just barely before pulling back. Damn tease.
He smiles as though he knows what he’s done, and I roll my eyes before looking back at the stage. I don’t stand a chance of keeping his attention in here.
He guides me into the rounded booth, and I sit down in the arch of it as Snake and Sarah join us. Drex leans back, his eyes on the stage as a new girl walks out. I already hate this night, and it’s just getting started.
“They don’t fuck these girls,” Sarah says, suddenly very close to my ear, and I’m forced to jump a little by the startling close proximity. “Believe me, I know. I used to be one.”
I turn to face her, and she offers me a bright smile and a shrug. That’s not very comforting. Snake met her here, and now they’re together. Obviously they do fuck these girls if they’re interested enough.
“You look miserable already,” Drex says, drawing my attention back to him.
It’s a little hard to voice all the thoughts in my head. Fortunately, Sarah chimes in. “If it were a bunch of guys on stage stripping and fucking us with their eyes, how good would you feel?” she asks him, smirking as though she’s baiting him.
That girl has ovaries of steel.
Drex frowns while glancing around. “It’s a strip club. She seemed excited on the way here.” His eyes turn to me. “What were you expecting it to be like?”
I feel like he wants me to tell him I’m having fun, but I don’t feel like playing my role tonight.
“This is exactly what I expected. I’m sure there will be more things I’m expecting to come later. Can I go get a drink?”
He glances around at the very full club. “I’ll order you something. One of the girls should be coming by any second now to take our order.”
The bar is just behind us, and standing a little lets me look over the back of the booth for a better view. Even the bartender is a sexy woman. He took me to his playhouse, and I was excited to come.
I’m so stupid.
“I don’t know what I want,” I say, shrugging as I lower back down to my seat. “Can I go talk to the bartender and ask what she thinks I should get? That’s usually what I do.”
I actually never order drinks, considering my twenty-first birthday is still a few months away. Until him, I had only ever had a drink or two in my life. But his lifestyle requires alcohol—lots of alcohol.
He lights up a cigarette, and I tilt my head. I’ve never seen him smoke, and I’ve never tasted it on him. “Sure. Take Sarah, though. No one will mess with her because they know who she is. They don’t know you yet. Tell Beth to put it on my tab.” He pulls me to him, and he puts his mouth right against my ear. “Don’t even think about doing something to piss me off.”
I’m not sure why he thinks I would, but I suddenly feel the tinge of fear that usually gets lost under the thick veil of false security I’ve had.
Instead of speaking, I kiss his neck, running my lips down to his collarbone, and I move to straddle his lap before I put my lips to his ear.
“Why would I want to piss you off?”
He thrusts up while holding me against him, and I moan lightly from the friction.
“Because it turns you on,” he tells me.
He gauges me and measures me carefully, and then he slides his hands to be on my ass when I don’t speak.
“Fine. Go. But hurry back. Elise is on next, and she’ll be all over me if you’re not here to help me run interference.”
I can’t help but grin, and he nudges me off his lap while cursing and saying something under his breath. Sarah slides over Snake who purposely doesn’t move out of the booth. But Drex motions for me to go the other way, and Sledge evacuates the booth quickly to clear a path for me.
The other club members have all taken seats at the surrounding booths that are apparently only theirs. But within the club, there are numerous cuts on numerous men—all of whom look just as scary as the Death Dealers. For some reason, they’re all looking my
He smiles as though he knows what he’s done, and I roll my eyes before looking back at the stage. I don’t stand a chance of keeping his attention in here.
He guides me into the rounded booth, and I sit down in the arch of it as Snake and Sarah join us. Drex leans back, his eyes on the stage as a new girl walks out. I already hate this night, and it’s just getting started.
“They don’t fuck these girls,” Sarah says, suddenly very close to my ear, and I’m forced to jump a little by the startling close proximity. “Believe me, I know. I used to be one.”
I turn to face her, and she offers me a bright smile and a shrug. That’s not very comforting. Snake met her here, and now they’re together. Obviously they do fuck these girls if they’re interested enough.
“You look miserable already,” Drex says, drawing my attention back to him.
It’s a little hard to voice all the thoughts in my head. Fortunately, Sarah chimes in. “If it were a bunch of guys on stage stripping and fucking us with their eyes, how good would you feel?” she asks him, smirking as though she’s baiting him.
That girl has ovaries of steel.
Drex frowns while glancing around. “It’s a strip club. She seemed excited on the way here.” His eyes turn to me. “What were you expecting it to be like?”
I feel like he wants me to tell him I’m having fun, but I don’t feel like playing my role tonight.
“This is exactly what I expected. I’m sure there will be more things I’m expecting to come later. Can I go get a drink?”
He glances around at the very full club. “I’ll order you something. One of the girls should be coming by any second now to take our order.”
The bar is just behind us, and standing a little lets me look over the back of the booth for a better view. Even the bartender is a sexy woman. He took me to his playhouse, and I was excited to come.
I’m so stupid.
“I don’t know what I want,” I say, shrugging as I lower back down to my seat. “Can I go talk to the bartender and ask what she thinks I should get? That’s usually what I do.”
I actually never order drinks, considering my twenty-first birthday is still a few months away. Until him, I had only ever had a drink or two in my life. But his lifestyle requires alcohol—lots of alcohol.
He lights up a cigarette, and I tilt my head. I’ve never seen him smoke, and I’ve never tasted it on him. “Sure. Take Sarah, though. No one will mess with her because they know who she is. They don’t know you yet. Tell Beth to put it on my tab.” He pulls me to him, and he puts his mouth right against my ear. “Don’t even think about doing something to piss me off.”
I’m not sure why he thinks I would, but I suddenly feel the tinge of fear that usually gets lost under the thick veil of false security I’ve had.
Instead of speaking, I kiss his neck, running my lips down to his collarbone, and I move to straddle his lap before I put my lips to his ear.
“Why would I want to piss you off?”
He thrusts up while holding me against him, and I moan lightly from the friction.
“Because it turns you on,” he tells me.
He gauges me and measures me carefully, and then he slides his hands to be on my ass when I don’t speak.
“Fine. Go. But hurry back. Elise is on next, and she’ll be all over me if you’re not here to help me run interference.”
I can’t help but grin, and he nudges me off his lap while cursing and saying something under his breath. Sarah slides over Snake who purposely doesn’t move out of the booth. But Drex motions for me to go the other way, and Sledge evacuates the booth quickly to clear a path for me.
The other club members have all taken seats at the surrounding booths that are apparently only theirs. But within the club, there are numerous cuts on numerous men—all of whom look just as scary as the Death Dealers. For some reason, they’re all looking my
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