Jeremy blocked his continuing view, arriving with two slutty bombshells on each arm.
“Monica and Ciara, meet my boy, Chase. You make sure you keep him happy tonight.”
“Ladies…” Chase sat down on the plush leather couch, arms open wide welcoming them in. Monica and Ciara quickly trotted over to him throwing themselves into his arms. Monica’s barely there red dress left little to the imagination, while Ciara’s tight skinny jeans and black corset pushed up her overly fake breasts. Ciara’s hand found his inner thigh and Monica busied her fingers in Chase’s hair.
~ Chase ~
I overlooked the dance floor trying to find her. The base hit harder, colored lasers danced around the room. The lights went down low, and a red spot light on the ceiling came on. Lana Del Ray’s “Burning Desire” came on the speakers. A trapeze hula-hoop looking contraption lowered from the ceiling, with a woman standing on the bottom bar wearing a white plaid mini skirt that showed off an amazing pair of cheeks, and a white corset with halter straps. Two long pigtails dangled, dusting the top of her butt. Roxy.
I removed my arms from around the girls, whatever their names were. I ignored their protests and moved to the edge of the couch. So this is where a bachelor degree got her?
The music started and she pumped her hips and started to swing to the beat. Her pigtails trailed behind her as she lowered her butt to the bar, let her hands go, falling backwards, holding onto the bottom of the hoop with the back of her knees. Her tiny schoolgirl skirt flipped up onto her stomach, exposing her fit thighs.
Roxy’s fingertips trailed from her knees, over her skirted hips, and up to her large, heavy breasts - that were coming close to falling out of her bra, then they settled on her full pouty lips.
She then dropped further so she had her ankles supporting her from either side of the trapeze. She started to undo the white corset she was wearing. I stood from my spot on the couch, dismissed the girls and walked to the edge of the VIP section. Roxy removed her skirt; she was left in lacy white booty shorts, and a white bra. My mouth started to water, remembering how sweet her mouth tasted and how her body felt pressed against mine. Shit.
The crowd went wild, reaching up to try and touch her but she was too high—good, I don’t need to be kickin’ anyone’s ass tonight. Her corset dropped into the crowd as the beat of the song picked up and she moved fluidly into each position. She sat up onto the bar and moved her pointed toes as if she were sitting on the side of a pool. Roxy then moved into her next position. She put her legs up over the top of the hoop and lowered her head and arms so that she was resting on the back of her neck. She slid her one leg over the cable that was holding her hoop so that she slid down on her hip inside the hoop. She sat up a little and untied satin bows on ballet looking flats, and they fell into the crowd.
Roxy maneuvered into a split over the bottom of the hoop and threw her head back as she spun the hoop. The slow steady spin had everyone screaming for her. At some point during her spinning she had removed her bra, and was left with nude material and rhinestones covering her nipples. I looked at the crowd to see them mesmerized by her.
She ended her show by sitting cross-legged on the hoop, as everyone screamed and clapped. She did a scan of the room, her eyes hitting the VIP section- those big doe eyes met mine. Before I could read her reaction to me, her hoop disappeared into the rafters, and her spotlight cut off.
I stood there completely hypnotized. I felt like that show was only for me. Although she had no idea I was there.
“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Jeremy asked behind me.
“She’s something alright. You’re okay with her doing all that here? She was basically naked! Didn’t she finish with school, and that’s where she ends up, on a strip hula-hoop thingy putting on a show in front of hundreds?” I ran a hand through my hair, and then grabbed another beer from a waitress.
“Yeah man, she finished school, the whole losing clothes thing was new tonight and sure as shit wasn’t approved by me- that’s Rox for you. Like she would listen to me anyways. She works here a few nights a week- her shows are every other weekend.”
Jeremy’s sentence fell short, looking onward to see what or who was in my line of vision. Roxy. She was at the bar back in her previous outfit- tight leather pants, and a black sequin cowl neck halter that showed off her tan back. Her long hair was back down- curls and curves full of body, just how I liked my women. How I liked Roxy. What the fuck is wrong with me? Stop thinking with your dick, Chase. I reminded myself of my pledge to her father-to stay far away from his only baby girl. My words of promise were quickly fading tonight.
I watched as a man approached her, placing his hand on her bare lower back.
“I see nothing has changed.” Jeremy chuckled.
“I’m sorry brother, but I think I shouldn’t be rude and go say hi to our girl.” I patted him on the shoulder.
“Just don’t get caught up, you know what’s at stake. This is a different game than we played 4 or 5 years ago.”
“Yeah, I do. I’m just going to say hi.”
