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“I need three blow jobs, a circle jerk, and a wet dream,” I called over the bar to where Dakota was tossing bottles and pouring drinks like a seasoned pro. All while wearing nothing but a string bikini top and some booty shorts which showed more skin than the panties I normally wear on an everyday basis.
Dakota grinned at my drinks order. “That sounds like one hell of a night right there,” she yelled back over the thumping bass. I flashed her a devious smile and a playful wink as I leaned against the bar waiting for her to fill my tray.
While I waited for Dakota to pour my shots, I checked over my outfit. It left little to the imagination. Not quite as revealing as Dakota’s, but she was also a hell of a lot more confident than me.
My club issue booty shorts did little to cover anything. They were so short my ass hung out the bottom, and the crop top I had on boosted my small breasts up around my chin, almost suffocating me.
Could I really complain, though?
For one, it was a job, and I earned a really good amount of money while working here. And two, the club owner, Dave, made sure to always have an ample amount of security watching over the wait staff.Empirewas a cross between a nightclub and a strip club—something Dakota forgot to mention when we came on our mission for work. Girls danced on platforms and cages throughout the large space. People can throw money in, and the girls often end up naked, but it was honestly up to each girl whether they just danced or tried to earn a few extra dollars.
It was strange because the environment’s different to what I assumed a strip club was like. There are people here of all ages. It’s the most popular dance club in Tucson. It’s more about the dance than it was about the girls removing their clothes, and I kind of like that.
“Are you sure?”
I looked over to see Dakota with her cell phone pressed to her ear, her finger in the other, as she tried to focus on what the person on the other end was telling her. The furrowed brow and way she was chewing her lip held me there, despite me trying to balance a full tray with the drinks I ordered.
Whoever she was talking to, it sounded serious.
“Okay, I’ll be there as soon as possible,” she yelled into the phone. “Okay, bye.”
She hung up, then ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, her eyes looking around like she actually had no idea what she was going to do next.
“Dakota,” I called out, waving her my way. She leaned over the bar toward me. “Are you okay?” I spoke into her ear.
She shook her head. “My brother was in a car accident. They rang his girlfriend, but she’s taken Evie up to Montana to visit with her family. I really need to get to the hospital.”
“Go,” I urged. “You need to go.”
Dakota and her brother were extremely close. He was a couple years older, and he and his girlfriend had a little girl called Evie who was the light of both of their lives—and Dakota’s as well. They lived up in Phoenix, so Dakota needed to leave now so she could get there within the next two hours.
“One problem,” she replied sadly, her eyes drifting upward to the VIP area upstairs. It was a massive space with its own bar and stage and looked out over the club below. I’d noticed that it was bustling with activity up there, but the men who were filling the space, they weren’t your typical customers. Some of them were wearing club colors, but I hadn’t paid much attention. I think hanging around with the Brother by Blood had numbed me toward bikers.
It was kind of normal now, so I didn’t often take a second look.
“What’s the problem?”
She pursed her lips tightly before letting out a rushed breath. “I’m meant to be dancing up in the VIP area at eleven. Dave won’t let me get away with not doing unless I have someone to cover me.”
I started to shake my head, ready to form the words, ‘fuck no’ or ‘hell no’ or anything that came before no.
Her eyes began to water, and her bottom lip slipped out into a pout. “Meyah, please,” she pleaded, climbing up onto her knees on the bar and clasping her hands together. Anyone who was nearby turned to look at the spectacle, and if so many people hadn’t been surrounding me, I probably would have tried to make a run for it.
“Stop,” I protested, trying not to laugh as she looked down at me with these huge puppy dog eyes.
“Please!”
“I don’t dance, Dakota,” I yelled.
“Please. Next time your mom rings, I promise I won’t tell her you’re next door with the whole football team.”
I cracked, laughing loudly as I remembered the way my mom had tried to act like she was somewhat okay with me having an orgy with the football team, until I told her Dakota was just winding her up and she’d praised the Lord. Since the shit hit the fan with Ham, Mom had been crazy supportive and a lot less judgmental.
I guess maybe she was trying to make up for basically saying I reminded her of my dad. Or maybe she knew my heart was already hurting enough after what happened with Ham that she was going to encourage anything which might make me a little happier.
“I’ll give you my tips for tonight. Plus, you’ll make big money upstairs.”
“Come on. Help her out,” people started calling, and Dakota’s grin got wider and wider.
