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21
Porsche was late again. Wishing it was because of a better reason then tossing and turning all night from tortuous dreams where all she could think about was Bugs. Driving past the trailer each day, wishing he was outside to wave her in. This was stupid, it was a fling, something she’d become very accustomed to and she knew better. They fucked, shared moments and even laughed a bit, but he could only see her as one thing. Maybe it was because this time she wanted him to chase her, unlike in the past when she dead bolted the key to her heart.
She wasn’t going to let the personal get in the way of her responsibilities. Ten minutes ago she was supposed to be in a meeting with Chief for a final review of the entire show for the three nights. Powering into the Roadhouse, the heavy front door swinging wide she found Chief sitting at a table with Hollywood and Onyx, burgers already delivered.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you for waiting on me,” she said trying to get her flustered state down as she slid into the fourth chair and plopped her bag on the table. “Hi guys.”
“Do you have everything organized? I know my moves, but we’ve never put the whole thing together.” Chief took a drink of his cocktail or pop, Porsche wasn’t sure since the man liked a cherry added to practically any drink. “When you ladies transition it’s a thing of beauty.”
“I have everything planned. All the men have been taught their dances and we’ll have some of the ladies helping out to get you guys on and off. Trust me, I think it’s going to be a success. The three nights are completely sold out. Plus, with all the men putting their tips into the kiddie, I am pretty confident we will make enough to fund the truck.”
“That’s wonderful Porsche, I wish I had your confidence.” Chief smiled.
His words struck her, she was confident and sure of what would happen. While any staged activity could fall flat, she’d been dancing for years now and there was a bit of knowledge that came with it. She could read more than people, crowds of them, as they moved their way in a club. Sensing danger or fun. Even when it came to Bugs. She knew what he wanted and it killed her to be wrong. Or partially wrong, he wanted her, but only the parts not the whole her.
“Now all I need to know is the line-up,” Chief said. “When am I pulling out the fire gear?”
“We’re starting with the four stooges,” she said. “Lady Marmaladeis too good of a show starter even if it’s been danced by Freaky, Brick, Cass and Bounty. Those four will get the ladies revved up for you big boy,” she said and smiled at Chief sitting to her left side as her finger went down the list she was giving to their DJ. “Then you can start upGrind On Meand we’ll have the smoke machine ready.”
“And us?” Onyx asked since he and Hollywood were doing a duet. One good thing about two guys with dancers for their Ol’ Ladies, she hadn’t needed to work with them. Topaz and Free took over all their choreography and talked them into a better song thanBad Boys, but she did think they might pull that out at the end of the night if they had to.
“You’re after Baldy dances toEarned It, they’ll go from smooth to promises.” She beamed. “And you two are coming in through the front, right?”
“That was the plan,” Hollywood said. “Old unis not current ones.”
“I know, I know, we don’t want the ladies scrambling and if you actually need to call in the deputies we want them to know the difference between navy and brown.”
“Not like I’ll be able to wear it again after the ladies switched my buttons for snaps,” Onyx said. “It’s all good though.”
“I’m sure you’ll be able to wear it again.” A curve teased the corner of her lips. “Something tells me your routine might get a few notes from Topaz and your ass will be performing it again.”
That was what she was trying to explain to Bugs. When she danced for him she was dancing for him. For his enjoyment and to get his dick hard. Not to tease and walk away with his wallet, but so she could ride him. Draw out their time together and let him touch. Smoothing his hands over her body and getting her primed and ready for anything. Most times she was so into the dance for him he could have done whatever he wanted with her. She was as much lost in feeling and being felt by him as he was in her.
Getting back on track and twenty minutes later Porsche had gone over the whole entire line up the men seemed pleased. Costumes had turned regular clothes into the quickly stripped off ones thanks to snaps and Velcro. Between the training on timing outfit removals and choreography she couldn’t help being a bit proud. Nervous, but proud, because she’d pushed through darkness, helped Bugs and Sydie Bean and was able to pull off a show worthy of any big city or traveling revue.
“Can I ask you guys something?” Porsche questioned, the irritation over the idea she was doing something wrong had been robbing her of sleep and she wasn’t in the mood to take it anymore.
“Sure, ask away.” Onyx answered.
“How do you feel about your women still dancing?” Porsche questioned. “I mean does it bother you that they get paid to show their bodies?”
“I’m a little confused,” Hollywood said. “You’re sounding like a Sunday School teacher moralizing, not a woman who is one of the top draws here.”
“It’s just… you guys seem to take it in stride, was that an easy thing or not?”
Onyx smiled gently. “I love it when Topaz dances. Not going to say it wasn’t a bit to process at first, but living at this son-of-a-bitch’s house made it easier. I got to see how he and Free were and I knew how she was in the Roadside. The divide that happens.”
Hollywood was being his normal quiet self. The reserve that man had made her know to listen when he spoke. Much like Hack he kept most of what he wanted tight to his chest. The connection between both men and their Ol’ Ladies seemed more intimate because of that fact.
“Look, she loves to dance, if she didn’t she’d just run the bar. I love the fact that she can dance, but save something for us.”
“It’s the same with Free and I.” Hollywood smirked. “She’s a fantasy to all and a reality to me, can’t really get much better. Besides, she ain’t touching dicks like Chief’s Ol’ Lady.”
“I swear to God,” Chief snarled. “You say shit to Mountain or Red? No, you don’t.”
“That’s because Red touches as many dicks,” Onyx said. “Seems like a kink in the Luke household.”
Setting both Onyx and Hollywood into a round of laughter.
