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The proof of her virginity was there for anyone to see. Whoever brought her the clothes saw the blood. Pulling the pants on she jerked the sheets off the bed, wadded them up and stuck them in a corner of the closet. It was the best she could do to get rid of the evidence.
She found another set of sheets in the bathroom closet and quickly remade the bed. If ridding herself of her embarrassment were as easy.
Her stomach growled, reminding her she’d missed several meals. She peeked out the bedroom door to find the hallway empty and followed the sound of music down the stairs and into the bar area.
Tonight the place was packed and she scanned the room looking for a familiar face. Did she want to find Dozer? She kept her gaze away from the couch area. That’s where she’d seen a couple making out before. It would kill her to find Dozer there with someone else.
Three women, all in various stages of undress, danced on the stage to the beat of a song she’d never heard. The bass beats were so loud she felt them throughout her body. Ignoring everyone around her, she walked closer, mesmerized by their gyrating and flexing on both the floor and the poles. They were graceful and beautiful in how they moved their bodies to entice and tease. Every movement was erotic and sensual.
When she was a child, she’d seen The Nutcracker at Christmas and asked her mother if she could have ballet lessons. A tutor had been acquired and for years she’d studied and trained with one of the most prominent ballerinas in their country.
Of course it was years later that she understood exactly who Madam Sonsa was and appreciated the time she’d spent with her. Janel had felt guilty that she hadn’t been a more talented student. The movements these women were doing, though, had never been taught to her.
The woman wearing a red sequin thong and nothing else slid up to the edge of the stage where Janel was standing. “Want to dance, honey?”
Janel’s face warmed and she shook her head. “No, thank you. I can’t do that.”
“Sure you can. We can teach you.” She held out her hand to help her up on stage.
Janel took a step back. Meek and mild. That’s what she’d always been. These women owned their sensuality and that’s what she wanted. Her chin went up and she took the offered hand.
“Oh, honey, the men are going to eat you up. I’m Helen. That’s Blue. And on the pole is Tina.”
Each woman said hello without missing a beat. It was the strangest introduction she’d ever had.
“Come on,” Helen said, “I think I have an outfit that will fit you in the back.”
Janel blinked. Helen expected her to go topless? She was all about empowerment, but she’d never go without a top. Her face heated. “Oh, I couldn’t wear something like you have on.”
Helen giggled. “Don’t worry. It’s more like a bathing suit. I wouldn’t throw you to the wolves your first night.”
Janel didn’t correct her misassumption of this being a regular gig for her. But she was going to take advantage of the opportunity.
The outfit Helen had her change into was a bikini top and boy shorts that her ass hung out of in the back. She was more covered than any of the women in the bar, but she still felt scandalous.
Thanks to her genes, she filled out the top rather nicely. At least she thought so.
“You ever dance before?” Helen asked.
“Just ballet. A long time ago. I really shouldn’t be doing this. I’m going to mess everything up and make a fool out of myself.”
“Dancing, even for these asshole men, can be empowering. When I first saw you, I saw something that made me remember my life five years ago. Don’t tell anyone, but in my day job, I’m a lawyer.”
Janel blinked. She didn’t know what she’d guess these women did for jobs but a lawyer wasn’t on the list. “Then why do you dance?”
“Because I get off on it. I love dancing. Thanks to the way I move my body, I finished law school without a single college loan and I didn’t have to spread my legs to do it. Well, unless I wanted to,” she ended with a wink.
“And you still dance?”
“Not as often as I used to, but a couple times a week if I can. It makes me feel strong and, what can I say, I’m an attention whore. Now come on, show me what you got and let me teach you a few tricks. Then, baby, it’s show time!”
Dance moves weren’t all Janel learned from Helen. She also learned a lot about the club. They had church on Thursday nights. Church wasn’t like the church she was familiar with. MC church was another name for a meeting of all patched members.
She also learned that all the women hated Karma, but the men loved her because of her skills giving oral sex, or head, as Helen referred to the act.
Mostly she learned that the MC wasn’t anything like what she thought. Evidently, they did some shady deals, but never with evil intent. Helen explained they handled righting the wrongs legal channels couldn’t.
Janel thought that sounded like what her sister and brother-in-law did for Tanistan.