“Yeah, sure you are.” He shook his head and directed his attention to club business.
CHAPTER 5
~ Roxy ~
Good God I needed a drink. Of course he has to be here, of all shows- this one he sees.
“Just give me a shot of whatever, and a drink…make that two shots and a double,” I leaned over and shouted into Nicole’s ear. She giggled, shaking her head.
“What the hell happened, girl? You looked fucking hot. Jeremy won’t kill you, I won’t let him.” She winked.
“It’s not Jeremy I’m worried about.”
“Wait, say what? He’s here?” She stopped making my drink.
“Yes.” I licked my salt covered hand, downed my first shot of tequila quickly followed by a second. I went to reach for the wedge of lime, when a tattooed hand beat me to it. My breath caught in my throat as I followed the arm up to his face. I licked my lips as his light green eyes made my core ache. Without saying a word, he held up the lime to my mouth. I held onto his hand as I reached forward and wrapped my lips around the lime, taking his fingertips with it. I kept eye contact with him, watching his reaction to my tongue on his fingers. His tongue darted out and he bit his bottom lip. God, those full lips---if I could just. No, Roxy. He left you high and dry in a hallway, never to be heard from again. Don’t you dare fall for him…again.
I pulled back, leaving the lime in his hand. He threw it in the empty shot glass and went to lick those same fingers. I stopped him, and took his fingers in my mouth. Licking and nibbling them, as his eyes grew dark and he took a big step into me. Our bodies aligned and my self-control was lost. I reached up and grabbed the back of his neck, curling my fingers in his now longer hair that fell to just below his ears. He had hair like Uncle Jesse from Full House. Have Mercy! I pulled his face down to mine and his lips crashed onto mine. Chase’s hand immediately found my ass and the other slid up the middle of my back and slid around to the side of my neck.
I welcomed his presence, and he could sense it. He kissed me like it was the air he needed to breath and he had been deprived of oxygen for years. I nibbled and sucked on his bottom lip, as he had done to me 4 years ago. I could tell it drove him crazy, feeling him grow hard against my torso.
I slowly pulled away and leaned into his ear. I licked his lobe and he tilted his head into mine so I could have further access to his neck.
“How was that, Chase?” I whispered huskily into his ear.
“Fucking hot.” He squeezed my ass with both hands.
“Good, because it’ll never happen again.” I pulled out of his grasp and walked to the back hallway of the bar, which led to the changing rooms, break room, locker room and Jeremy’s office.
I went into the ladies’ room and braced myself on one of the sink’s counters, and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair looked like I had just been thoroughly fucked ten ways to Sunday, my lips swollen and pink, my skin
sensitive from his stubble. I touched my lips and giggled. The bathroom door flung open, making me jump.
“Holy hell! You two are fucking hot, I need to get some tonight after your mini porno!” Nicole yelled as she ran over to me and threw her arms around me. “You should have seen his face when you left him standing there.”
“Oh my God, did I really do that? What about Jake?” We had started to see each other right before I graduated. Daddy of course not only approved, but also encouraged it-since he was Condemned Angel’s Treasurer. “If Jake finds out…”
“He won’t. Just act like it never happened. Plus, Chase is VP of Hell’s Rebels now, he is so busy, this was the first time he was able to come in here-and we’ve been open for what, a year now? Plus, it’s not like Jake made you his Old Lady yet.”
“Ugh, don’t even go there. I have been trying to fill this void that I have from Chase, and Jake isn’t doing it. Let’s just leave it at that. Plus, I don’t think Chase would have let me kiss him like that if he knew I was with Jake. You saw how that played out four years ago.”
“Oh, I hope this becomes a hot and steamy love triangle.” Nicole rubbed her hands together then turned to the mirror so she could reapply her lip-gloss and adjust her cleavage. “Catch you back out there.”
“Okay, I just have to check my phone quick, and I’ll be up,” I told her, heading out of the bathroom and into the locker room. I checked my phone to see if I had any texts from Jake. One.
We need to talk. I’ll be there to pick you up.
“Fan-fucking-tastic,” I said under my breath, stuffing my phone back into my purse, and locking my locker back up.
“I’d say.” Chase’s large frame filled the doorway. I jumped and held my chest.
“Jesus Christ, Chase. You trying to give me a heart attack?” His eyes moved down to where my hand was grasping at my chest and I quickly dropped my hand.
“Wouldn’t it only be fair, since you just used my own line on me?” he pointed his thumb to the door. His eyes drifted further down my body, stopping at my exposed midriff. “When did you get that?” he raised his eyebrow at me, eyeing my ink.
