“What?” Zoe set the glasses down and gave her a full-on hug.
“That is awesome. Congratulations. You deserve it.” Zoe went back to the crate.
“Thanks.” Madison looked down.
“Anytime. I could use the help to get the bar set up.” Zoe leaned forward. “Brenda is the other bartender on the schedule.”
They both rolled their eyes.
“So, I don’t mind, but you know she will have an attitude and say that you’ve gotten her tips.”
“I’m fine with it if you are.”
“Of course, I am. I’m happy for the help. I wish everything wasn’t a competition here.”
“True, but that’s how they set it up. They like it when the girls try to outdo each other.”
“I know. I can’t believe they fall for it.”
“Me either, but at the end it all relates to money and what gets you the most.”
“True.” In that way she and Zoe were pretty similar. If they could, they helped each other out.
It was nice to have another person to talk to besides Sabrina.
“So, if you have time to help behind the bar, I’ll take it.”
“Sure.” Madison stood and grabbed her bag.
Madison dropped her things in the back and slid her tracks to the DJ for her sets, then walked back to the front. She had on her usual jeans and tank that she always wore when she stripped. She walked past a table and then there were hands on her ass before someone grabbed her arm.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here but the high and mighty Madison. I see you’re back to slumming it. On your knees.”
Madison looked into Eric’s face. She didn’t care for him and yanked her arm out of his grip. She turned to stride away and then his hand was on her again.
“Did you hear me? I said on your knees.”
“Did you see me? I’m walking away.” This club was disgusting. It allowed patrons to tell the women to get on their knees whenever they wanted for whatever they wanted if they were caught on the floor out of their string bikini “uniforms.” The management knew if they wanted her to come in and get a cut of the money that she made they didn’t make her follow that rule.
She might strip, but she wasn’t a whore. She walked to the bar. Eric was on her heels. From the corner of her eye, she could see one of the bouncers stop Eric as he reached out to grab her again.
“I’m surprised Eric tried that on you. It’s not like he’s new. He should remember he’s not allowed to touch,” Zoe said.
“Yeah, but he does whatever he wants.” Madison finished. Eric was attractive in a pretty boy way with the asshole attitude to match. He didn’t understand why she didn’t fall over him like the other girls did.
They only did it because he was rich. Though he didn’t tip well after the first time. Madison wasn’t interested in any of the carrots he dangled in front of the other girls or the shitty way he treated them.
They didn’t have a lot of time to talk as she helped mix drinks and served the customers. Things had calmed down when her body started to tingle. It was like the wind rushed through her, which was strange. She had never had this feeling when being watched before. There was someone who approached her. He was attractive in a dangerous kind of way. There was an aura that surrounded him. It screamed bad boy. Tall, dark brown hair.
A muscular body, but not too much. Like he liked to keep fit and lift weights, but he didn’t try to hit any weight records. A body she wanted to feel against hers which shocked her. She couldn’t quite see the color of his eyes, but his look seemed deadly, and like his eyes were trained on her.
Maybe it was the air with which he carried himself. Like he owned the place. He was confident and cocky. Arrogant. That was it. And there was an immediate attraction to him and there was a pull in her sensitive places. A feeling she wanted to act on.
“What can I do you for?”
“You and me and a private room.”
“For?”
