She brings my drink and leaves me alone.
I watch two dancers before Heather comes out. The room is dark with spots aimed at the stage, so I don’t think she sees me, but word could have gotten back to her by now that I’m in the house.
Her performance doesn’t seem stilted, so maybe no one has told her.
My eyes take her in from head to sexy painted-toes. She’s dressed in gold like some goddess, complete with glittering skin. She really is stunning, like a perfectly sculpted statue come to life.
God didn’t mess around when he made her to perfection.
I shift my gaze to the side, not missing the reaction of every man in here. My jaw tightens, thinking about them getting off watching her dance.
Once her show is over and she exits the stage, I know I should walk out to my bike. She’ll soon be out on the floor, offering lap dances to anyone with the money to pay.
Downing my drink, I push my chair back, but my eyes catch her coming out near the bar. She’s made a quick change and is now in a fishnet bodysuit that leaves nothing to the imagination.
Jesus Christ.
She moves to a table of three guys young enough to be attending San Jose State.
One takes her up on her offer, and she climbs onto his lap, undulating her body mere inches from his, her breasts in his face.
I don’t know what’s worse, that or when she pivots and her ass is in his face.
She’s not the only dancer on the floor selling lap dances, but she might as well be, because she’s the only one I watch.
I don’t know how I’ll react if she leads this kid to one of the VIP rooms. Just the thought of that makes me want to drive myfist into every face in the place. I want to turn over tables and throw every man into the street.
I can feel my heart race and my blood pressure pumping.
Take a damn breath, I tell myself.They mean nothing to her.
“Can I get you another?” the waitress asks, then follows my line of sight.
“No, thanks.”
A dancer asks if I want some company. I shake my head and vault to my feet, heading for the entrance.
Tiny sees me coming and opens the door. “Have a nice night.”
I don’t reply, just stalk out into the cool night air, sucking in a lungful.
*****
Heather—
“Want me to walk you to your car, honey?” Tiny offers, holding the back door for me. It’s been a long night, and my feet hurt. I’ve changed into yoga pants and a tank top, my pink duffel bag over my shoulder.
My eyes follow where he looks, and I spot Cody leaning against my car, his arms folded, and his bike parked in the spot next to mine.
“I’ll be fine. Thanks, Tiny.”
“I’ll be right here if you need me, honey.” He’s worried about me, and I think that’s sweet.
I head out, Coco and Velvet right behind me. They split off toward their cars, and I approach mine.
Cody straightens, his arms unfolding.
I give him a bright smile, but he doesn’t return it. “Hi, baby.”
