Chapter Thirty-Six
Lucy
If I didn’t already know the kind of shit that goes on in this club, I would probably feel a little embarrassed at the way I have just screamed Max’s name for all to hear. I have walked in on plenty of girls getting it on backstage after a performance. At least mine was with someone I know.
The one good thing about Max, clearly having much more experience in sex than I, is that he knows exactly what he’s doing. The things he can do with his tongue are on another level. I wonder if this is what it’s like all the time. Or is it just me and him? From the way my girl friends have spoken about past experiences, I highly doubt it.
“We still need to talk about your lying, Sugarplum,” he says once we’re dressed.
“I know,” I say, dropping my shoulders in defeat.
“The thing I don’t get is why you thought you needed to keep it from me. You know me better than that.”
He looks so serious right now, which is a complete contrast from his early actions.
“I was so nervous that you wouldn’t approve, but Max, I really like it here. It’s not my forever job, but right now it’s what I need.” I tell him, taking a step closer and wrapping my arms around his middle.
“You need?” His brows furrow some more. “What do you mean?”
“Lucy! I know you’re up to no good in there, but you have five minutes before you’re on.” One of the girls calls through the door, the sound of her giggles getting further away as she heads down the hall.
My eyes plead with him to understand as I pull out of his embrace.
“I promise, we will talk more about this later,” I beg as I turn to the mirror to fix my now smeared makeup. “Will you stay?”
“There is no place I’d rather be. I’ll be front and centre, baby.” He winks, then holds a hand out to me. “Now go and show all those lucky bastards exactly what they can’t have.”
By the time my last set finishes, I am drained. Physically and emotionally. What a whirlwind of an evening it has been. I pack up my shit and wave to the girls before leaving to find my man. He wasn’t lying earlier when he said he would be front and centre. That was exactly where he was throughout my last two sets. A huge smile on his face as he relaxed back with his legs spread and a drink in his hand.
I knew I’d be shocked by his reaction, as Max isn’t known for doing anything the typical way, but tonight couldn’t have gone any better. I know I have a grilling coming my way, and I won't hold back this time. Anything he wants to know, I will tell him. Even about my money troubles, although they’re not exactly an issue anymore.
When I make it out to the bar area, it’s much quieter now. The performances have finished, and most men are receiving their private dances in the small side rooms. Max is easy tospot. Relaxing at the bar, nursing what looks like a glass of water, and scrolling through his phone.
He must feel my gaze on him, as a second later, he lifts his head to look straight in my direction. That cocky smile of his is back, his full face is alight with mischief, the closer I get.
“There she is.” He says as he curls an arm around my waist. “I don’t think I will be able to watch you again. All I want to do is drag you off that stage and have my wicked way with you in front of everyone here.” He nuzzles into the side of my neck, nipping the skin there as he goes. “You are the hottest thing I have ever seen.”
“I wouldn’t be against that.” I laugh as I swat him away. “You can always take me home and do all of those things.”
“Now, that sounds like the best idea.”
Hand in hand, we make our way out of the bar after I say my goodbyes for the night and head to the car. We're almost there when a loud voice calls over.
“I told you, all you have to do is offer a decent price and the bitches will go home with you.”
A bunch of drunken laughter follows, as the group of dishevelled men lean against the wall of the bar. I just roll my eyes and continue to walk, but Max stands stock still, gripping my hand like a vice.
“What did you just say?” He growls, and not the sexual growl I’m used to. No, this is pure, unfiltered anger.
“That any of those whores will go home with you for the correct number of zeros.” They all laugh again in response.
All but Max.
He is seething now. I can feel the tremble in his hand as his grip tightens around mine.
“Ignore them, they’re drunken fools,” I say, giving his hand a slight tug towards the car.
He finally gives in, about to follow me, when the dick head decides to open his mouth once more.
