parker looked up, a sad smile on her face, but her eyes disagreed. They glowed as if they had just seen something amazing. “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” She answered as she stood up. As Selena went to speak her throat closed, stopping her from saying what she wanted. “Because I was in the same room as the murderer of my pack?” Parker asked in her place. Silently, Selena looked down and nodded. With a deep breath Parker exhaled with her shoulders and touched Selena’s chin and pulled it up to meet her eyes. “I couldn’t be happier right now…” She grinned from ear to ear.

I have never been a fan of that part so I had Parker's hand in a vice grip. A lady in a very, tight and short skirt walks over to us. "Can I get you anything, sir, ma'm?" She asks politely and I smile. "A bottle of apple juice, some sandwiches and a glass of whiskey." Parker says and I glare at him for being so rude. She nods before walking away to ask Nadine and Denver what they want. "Can you be nice to her. She looks like a sweet lady." I tell him and he scoffs. "She's been working for me for two years now and has had my dick in her mouth too many times to count. She's anything but sweet, bambina." He says nonchalantly as he focuses on his laptop screen.

The staff gets paid fairly as well but makes less than the strippers and the owner. Parker Julian is the owner of this strip club and is a multi-billionaire. He owns multiple companies and products, but the club keeps his financial balance stable. Each night he makes sure that there’s something fresh and exciting. There are certain fantasies that he makes the strippers perform on stage. He invites celebrities to interact with the strippers or add entertainment. There’s never a boring day at his establishment and he’s never worried about competition.

Parker rolled his brown eyes while he scrubbed a brown-haired sling on his forehead. "Please. I bet the risk is higher when smoking these, "Parker responds and waves the cigarette across from Richard before stepping on it. Parker was a handsome man with a six-foot height and an average body. He was the type who trained so he could eat junk food without worrying about gaining weight. He was working in a real estate company where he would win employment of the month every month. Parker could convince anyone to buy anything of himself with his charisma and self-esteem. The two men went inside the bar and continued until they reached the back, where the outdoor bar was.

He turned to look at the tiny, little man. "Who are you and what do you want?" Mr. Parker asked, speaking around his cigar. "I'm Nic Andretti," Nic stated and stopped to stare at the man's reaction. Mr. Parker looked up again and dropped the cigar from his mouth. He quickly picked it up and stubbed it out in an ash tray. "Mr. Andretti! I-I've heard so many things about you. I don't th-think we've ever had the pleasure of meeting," he stuttered through his shock.