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Fucking pigs.
The dogs all step out, unchanged even after so many years. They all look older, some better than others, and they all wear the same brand name clothes like they used to.
James. Tanner. Sergio. Peter.
Neil.
My blood burns hot as Neil circles me, taking in my outfit. My flowing red dress pushes my glorious fake tits up; heels make my ass and legs look amazing. I remember what he likes.
“Club’s closed tonight, sweetness,” Neil says, a smile still on his face as he slowly comes back in front of me, leaning into my space.
He smells exactly like I remember. It’s not a scent I could ever describe, just like everyone has a unique sort of smell. It’s something that reminds me of all those days of pain.
His hair is darker than I remember, closer to black, and his blue eyes still hide the darkness I know is inside. The crinkles around his mouth hint at humor rather than malice.
“Come back another time,” he finishes with a whisper before winking with a laugh and walking off. They follow him and I feel the smallest moment of panic before I regain my composure.
“Actually,” I reply, causing them to slow their steps, “I was just telling my new friends here,” I flash a grin at Pedro who actually flushes. “That I was looking for an audition.”
They all stop and look at Neil. His confident posture makes his position of king-macho-ass obvious. Those wide shoulders that lured me in so easily all those years ago still look great in the suit jacket. He appears to think on this for a moment before chuckling.
“Aren’t you a little old to be on the pole, sweetheart?”
My blood boils and I let it pool over, reasoning that any woman would be insulted by that. They really shouldn’t antagonize a woman like me, though. The corners of my mouth turn up in an icy smile.
“Honey, when you see me up there, you’ll understand that age don’t mean shit when you’ve got what I do.”
“And what’s that?”
“A golden pussy and a rhythm that won’t quit.”
Choked sounds surround me, but Neil only grins. I can’t wait to wipe the smile off of his face, but for now, I’ll revel in luring him in and sucking him dry. That was, after all, my specialty.
“Well, boys,” he says with a grin that makes my already cool blood turn to ice, “I’ve never been able to say no to a pretty woman.”
“And a pretty woman never said no to you either,” Tanner interjects, and they all laugh.
Oh yeah, that did it. My icy veins boil at the inaccuracy of that statement. I have to keep my expression calm, but I remember Tanner and his jokes well enough. I remember saying no and the sound of his laughter in the background.
“Please, no,” I sob as I try fruitlessly to push them away. Blood and tears run into my eyes and obscure my vision. I flail blindly but am quickly held down.
“She says no, boys!” Neil laughs and they all follow. “Guess we better change her mind….”
I’m brought back to the moment when Neil steps up to me. I hear the doors open behind me, and I know I’m in.
“Come on then,” he says with a grin.
We step into the club, and I make a quick note of the exits. There aren’t many pictures of inside, but I’ve heard enough. It was honestly lucky I saw the newspaper article about this place when I did, though I hadn’t risked coming in person before I was ready.
A bar wraps around most of the room. Scattered around are tall glass banisters that seem to be more for aesthetic than function. Purple and blue lights shine beneath the glass, illuminating it. There are columns around the edge of the room as well as small platforms throughout that are all dark, and I can imagine with the lights and music going it would give a great sensual but lively ambiance.
My gaze falls to the couches, fuzzy black and white. There are a few fish tanks, a cage, and all sorts of random things. It’s like someone started making something classy, then found the tackiest shit they could on purpose and added it.
There’s a bartender puttering around, but otherwise, it’s empty.
I vaguely wonder why it would be closed tonight but push it from my mind, keeping my smile and swagger on as I make my way to drop my purse on one of the barstools. I see the bartender watching me and throw him a wink.
He has dark eyes ringed with liner and an open vest revealing a hard chest underneath. Yummy. He scowls and turns away. I shrug. Must be gay.
