by Avery Abbott
“Don’t worry about it. Take off your top…slowly,” I ordered her, my greedy eyes taking in her tits popping out of her tiny top.
She swallowed and undid the top button, which was pretty damn low to begin with. I grasped her hips and ground into her, letting one hand slip underneath to cup her ass, which was bare, but I felt a shred of lace. “You’re fucking stunning, you know that?”
She shook me off. The song changed and it made me smile. It was a seductive version of Stevie Nick’s Leather and Lace with a little more tempo to it.She smiled and I swore that, too, did me in. “Funny enough this is my favorite song.” Those eyes and that smile were both equally powerful weapons she had against me. Every single time I saw them they annihilated me. Another button undone. And even though I barely knew squat about her, I was happy to gain that little piece of info she had shared.
“Fuck, babe, I can smell you from here.”
“What?” She froze, a blush skated across her cheeks.
“You want me and I want you. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you, but you were like this scared little kitten.”
Another button and I swore to Christ I could feel her wetness on my jeans from her barely covered pussy.
She untied the bottom of her shirt, letting it hang open. I lifted my hands and slid it down her shoulders until it hit my lap. “Give me those lips, Sunshine.” Asking her to kiss me surprised me, since I tried to avoid that with these girls. I was more of a get in and get out kind of guy.She came close.
Closer.
But stopped short.
Her tits were pressed against my chest. My hands cradled her neck, pulling her lips just shy from mine. “Am I doing this right?”
“Babe, the second you walked out here dressed like a schoolgirl, every dick got hard and these fucking braids…as soon as I saw them I wanted nothing more than to yank them back and fuck those red lips of yours.”
Her eyes grew wide and I realized I took it a little too far, too quickly with her.“Relax, I’m not going to make you, just been dreaming of seeing them wrapped around my cock since I met you.”
She looked away and I felt like a perverted asshole, which was new for me, considering I was a perverted asshole. My hand clasped her chin, forcing her to face me and that was when I saw the tears. I closed my eyes.
“Fuck,” I mumbled. “Shaw, it’s okay I just got caught up in all this. Babe, hottest fucking thing I have ever seen work a pole. You’re a natural on that floor.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” She sniffled, my hand was still clasping her chin, so I pulled her down and touched my lips to hers, but only briefly, needing one little taste. And even though I was being the good guy, I knew that touch, that taste, was going be the only one I would ever want anymore, but I couldn’t stop myself.
She pulled back, watery eyes shining back. “Howie is going to fire me.”
I shook my head. “No, he won’t. I won’t let him and he doesn’t have to know what went down in here. That’s only between us.” I scooped her ass in my hands and stood with her until her heels hit the floor. I reached down and nabbed her shirt, slipping it back on her and even buttoned it up, she was still so shaky.
The song changed to Bob Segar’s “Her Strut.”
“Six more minutes and you’re done. We can just hang and talk.” I turned and grabbed my beer. “Here, take this.” She did, but I took note she didn’t take a sip, just held on to it, picking at the label.
“Johnny?” she mumbled, her lip trembling.
“Yeah?” She looked up her eyes were still watery, but all I saw were long, thick black lashes collecting those little tears. “I really am sorry. When I saw it was you, I wanted to give you a good birthday present, one I would never give anyone else.”
I cupped her face. “Babe, you did. Best ever.”
She looked down, biting her lip. “But…” her eyes landed on my dick pushing through my jeans.
“Don’t worry about it.” I brushed my lips against hers. “I’ve had blue balls before. Not the end of the world. I have an odd feeling this is one of many when it comes to you.”
After the fourth song finished, another odd choice, “Dirty Woman” by Pink Floyd. I still had learned nothing more of the infamous Shaw except her favorite song—she obviously liked classic rock and she was a workaholic, apparently taking on two jobs, before she ducked behind the curtain.
