Page 8 of Sling’s Awakening

Looks wise though, I should pull in some tips tonight. Which will be needed because I have a feeling after this morning I’m going to need to soundproof my bedroom. The corset top does amazing things for my tits and the skirt hugs my ass. Two things bikers love the most next to their bikes.

“Are we ready for tonight?” Russ asks as he sneaks up behind me. His warm breath smothers my neck as he crowds my space, making me jump. He’s too close for comfort, as I feel a chuckle leave him. “No need to be scared. It’s just me.” I can hear the sly smirk he always has plastered to his face in his tone.

God, he seriously creeps me the fuck out.

Some days I think I’m an idiot for accepting a management role from him. I know how he is. He tries to sleep with every woman he comes across.

He’s slimy and will do anything to make a buck.

But what do you expect from someone who owns a strip club in Virginia Beach? It’s not like this is Las Vegas.

“We’re all set,” I say, keeping my tone short as I sidestep away from him.

I catch Big Jack eyeing the exchange from across the room. He’s been around long enough to know exactly how Russ can be. I give him a subtle nod, letting him know that I’ve got this handled.

“Good. If you need me, don’t hesitate to come and find me. Doors open in thirty.” Russ winks before he steps out from behind the bar and heads back into the office.

I can’t stop my lip from curling up in disgust as I watch him leave.

I will not be finding him if I need help.

I’d much rather have him being a creepy perv from his cameras than right beside me.

I finish opening the bar without any other issues. Big Jack opens the doors, and a steady flow of customers wander in. It’s steady enough that I lose track of time.

“What can I get for you?” I ask as I set a cocktail napkin down on the rail where an older man sat down.

“Bud heavy, babe. Keep them coming,” he says as he hands me his card to start a tab.

I set his beer down as I see Jinx leading a group of men in black leather cuts across the floor, heading straight for the reserved booths.

Holy shit, they’re all huge.

And by huge I mean the kind of guys that have biceps the size of my thigh, that you can see every vein in. They vary in height, but I would bet money that each one of them could bench press me, no problem.

Their presence commands your attention; it’s impossible to look away.

I watch them slide into the booth and get situated. My eyes are glued on one guy in particular. His black hair is cut short. He has to be at least 6’5. The white tee under his cut is clinging to his body.

What I wouldn’t give to be the one to rip it off of him.

I bet he’s a fun ride.

Too bad I don’t sleep with customers.

Just as I’m about to look away, he looks up and locks eyes with me. My breath catches in my throat as I see my neighbor staring back at me. His lips spread into a low smirk before he says something to the guy next to him and slides back out of the booth, heading my way.

My stomach is in my throat as I watch him approach me. He looks like an animal with its sights set on its prey.

Oh, fuck me.

Chapter

Four

SLING

“Happy Birthday, brother.” I grin as I slap Scar on the back.