Standing in front of the mirror, I adjust the red, three quarter length blazer I’m wearing. It about skims to the center of my ass. It has embroidered flowers all down the lapel to the waist line where a sash is tied holding the two sides together. There is a small clasp to stop it from opening too soon when we’re dancing because we’re naked from the waist up underneath.
“Your straps aren’t straight,” Lily bends down to adjust the straps on the garter belt so they’re lined up straight at the front of my thigh. They’re holding up the sheer black stockings with lacy top and matchthe sheer black thong. It will be the only thing we have on once the jacket comes off.
And the killer sparkly heels with studs on the back seam of the heel. The whole outfit has to cost at least a grand. Wonder if Ellie will let me keep the shoes?
Speaking of, she walks in the room and I stop and stare. Lily nudges me with a laugh, it’s hard to drag my eyes away. She’s wearing the same outfit as the rest of us but she pulls it off effortlessly. She looks like a 1940s movie star, or burlesque dancer.
“We all want to be Ellie when we grow up,” Lily laughs.
“Is everyone ready?” Ellie asks.
She pauses on me and I dip my chin once. I’m not going to try to convince her anymore.
“Let’s go knock these pricks on their asses then,” she smirks and turns around.
We all file out after her. The lights are down and there is a low pulsing beat playing through the sound system as we take the stage. The chatter of the men dies down as we take our places.
I’m on the back row, which is fine, I understand they don’t want me front and center, just in case. I’ve nailed the routine on every practice, even the dress rehearsal.
Facing the back wall, I spread my ankles and bow my head. It seems like there are more people than Ellie said but I guess they are the men from the MC. Callum never explicitly said he’d be here but he is an officer in the club, it makes sense he will.
The beat of the music changes and the lights move, pointing towards the stage. Someone whistles and a few men cheer and laugh. Ellie told me to always ignore anything that comes out of their mouths, especially when they’re being pigs.
If they’re overheard by any of the staff being disgusting, they get kicked out. It doesn’t happen often given the clientele but these aren’t the usual people who come here.
This is all about getting this Cantrell guy to work with the MC.
I flex my hand and look at the cut, it has healed up enough not to be bandaged, but it’s a stark reminder that the asshole who caused it is somewhere in the audience. I won’t let him get in my head.
Instead, I count down the beat and turn when the music kicks in. The two rows in front of us do their turn one after another and then we start the dance. Centering my mind and body, I let the music take over, flowing through my body, moving to the beat.
All around me the others do the same and we’re so in sync it’s perfect. The lights make it hard to see the audience but there are lots of silhouettes and occasional flashes of faces. When we rotate and I am at the front for a brief moment, the booth in front of me lights up.
There are a lot of Blackhawk Disciple cuts but not the one I was hoping to see. One man sitting in the center of the group isn’t watching the dance, he’s chatting with another MC member beside him.
Wow, he is really good looking. I twirl away towards a pole. Eight of them are lined up in a diagonal pattern on each side, the closer to the front of the stage, the wider apart they are.
It’s almost the moment. We’re going to rip open the jackets two by two getting closer to the front, then step around the side of the pole, drop them and carry out the rest of the dance wearing nothing but our stockings, panties and heels.
Lily said that was classy, which initially made me laugh but the alternative is fully naked, so I was happy to agree.
The two girls behind me rip open their jackets. After a count of three I do mine and when the music changes we all turn around and throw the jackets to the side. The men cheer and clap but I shut out the noise and carry on dancing.
As I work the pole and bend down so I can see the audience between my legs, I spot Callum. He is staring right at me.
From that moment on, my eyes keep going back to him, he never takes his off me. It’s odd how his intense focus gives me confidence. He isn’t staring at my breasts like most of the other men, his gaze is on my face.
Everything around me becomes instinct as I keep my attention on him too. Before I know it, the dance is over and we’re all breathing hard. Some of the men get up and come to the front, handing out cash. No one throws money here.
Except for one guy, who tosses a hand full of bills at my feet. I raise my eyes and try not to snarl at the idiot who cut my hand. He sneers at me andwalks away.
“Leave it,” Ellie says, moving close to me, her lips barely move. “Do not show any reaction.”
It takes a lot to do as she says because there is at least three hundred dollars on the floor, but I have more pride than to bend down when the rest of the girls are having money handed to them. Someone else presses money into the string of my underwear and I smile at him. He’s wearing one of the MC vests, but I don’t recognize him.
When I look at Callum, he is no longer watching me, his face is thunderous, and he is staring at Cantrell. For a moment, it looks like he is going to go after him but he leans back and drinks some of his beer, his brow creased.
I appreciate the sentiment, but I wouldn’t want him to get into any trouble.
