“Ten thousand?”
I swallow hard. That’s more than enough to fix my problems. That would clear all my debts and allow me to finish my degree. Plus, tips. I could bank extra and actually have an in-case-of-emergency fund. For the last year, I’ve been living paycheck to paycheck.
“I’ll do it.”
Again, her eyes peer in closer, worried I’m making a decision I’ll regret.
“Are you sure? Money comes and goes, Laur. But memories… memories last a lifetime.”
It’s one weekend. A few days amongst the hundreds of others that will come and go. And no one will know what transpired between us. If the guy is ugly, I can close my eyes and fantasize that I’m with someone else. It’s like acting out a movie. And at the end of the weekend, I’ll be debt free and working toward my future. A future where I’m not degrading myself night after night on that stage, shaking my tits for drunk, hollering men.
“Losing all that I’ve worked for will burn me alive, Lola. Those are the memories I won’t be able to live with.” Working so hard, coming so far, all to have it ripped away and forever working on the strip, struggling to make rent. That’s a nightmare that will destroy me. “A few kinky nights with some billionaire, I can handle.” It’ll be likeIndecent Proposal. Only I’m not married.
She looks content with that answer, nodding in agreement.
“Okay. But just so you know, you have to audition first. I’m sending five girls over tomorrow at noon. You’ll audition for the man in charge, and he’ll decide who’s cut out for the job. If I know him as well as I think I do, you’ll be his pick. You’re exactly his type. But ultimately, it’s his client he’s shopping for.”
My stomach drops a bit. I’ll be competing against others. There are some really gorgeous girls here. I almost don’t want to ask, but I do. “Which girls are you sending?”
“You, Chantelle, Marin, Pix, and… Portia.”
Portia? My stomach sinks. She’s the prettiest girl in this place. Long legs. Gorgeous brown hair. Big boobs. Plus, she can move her body in ways mine doesn’t even bend.
“Don’t look defeated, Laur. You’re just as beautiful and talented. And the one thing you have going for you, which they don’t, is the innocence. You’re new and you haven’t been jaded yet. Anyone can see that in your eyes. And Deuce will be able to too. Now, go and dance, and we’ll see how everything plays out. He asked for high-end, and you’re the classiest girl I have in this place.”
Classy? I look down at my sparkly fringed skirt and my nipple tassels. The classy girl I once was is long gone. She died the day my father’s casket was lowered into the ground. All of it was ripped away. My car, my funds, my tuition. If my dad hadn’t already paid for my dorm for that year, I wouldn’t have had a home either.
“How can you not see it?”
Lola’s question draws me back from my haunting nightmare. I’m not sure what she means by that.
“Be at the Steel Sinners Casino at noon. Ask for Deuce. Tell him Lola sent you.”
The door closes behind her before I can ask the million questions flooding my mind. The Steel Sinners? But those men are dangerous. That motorcycle club runs this town. And from what I’ve been told, you never want to mess with them. One wrong move, and no one ever hears from you again. How on earth is Lola caught up with those men?
Maybe Portia is the right choice after all.
3
Deuce
She’s good.
And she’s perfect.
Long brown hair. Legs for days. Big full tits. Young enough to be Hemsworth’s daughter. Old enough to know what to do with that body.
She’s exactly his type. And she moves on that stage like she’s been trained for this exact room. Every step is precise. Every roll of her hips is calculated to land just shy of obscene. Her face is pretty, too—but in a villainous kind of way. Smoky eyes. Her teeth sinking into those ruby red lips with pure seduction.
She definitely knows what she’s doing. Almost too well. I’ve got a stiff one between my legs, ready to give her a trial run and test out the goods. I sit back and take another swig of my drink, watching her finish her set. She’s giving me everything she thinks I want—trying to lure me into her web, and it’s working. She’s got my blood running so damn hot I’m breaking into a sweat. Fuck, I may need a taste.
Hemsworth would eat her up. If she’s as good in bed as she is on that pole, he may even put a ring on it.
When the music fades, she holds the final pose, her chin lifted, waiting for my cue. I nod once.
“You sure do know how to move that body.” My voice is as thick as the stiff one between my legs. “Now, how about you come over here and fix the problem you caused.”
I look between my legs, seeing the heavy bulge pressing against my slacks. I could use those lips wrapped around my shaft right about now.
