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Yeaaaah, I wasn't going to strip. I wasn’t aware that my outfit even alluded to stripping.
"I came for a Jack and tits," I sassed as I pulled my ID from his hold.
Bold of him to assume I was here looking for a job. Asshat.
He raised a confused brow but stepped aside to let me in. Squaring my shoulders, I walked into the club like I was comfortable being around naked women showing their boobs and butts. Not that I had a problem with strippers or sex workers. More power to them for being comfortable enough to let it all hang out. Men were stupid, and props to these women for milking them dry. I admired that. My issue was the fact that I had never been in a strip joint—or a bar, for that matter.
Being a smarty-pants was a lonely life. I was too smart for my peers, so I moved up in grades, and then I was too young for my classmates to hang out with.
As I got older, it also made dating complicated.
Not that I dated much because I had met my “soulmate,” so high school had been a bust. I shook my head thinking aboutthatdisaster. Smarty-pants, my ass. Then after that, I was just focused on myself and my career. Boys and dating seemed like a waste of time.
The light inside was dimmed, and the club was hazy due to the smoke. I scrunched my nose in disgust. I hated the smell of tobacco, mainly because it reminded me of he-who-should-not-be-named.
I loved the Dark Lord. My father? Not so much.
I sat at the bar so I could observe people coming and going. It was the perfect place to keep an eye out for the mayor. After what seemed like forever—though it had only been fifteen minutes—my golden ticket to a better life finally walked in.
I recognized him instantly. There was something about a man with a huge ego that made him stand out. He was taller than he looked in his pictures. His skin was aged, and his hair gray. I didn’t know what was shinier: the fake teeth or his fancy-schmancy watch.
He went straight to the other end of the club, took a seat, and began to have a conversation with another man. The red light illuminated the other man. Wowzah, he was handsome. Dark hair, a neat suit, and a lot younger than Mayor Callahan Skeevy. Although he was a lot younger than the mayor, one thing I could almost guarantee was that the man was shady as heck too. Why else would they be having a meeting at a titty bar?
So, I forced myself to get a Jack and Coke, because that was about the only drink I knew how to order…other than an appletini, and I doubted I could get one of those. I was driving, so getting drunk was a big no. Not that I wanted to get buzzed here; I just wanted to fit in.
When the dancers came out, I thought I would have been horrified, but I was enthralled by the way these girls moved. I mean, the amount of strength it must have taken to pull their bodies up and do those twists and turns. I was their biggest fan. Plus, to do it all under the pressure of this icky man's gaze? Amazing!
The next thing I knew, the MC announced that it was time for the last set of the night. Holy crap, I needed to get a move on. Oddly, I was feeling confident enough to go to talk to Mayor Skeevie. I got up and finished the rest of my drink.
He was my great white whale, and I was not going to reel him in by sitting on my ass. Squaring my shoulders and taking a deep breath, I went for it.
Here goes nothing.
Since I didn't do sexy or even know where to start, I just walked up to the table where the two men sat. I was almost there when someone pulled me back by my arm.
Um, what the heck?
“Dude!" I shrieked, because I was not a fan of being manhandled.
“You look lost, little lady.” The guy grinned.
There was old as in 'daddy' was hot, but he was old as in icky old.
"I'm okay. Let me go." I tried to go for aggressive politeness, but he wasn't getting the hint.
He tried to pull me toward him, and that was when I pushed him, causing him to fall on his ass.
What happened next, I would have never predicted.
“What the hell?”a man who was behind us yelled.
He had been getting a lap dance, and security came to get the stripper, I assumed for safety reasons. He was now shouting that he hadn’t gotten his money's worth.
Drinks went flying, people were pushing and shoving, and in my state of mind, I tried to get to Mayor Skeevy. If he saved me from this mess, it could be a damsel in distress situation, and it would still get me in.
I tried walking the short distance, but I was grabbed by my elbow.
I didn't think. I acted. Searching frantically for the first item I could find, I picked it up and aimed it at the person's face.
