Page 18 of Dancing for the Minotaur

“Nobody's telling you to fuck him! Give him a dance, let him have a good time and if he gets out of hand, come get me.”

Terra almost laughed. If he got out of hand? More like when. And by the time she “came and got Marty,” whatever Orlov wanted to do would already have happened.

She looked away from him and stared at herself in the mirror. Her Bunny Canyon wig was already in place—the long, straight blonde hair falling over her shoulders and down her back. Her makeup was perfect and the jeweled pink bra she wore pushed her breasts high enough to create an impressive amount of cleavage. She looked sexy and confident and completely in control, but it was all an illusion.

Behind the wig and the makeup she was still Terra—a woman who needed this job, even if she didn't desperately need tonight's money.

The two thousand dollars Taurex had given her wouldn't last forever.

The Honda would break again. Cody would need something for school. Lisa would outgrow another pair of shoes. Her mother's heart medication had already gone up twice in the past year. And Terra still had tuition to pay if she wanted to finish her accounting degree.

If Marty started cutting her stage time, she would be right back where she'd been before Taurex walked into the club.

Damn it.

“All right,” she said at last, clenching her jaw. “I’ll do it.”

Marty nodded as though the matter had been settled all along.

“Good.”

“But I'm setting the rules before I go in,” Terra continued, glaring at him. “He keeps his hands off my crotch and my ass unless I specifically tell him he can touch me. If he doesn't like that, the dance is over.”

Marty shrugged.

“Fine.”

“And you stay nearby.”

He frowned.

“Terra—”

She pointed a finger at him.

“You want me to do this? You stay nearby.”

Marty sighed again.

“All right. Fine. I'll be in the lounge.”

Terra didn't believe that for a second. Marty would probably disappear the minute another customer wanted something.

Still, she had made her point.

“Give me five minutes,” she said.

Marty frowned.

“He's already waiting.”

“He can keep waiting,” she said grimly. “I’ll come out when I’m ready.”

Marty rolled his eyes but left the dressing room.

For a moment, neither Candy nor Crystal said anything. Then Candy reached over and touched Terra's arm.

“You want me to go out there with you?” she asked in a low voice.