She went to the back and I went to find Howie. My eyes scanned the crowd to see my boys tossing money on the stage, garnering the sole attention from Cherry. She was Hound’s favorite dancer. I felt a clap on my back.
“How did Harley do?”
“She did good.”
“Glad to hear.”
“Let’s get a drink.” He followed me to the main bar and then ducked underneath, pouring two Manhattans. One slid my way, so I took it, and sipped it.
“So what’s up, Scout?”
“Straight shooting, Howie, I don’t want her dancing anymore,” I ordered, hastily, even with the promise to her she wouldn’t get canned. I felt guilty asking him, but it killed me knowing she was selling her body for money.
His brow furrowed. “I thought you said she was good?”
“No complaints here. Just too sweet and innocent.”
He looked at me like I was crazy.“Why the hell do you think I hired her? Fucking pricks will be begging for that VIP room with her.”
“No shit!” I stood and got in his face. “I said cut her loose.”
His beady eyes narrowed. “Isn’t that a club call? Smoke ain’t here.”
I slammed my drink back. “All right. I’ll talk to the boys, but until then cut her loose or keep her off the schedule. I don’t want to come back here to find her working a pole, and especially not in one of those fucking rooms.”
He hesitated. “What if she wants it?”
“Then I’ll deal with her.”
“What’s really going on here, Scout? You got a thing for this one? Someone special to you?” He crossed his arms, eyeing me. “Just so you know, she came to me.”
Yes! My head screamed. But, I didn’t say that. “Nope. Just pay her the grand and send her home.”
He slammed back his drink, eyes on me. “If you say so.” Howie scooted around the bar, so I went and told Slider I was splitting. He barely paid me any mind, seeing Cheyenne was on his lap.
Once outside, I threw my leg over my bike, started her up and headed to the back of the club and waited. She exited the door alone, which pissed me off, since all the girls were supposed to have an escort to their car after their shift.
Head down, not paying any attention to her surroundings, she dug in her bag, pulled out some keys and a car beeped and lights flashed. She jumped into this little Beamer that suited her, but shocked the shit out of me how she could afford one.
As soon as she pulled out, I gunned it and headed the other way toward the clubhouse to talk to Smokey. The usual suspects were there, which meant Smokey, Hawk and three chicks who clung to us like we were their saviors.
“Speak of the devil.” Smoke boomed.
Lana ran, well, strutted over, her tits barely covered by the top she was wearing. “The birthday boy finally arrives. I’ve been waiting on you to give you your birthday blowjob.”
I rolled my eyes and looked over her shoulder. “Smoke, you got a minute?”
“Sure, kid.”
Lana’s finger slipped through the loop on my jeans and followed like a dog in heat.
“How was V.I.P treatment?”
“Very V.I.P. Actually, that’s what I want to talk to you about.”
Lana purred in my ear, her hand glided across my jeans and my cock, but she got no reaction from me. Smoke noticed. “Get your dick wet and then we can talk.”
I shrugged. “Already did.” I pushed her hand away and moved to him.
“All right. What’s so important?”
My eyes landed on Angel, who
was sitting on his lap. I tucked my hands in my pockets. “In private?”
His brows shot up. “Give us a minute, Babe.” Angel scowled at me but ran off, grabbing Lana’s hand as they made their way to the bar.“Must have been a special piece of ass if you’re passing up on blowjobs from the Queen of Head.”
“My present tonight. I don’t want this chick dancing at the club.His eyes narrowed.
“Why not? Howie says she’s like a California dream.”
“Look, man, I’m just asking for a favor. One I think I’ve earned over the years.”
He studied me for a beat. “So, you do have a little thing for this chick, as in old lady material? You haven’t even brought her around.”
I shrugged instead of answering. I could tell he was suspicious, but also realized she must have meant more to me than I was letting on for me to even go to him.
“You want to fire her, then be my guest, but Scout, you know the rules. You still have to find a replacement before you do.”
I’d scour the earth if it meant getting her off the pole and letting men grope her. “I will.”
