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“Sadie is already in there. They saw you on stage and requested you to join them,” he says with a big smile, reaching for the doors. “Let me know if you ladies need anything.” He winks, pulling them open for me.
I take a deep breath, stepping into the room and the atmosphere changes. The Fountain room is meant to feel more secluded and personal. Even the songs played in this room are different from what the dancer requests to play on the main stage when it’s her turn.
It’s a large room, meant for a bachelor or birthday party. The lights are just as bright, but they’re not as flashy. They’re more subtle. Red rope lights line the ceiling and black walls, giving off a seductive feel. The carpet is black with what looks like gray-and-blue confetti. The stages—there are two—are both matte black with chrome poles.
“Hey, girl.” Sadie stands on the main stage with her hand around the neck of a bottle of champagne.
“Where are they?” I ask, noticing she’s alone.
“Stepped out. They’ll be right back.” She crouches, holding out the bottle to me, and I take it, throwing it back. “How are you feeling?”
“They’ve started to kick in,” I answer, knowing what she’s asking.
“Good.” She smiles at me. “Just so you know, they’re dressed up.”
I frown and take another drink from the bottle. “Dressed up?”
“Wearing masks.” She bites her black-painted bottom lip. “Fuck, it’s so hot. Likechase me through the woods and make me scream for my lifehot. I’d let them both have their way with me.”
I laugh, handing her back the bottle. She holds out her free hand, and I take it, letting her help pull me up on the side of the stage. I step on the chair and push off it a little too hard, and I crash into her. We both fall to the cold stage, laughing.
“How much have you had to drink?” I ask, looking up at her while she moves to straddle my hips.
“Not enough.” She tosses her head back and gulps down the champagne. Some spills over her chin and onto her chest.
I look over her Red Riding Hood outfit. My hands grip her hips and feel the soft material between my fingers. She gasps, bringing the tip from her lips and sucking in a deep breath. “Open wide.” She smiles down at me.
I part my lips, letting go of her waist and run my hands over my chest and up into my hair, loving the feel. The pills doing their job. She brings the tip of the bottle to my lips and tips it back.
The cold, sweet bubbly fills my mouth, and I open my throat, swallowing it. She tilts it a little more, and I cough, spitting it out all over her making her laugh. She gets off me and helps me up. I walk over to the back of the stage and face the floor-to-ceiling mirror, looking at myself.
I run my hands over the booty shorts and decide to go ahead and remove them, leaving myself in nothing but my white thong that readsDaddy’sin red. I have my Harley Quinn top on that saysDaddy’s little monster. It’s so short that my under boob can be seen. Benny paid for my boobs last year. It was my Christmas present. I’m all for body modifications. I don’t care if you’re tucked, sucked, or flipped. If you’re happy with yourself, that’s all that matters.
The light hits my wedding ring on my left hand, and it makes my already racing heart pound in my chest. Most dancers wear them when they work. Some really are married, and others do it to make the guys think they’re not actually available outside of the club. If the men think they can date you, they quit paying you. If they think we’re unavailable, they offer us more for our time. Plus, the married men don’t want anyone knowing what they do with us. They just want you to give them what their wives won’t.
It’s a simple concept. One that I’m more than willing to play along with.
THIRTY-FOUR
ASHTYN
I’m bent down over by the mirror once again, sucking down what’s left of my drink that I had picked up at the bar when I see the doors open. I quickly set it down and grab my lipstick out of my clutch that I brought back here with me for this very reason. I reapply the red to my already numbing lips so it’s fresh. Some of it had rubbed off on the bottle of champagne that me and Sadie finished off. I toss it by my now empty drink and walk back toward the pole, looking down at my heels. Slowly dragging the toe of them on the stage as I take my time.
“I can Tell” by 504 Boyz begins to fill the large room, and I smile, letting the pole swing me around, giving my audience my back as they get seated to enjoy the show, knowing Sadie is on the opposite stage.
This is what I love about my job. So many women look down on us and will talk shit about what we choose to do with our bodies. Saint made me comfortable with my body. And why not make money off it while I’m young? I know this type of job has an expiration date, so I’m going to use it to my advantage while I can.You only live once. And when you were once as close to death as me, you learn to take that saying seriously.
Turning around, I spread my legs wide open and slide my back down the pole, eyes closed. Once my ass hits my heels, I open my eyes, and I gasp at what I see sitting at the front of the stage.
A guy leans back in his chair—center stage—legs spread wide. His hands rested on his jeans-clad thighs and a black hoodie on. It’s the mask he wears that throws me off.They dressed up.Sadie had said.
It’s a devil mask. But unlike any one I’ve ever seen. It’s mainly white, faded to gray and black in places. The eyes are red and so are the horns that curve up out of the top where eyebrows would be. The jaw comes to a point, the lips are black, and there’s an upside-down cross between the eyes. It looks ridiculously sexy under the neon lights.
My heart races when he leans forward, placing his forearms on the edge of the stage. The mask tilts to the side, and my body heat rises while my breathing picks up. I can’t see his eyes, but I can feel them on me. Scorching hot and unashamed. I lick my already numbing lips.
I’ve always had a mask kink. It’s one of the reasons I love Halloween so much. Give me a group of men with nothing but masks and jeans on, and I will drool all over myself like a fucking idiot while begging them to fuck me. I blame Saint, Haidyn, and Kashton for that. The Lords in general always wore masks.
Some women want roses and diamonds, candlelit dinners and I love yous. Not me. I want to be choked and told I look pretty with your cum covering my face.
