“Well, well, well.” I rise from my seat, slowly stalking forward. The memories are flooding in, one right after another. “If it isn’t Lauralyn Prince. Have to admit, I never thought I’d see the day you’d be dancing on a stripper pole, auditioning for an escort position. In the Steel Sinners Casino of all places.” This place is a long ways away from that mansion she grew up in. And that barely there little two-piece she’s wearing is a far cry from the designer clothes she was always dressed in. “What happened? Did the queen fall from grace and land herself on the Vegas strip?”
She was at the top of our class, headed off to some private college as far as I last heard. Dancing on a pole is the last place I’d ever expect to find the priss. And what happened to Collin? Thought they were going to get married. The two were certainly perfect for each other. Head prick and queen bitch. It was a match made in heaven.
“I… I…”
“Cat got your tongue, princess? As I recall, you were never short on words.”
Every time we were paired together in class, she always made it known how annoyed she was having to work with the illiterate lowlife. Every time we bumped into each other in the cafeteria, the hall, coming out of the restrooms, she gave me one of hernasty looks, taking her cheap shots. Damn, to say I hated the girl is an understatement.
“I’m putting myself through school.” Her words come out thick with shame even as she stiffens her chin. The girl I knew back in school didn’t have to struggle for confidence. She was a royal bitch. “Dancing just pays the bills.”
Hmm… I find that to be interesting. I thought her daddy paid for everything. He bought her a 911 when she turned sixteen. Made sure she was never forced to wear the same outfit twice. He even paid for her and her friends to go to Cabo over spring break. Why the hell isn’t he putting her through school?
Maybe because she was an ungrateful bitch and gave him the same attitude she gave me.
“What happened? Did daddy cut your bitchy ass off?”
Her entire body locks up, almost looking wounded by my remark. What did she expect? That I’d be happy to see her. Usually, I’m not one to hold grudges, but the girl was my first crush, and it took all the nerve I could muster to ask her out, only to be made a fool in front of the entire cafeteria. I could’ve gone a lifetime without seeing her again.
“Is the audition over?”
Her question snaps me back from the past. I’d like to say yes and kick her to the curb, but… I like holding the power. Seeing her here… Having her fate in my hands… Gives me a sick twist of retribution. And in spite of my personal opinion, I think she’d be perfect for Hemsworth. She was bred with class and has a killer body, plus, she knows how to move.
But before I grant her the opportunity, I’m going to make her grovel.
“If you want the job, you’re going to have to do better than just shaking your hips.” I turn and walk back to my chair, taking a seat—and I wait. The ball’s in her court now. She can either walk out that door, or… she can humble herself to my mercy.
For all the times she called me a dumb fuck, it looks like I’m the one who ended up on top. I’ve got millions in the bank, a brotherhood of men who would risk their lives for me, and women like Portia begging to suck me off. I’d say this lowlife thug is doing pretty damn well for himself.
“I don’t got all day, princess. You want the money; you get your ass over here and prove it.”
4
Lauralyn
Ilook toward the door, weighing my decision.
I never thought I’d see him again. Holt O’Rork was the biggest asshole at my school. Just because I came from money, he called me a bitch and cut me down every chance he got. He even made up rumors about me that got back to my dad and to Collin. I felt like I was constantly under attack from the asshole. And it seems as though he hasn’t changed.
“I don’t got all day, princess. You want the money, you get your ass over here and prove it.”
Do I want the money? Yes. Ineedthat money. But degrading myself in front of that man… I don’t think I can do it. But then what? I kiss everything goodbye just because I had to dance for him. I lose everything I’ve worked for over a jerk I went to high school with.
No. The answer is no. What I do is go over there and prove that I’m the best one for the job. I prove that his opinion doesn’t matter. No one from my past does. I get the gig, make mymoney, and then I finish my degree and move the hell away from here, never thinking about him or this weekend ever again.
Another song begins to pump through the speakers and it reinforces my decision. I move in, repeating the wordsten thousand dollarsover and over again. Ten thousand plus tips. As long as it’s not Holt I’ll be spending my weekend with, I can handle it. I just have to put on the sexiest performance of my life, and then I’m home free.
“The man coming to town,” I say, stopping between his spread legs. “Is he a Steel Sinner like you?” It’s not a surprise that Holt ended up a member of an outlaw motorcycle club. He always ran around with the bad crowd. Collin even told me that Holt had tried to sell him drugs in the locker room. It was then that I realized I needed to stay far away from him.
“No, he’s not, but that’s all I’m going to say. Our client wants his privacy, so until I know you’re the right one for the job, I’m not giving any details. Now, I suggest you climb on my lap and start grinding that ass on my dick. You better make me nice and hard or else I’m giving the job to Portia.”
Portia. I swear that girl has hated me from the moment I showed up at the club. Lola said she doesn’t like competition, but I don’t see how I’m her competition. Portia is like a dark and dreamy rocker Barbie, and I’m like Barbie’s little sister: Skipper. Short and preppy, with pint-sized tits. Portia’s aiming to be discovered on stage and made into a porn star or a trophy wife. Whichever pays the most. Me: I just want to make enough money to pay the bills, and then I will never dance again.
I find my rhythm, swaying to the beat, and then I let the music take me. Getting lost in the act like I do every night at the club. I use his body as my pole. Circling around his strong shoulders. Rubbing my chest against the back of his head. Gripping his hair and yanking him against me. The groan thatrumbles out of him has me smirking. I think he might already be hard for me.
There’s only one way to find out.
I move to his front then stop between his legs, taking a peek between his thighs as I hold onto his knees and grind myself down to the floor. The size of his bulge nearly causes me to lose my balance. Holt O’Rork is sporting some mega heat. He’d make Collin and every other guy jealous if they saw that. The sight of it makes me feel flushed. Before he can see my blushing cheeks, I turn to face the stage and bend over, shaking my ass for him.