“Maybe it’s a good idea to back off her for a bit.”
“Why?” I snapped. That was last thing I wanted to do now.
“Get your head straight about her. Figure it out, kid, because in the end, you know we never choose pussy over business, unless you’re planning on making that pussy full-time property.”
“Yeah, okay.” I agreed because he was right. I needed to get my head straight when it came to her, especially if she were his, because as much as I wanted her, I’d have to cut her loose.
When I passed the bar, Lana asked if I wanted company, but I waved her off since the only company I wanted was Shaw. The second I was alone, I called Howie and told him to make sure she wasn’t employed by us anymore. He threw a shit fit, but said he’d take care of it.
Six days later, I was back at Leather and Lace to pick up the earnings for the week. I had been avoiding the restaurant and her because she was fucking with my head and because Smoke asked me to. It had been a week and my mind was clearing in regards to the stunning Shaw. The whole absence made the heart grow fonder thing was bullshit; it made me and my cock look at other chicks.
I was twenty-seven and not sure I was ready to settle down and commit and Shaw reeked commitment. I thought pushing her away would be for the best until I figured what I wanted from her. Was it just to fuck and leave? Was it more? I didn’t know, so I avoided her, knowing one of us in the end was going to get hurt, and it couldn’t be me.
I took a seat at the back and watch the first dancer, Dream. She was good, but her age was starting to show and a lot of the men weren’t seemingly interested in her. She danced to two songs and then the D.J. switched gears and I heard that weird rendition of Stevie Nicks Shaw had danced to the week before start up. As soon as she stepped out, the men roared at the sight of her, and my dick hardened, watching as she began the same routine she had for me. And I knew these pricks were going to not only enjoy it, but be jerking off to her for the next month, and most definitely tonight.
I knew Howie was upstairs in his office watching looking down since Lance the bouncer told me where he was. I couldn’t go see him and rip his dick off and shove it down his throat for keeping her on board…yet…because one guy was so focused on Shaw, it rattled me to my core.
She flew off the stage and then the song switched to Joe Cocker’s, “You Can Leave Your Hat On,” and she came back out, surprisingly, with a top hat and wearing a new, very seductive outfit on.
I had to adjust myself and get a grip because that typical business dude dressed head to toe in some expensive suit, had one hand twirling his bourbon and the other adjusting his dick as he watched her. His head tilted side to side, his teeth clamp down on his bottom lip like he was about to lose control, then the song stopped.
I saw two things: Harley hustling off the stage, and dickhead’s finger shot straight up in the air, which meant he wanted to head to the V.I.P room and he wanted Shaw to join him.I placed my drink down and took the stairs two at a time until I was standing in front of Howie looking down on the floor, phone in hand instructing Joe, another bouncer, to bring Shaw to the back room.
“What the fuck is Shaw doing working here still? I gave you an order. What happened to Shelby? She’s perfect for this gig.” I had found this sweet little thing a day after confronting Smokey and was confident it would be enough to get Shaw good and gone from stripping.
“I know. I tried, I did, man. She begged me, tears and all. She needs the money, otherwise she’s homeless. I caved and Shelby didn’t even make it through the audition. She ran like a bat out of hell.”
“You should have called me.” I seethed.
“I called Smoke. He was cool with it.”
God damn him.
“Well, she ain’t going in that room with him. She wants to strip, if she’s that hard up for cash, fine, but no champagne room.”
He turned to me. “Charlie has been one our best customers this summer, Scout. I can’t say no to him. He’s in town for business for the week and has dropped loads of cash in here.”
“You’re gonna have to find a way.”
“He spent ten thousand dollars this fucking week in here. He’s already asked for her and I already told Joe to escort her back there. Besides, it’s not her first time with him back there.”
“Fuck!” I roared, knowing I couldn’t do shit to stop this. “He hurts her or even fucking touches one hair on her head, and I’m going to fucking kill you and then him.” I spun and stormed out of the room knowing Howie was most likely on the phone calling Smokey.