“There are lots of things you’ve missed since you’ve been M.I.A. for the past 4 years.” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Oh yeah, Rox? I like where your college degree has gotten you. Up on a hula-hoop giving a strip tease to everyone and their mom. The only things that will help you out are if you replace your trapeze with a pole and lose all the clothes,” Chase spat out.
I felt my blood pressure rise. I didn’t even think twice, my hand reached up and slapped him hard across the face, my palm stinging.
Chase’s jaw clenched as he licked the corner of his mouth and looked down at me.
“You don’t know shit, Chase,” I shoved him hard enough that he stumbled a step backward, “How fucking dare you talk to me like that.” I went to push at him again but he grabbed my wrists and pulled me to his chest. I struggled against him, but it was no use. Goddamn it.
CHAPTER 6
~ Chase ~
I looked down into her chocolate colored eyes, her cheeks flushed with frustration, and hair wild. She looks beautiful. What I wouldn’t give to see that hair splayed out on my pillow. I shook my head to rid me of the thought, as I saw her lips part open.
“I don’t have to explain what I do out there. It’s a performance,” Roxy stated, as she looked me in the eye. Fuck yeah, it was a performance.
“Yeah, well is that how you want to portray yourself?”
“Fuck you, Chase,” I heard her bite out. I was clenching my jaw so hard, my teeth ached.
“Actually, not fuck me- you’re forgetting something- or someone I should say.”
“Jake,” she simply stated. I hated that fucker. Hated him the moment he laid eyes on her.
“And how do you know? You’re little blow-up doll side-kicks tell you that?” Oh, someone is jealous…
“Jeremy told me after he saw us at the bar. Rox, I’m already in over my head with your Dad. Now you’re shacking up with a Condemned Angels member while shoving your tongue down a VP’s throat from another club? How do you think that fucking looks for me?” I was pissed. I was putting it all on the line with her tonight. She does that to me- not give a flying fuck about anything or anyone but her.
“Okay, like I’m a whore, and putting the moves on myself here.” She defended herself, that little spitfire of mine. Mine- that has a nice ring to it.
“I’m just saying, Rox, if you like me breathing- we gotta cut this shit out. How serious is it with Jake?”
“Serious enough. I’m not his Old Lady or anything…” she trailed off, avoiding eye contact.
I blew out a breath and felt like all the work I did to stay away from her went down the shitter in the last 30 minutes. “You know I can’t talk club business with you, but this night club is the first project that we are doing together- combining Hell’s Rebels and Condemned Angels. A patch over. The last thing the clubs need is mixing in this type of way- especially you and I. This can never happen, Rox. Your Dad made that very clear.”
“Tell me something I don’t already know. My father nearly shoved the whole “Capulets and Montagues” speech down my throat that day. That’s what he told you isn’t it, to stay away from me?” She was pacing the room.
“More or less.” I shrugged my shoulders.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She halted and raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow at me.
“Nothing. Look I don’t know how often we will see each other with the clubs doing events together. For real, this shit isn’t happening again. I have an MC to run.”
“Right, your MC. I hope the MC cares about you, loves you, and keeps your bed warm at night.” She crossed her arms.
“Actually yes- it does all three.” I laughed, which only seemed to piss her off even more.
“You mother fu…” she started to yell. Our conversation was cut off with Nicole poking her head into the locker room with her hand over her eyes.
“I’m not peeking, I swear, I just wanted to let you know that Jake just showed up- he hasn’t noticed you’re not out there yet, finish the fuck up and get your ass out here.” She left just as quickly as she came.
“Well, you better get out there, don’t want to keep your Old Man waiting,” I told her as she straightened her black sequin top, showing me plenty of cleavage. This girl is going to be the death of me.
“He’s not my…” she stopped herself. “You know what, go ahead and think that. He’d probably be a better Old Man than you anyways.”
~ Roxy ~
I slid under the counter. The bar was built out of acrylic with neon LED lights that went to the beat of music. Nicole was busy pouring shots, so I helped her out by taking orders. I ran my hand through my long locks and turned to take the next order at the bar. There stood Jake. My smile faltered slightly and he noticed.
“Hey baby. I thought you weren’t going to be here till later. You want a beer?” I talked to him sweetly. Hoping I didn’t have Chase written all over me.
“I wanted to see my girl.” He put the emphasis on his words.
“Oh yeah? You missed my show.” I smiled at him and took the cap off his beer and set it down in front of him. His hand immediately grabbed onto my wrist, and he pulled me forward.
I kept my other hand between my torso and the edge of the bar. Please don’t smell Chase on me…
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