Stella's Own

Part 12 Stellas Own

The weekend after the start of the semester Stella and Dante joined Tiff at the Fall opener party at Stella's Own. 

Dante followed her into the back of her family's club to a private room named after her, the 'Stella Parlor'. Behind velvet curtains was a dimly light room with glowing yellow hanging lights that looked like stars. Most of the people in this room were Stella's friends, and he recognized Tiffany right away, sitting on the couch between a few other women. The music was hip-hop rap and playing at a low level while the women mingled among themselves. What stunned him the most was that one of the men Dante had seen around the house was stripped, oiled, and floating around the floor like a prize hog. Any woman he walked by eyed him with hunger. Then he notices a few more men doing the same thing. They were prizes waiting for the highest bidder, which Dante had no doubt that Stella's friends had the money to do so.

Turning over her shoulder seductively she instructed, "Stay by the door, I need to mingle." Dante took his position and watched her saunter off in the skin-tight black dress that drove him crazy. He knew he had to control himself tonight making sure that the area was secure and she was safe.

As she walked by one of the men she gripped his arm and he smiled leaning down to hear her whispers. The man Dante had not recognized then smiled seductively up at her and nodded. She then walked over to the back of the room that was partially blocked by partitions, but he could still see through them to watch her.

"Good evening ladies." She greeted. Her friends turned to her and smiled back. "I hope you've found something of you're liking tonight, and if not behind those curtains are more men waiting for you."  Her male brothel was always a hit with her friends. She saw this as leveling the playing field.

Tiffany came up to Stella and drew her arm around her shoulders. "Well hello, Miss Boss Stella. Are you taking one tonight?" She cooed.

"Tiff, you know they are all mine. If you need help choosing I'll give you some advice." Stella replied. "The party is lovely by the way. I'm so glad I hired you as the manager." Her friend kissed her cheek and sauntered off.

Dante watched her float around the room greeting all of the other women. She was graceful but dangerous. She eventually came back up to Dante and stood next to him facing the room. "Amazing isn't it?" She marvled.

"No offence, but is this what I think it is?" Dante asked.

"Depends on what you think it is."

"Is it a male brothel?" He whispered.

Her eyes met his and were gleaming, "My father has his drugs, I have my brothel."

"In his club?" He pushed.

"Technically it's my club, bought with my fathers money. But any profit goes back to me, or this." Stella waved her arms. 

Now she had the look that made his knees give out with her hard stare. "Half of the men here work for us. The other half willingly came to me. Dante, I don't think you understand just how deep my reach is with my fathers men." 

"What exactly do you do?" He asked looking for clarification or enticing her to tell a dirty secret.

Her hands found the pit of his arms and pinned him to the wall. Stella's eyes were dark and angry.  "Men have had brothels full of women for centuries. Objectifying them, and abusing them. I'm not saying that the women do that to my men, but it's time to level the table. We are smashing the patriarchy." Stella pushed off of him and dusted herself off. Then she caught a glimpse of the semi Dante had. She chuckled with pride and walked back into the room.

Stella saw Tiff drag one of the men down the private hallway to a room, she breifly followed to check and see the number of rooms open and occupied. It was the beginning of the night, so no suprise that only a few rooms were taken.