I headed out back, yanked a smoke from the pack in my pocket and lit up, trying to ease the nerves beating around inside me. I wasn’t a heavy smoker but every once in a while I found solace in one, and right now solace wasn’t even in reach, so I pulled in one long drag then stomped it out on the ground. My cell rang. I looked down and saw Smokey’s number flash. I ignored it. Ten minutes later it rang again, but this time it was Hound. I ignored his call, too.
I checked the time to find only about fifteen or so minutes had passed since Harley started the V.I.P treatment to that fuckwad, who I wanted to shred to pieces for touching what I already deemed as mine.
The roar of a bike pulled my thoughts from how I could get rid of a body if he so much as laid a hand on her. I found Slider backing in next to my bike, then shutting her down. He was my best friend in the club and always had my back, but I could tell he was here on a little mission, courtesy of Howie and Smokey, when he shot me a what-the-fuck look.
“I see they sent the big guns in.”
He exhaled. “What the fuck are you doing, man? All this, over one chick?”
“Don’t start, Slide,” I warned him since I was ready to go off like a loaded gun.
“She’s a dancer, Scout, and a damn good one, which means there are gonna be pricks paying top dollar to spend time with her, and you gotta be cool with that, since bottom line it affects club business. And speaking of business, since when do you choose pussy over it?”
“I’m not. I just can’t get something right inside my head with this chick.” I knew he was right and I couldn’t stop it unless the whole club approved, which meant Shaw would end up stripping for Leather and Lace since they will always choose pussy over my feelings. I broke out another cigarette, flared up and inhaled deeply to avoid talking to him.
“That whipped already that you’re smoking again? Dude, it’s been almost two years since you quit.”
“I’m not, man.”
“Not according to, Howie, bro. He said you went ballistic. He’s even asking Smoke to keep out when she’s scheduled, and Smoke told him he’d think on it.”
Yeah, fuck that. I checked the time again. Fifteen minutes left until she was done.
“Smokey wants you back at the clubhouse, so get waiting on her out of your head.”
I shrugged. “Tell him I’ll
be back as soon as I make sure she’s good.”
“Man, get on your goddamned bike and head over there. I’ll wait for her and make sure she’s safe.”
I inhaled one last time, flicking the butt to the ground. “Even one hair touched, I want to know.”
He held up his hands. “Scout’s honor.” He grinned, turned and headed around the building to go inside.
Getting on my bike, I strapped my dome on, started her up and gave him the middle finger salute when he looked back to see if I was going.
It had been a few days since I had talked to her. I’d seen her, since I now stooped so low that I upped my stalking game whenever I got the chance. She had the same routine down pat. Beach, yoga, home, and since she wore practically nothing doing that damn yoga on the beach it killed me to not go to her, but I couldn’t, since Smoke ordered me to stay away from her for the time being. And, I gave him that respect, still unable to figure out what I wanted from Shaw; just a roll in the hay, or something more, something that lasted.
But today, I was done, and Slider agreed to meet me at the restaurant to at least allow me to talk to her and make sure she was doing okay, ask why she was stripping so that was where I was heading. It was just after five when I slid inside the booth and peered around to search for her. Carla came over, and placed water down, but didn’t say anything at first, she just stared at me.
“What?” I snapped.
“Anyone joining?”
“Yeah, Slider.” She dropped two menus down though we didn’t need them; we knew the menu by heart at this point. She turned and came back with another water.
“You want coffee?”
“Nah, Corona.”
“Make it two, Carla,” Slider walked over, slipping in opposite side of me. He looked around for a beat. “Is she even here?” he asked once Carla walked off.
“Haven’t seen her,” I admitted, my leg bouncing under the table, but still kept looking, waiting for her to walk out from the double kitchen doors any minute.
“Don’t freak out, but I was in L&L last night talking to Jody and she let something slip, but before I pass on this little info, you got to promise not to lose your shit.”
