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Rather than being offended, he looks amused. “Could be my way of ensuring no one gets too close,” he drops to a conspiratorial whisper, leaning closer. “Or I’m just used to getting what I want and don’t mind spending money to get it.”
Rolling my eyes, I nod for Nat to get a move on it and turn my back on the stranger with apparently too much money on his hands and not enough to do with it. A pity. There’s a lot of good money can accomplish in this world. Unfortunately for both of us, getting me on that stage is not one of them. Not that I never have danced up there before, but not at the request of an entitled dick.
The song playing ends, and Sasha begins to climb off stage as her set ends. The pause between her set and Tiffany’s is slightly longer than usual, drawing my attention that way to see what the problem is. Tease doesn’t have the same vibe as a nightclub, but not quite like a bar either. It’s somewhere in the middle with music and energy that evolves throughout the night depending on our moods and the crowd.
Tonight has been leaning more and more into the club atmosphere, with the lights dimming and the music growing louder. Something about the crowd tonight is feeding into it. The sudden pause is drawing more and more looks from the tables as their gazes search the pit for the next dancer.
When Tiffany finally makes her appearance, she has a microphone in hand and a wicked smile that spells trouble. My eyes narrow, and sure enough I find Nat preening as she smiles in my direction. I can't help but laugh at their antics, even if I already know stranger boy is about to get exactly what he asked for.
Rather than allowing Reggie, who is managing the pit tonight, to announce her, Tiffany introduces herself. The mischievous glint in her eye grows as she flourishes her hand in my direction, daring me to join her for her first dance. She laughs as she waits for my response, Nat and Alysha grinning from ear to ear. Even Reggie’s lip twitch as he raises a brow in challenge.
I shake my head at the lot of them.
Brats. Every single one of them.
I hop over the bar and make my way to the pit where I can climb onto the stage where Tiff is waiting for me. She takes my hand with hers as the crowd cheers, some of the regulars whistling. This hardly feels sensual, more entertaining than anything. At least I’m familiar with all of the girls’ routines.
Tiffany kisses my cheek and I take a small bow before we take center stage. Where she’s usually a couple inches shorter than me, her heels give her enough lift for her to gain the advantage as she spins me around and the music slowly starts. I recognize the beginning notes of Collide by Justine Skye and Tyga, the same song Tiffany always starts with. She prefers to start slow and sensual before working up into a faster tempo.
Letting her take the lead, I follow a step behind her. She adjusts her routine to keep the pole work to a minimum, choosing instead to dance against my body, gripping my hips in her hands and grinding my hips in beat with her.
She pushes every step of the way, trying to make me the center of attention even as I do the bare minimum, making her work all the harder. I laugh as she runs her hand down my arm, catching my hand with hers and leading it to the tie of her cropped top. I pull the string, swaying my body to the rhythm to the music while Tiffany throws her head back and shakes her hair out. Girl is a performer through and through.
I gently ease the top off her shoulders, exposing her top that covers even less than my own. She spins around, pushing her ass into me as she shakes her tits to the crowd. It’s only another beat of the song before she’s turning back to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and dancing against my body, moving down until her ass hits the stage. Her tongue dances against the exposed skin on my thigh and I shake my head when she grins up at me. Her rise is just as slow as her drop was and when her hands find the tie for my bikini top, I click my tongue. “Don’t even think about it, Tiff. You know the rules.”
She sticks her tongue out at me, settling for caressing my chest over my top. Moving behind me, she attempts to push it again, pushing my tits together for the crowd before teasing the edges of the top as if she’s going to pull the small triangle to the side and expose my nipples. I tug on her hair and she laughs,dropping her hands and leading me to the pole instead. I should have known better than to think she was going to just let it go so easily. I didn’t give her what she wanted. Like I said. Brat.
Flipping her off, I wrap my hand around the pole and take a couple of steps before climbing the pole and doing the one pole move I do know. Tiff drops into the splits in front of me as I do the extended firemen spin right as the song comes to an end.
As soon as the last note rings out, I drop off the pole, take a bow and point the attention back to Tiffany who beams at me. “Thanks for the dance,” she teases, wrapping her hand around the pole and taking over the stage.
Reggie helps me off the stage, chuckling. “Been a while since I’ve seen you up there.”
I roll my eyes. “They know my weaknesses.”
He hums his agreement. “Your inability to back down from a challenge.” His eyes flick back to the stage. “You controlled her well though, she wanted to take it much further.” Oh, I know. Tiff is all about pushing boundaries and she’s far more into women than she is men. She would have turned it into a bad porno if she had her choice.
Nodding my acknowledgement, I gesture back to the bar where Alysha is suddenly being swamped. I move around the pit, heading back to my usual station, waving to regulars as they call me out and ignoring the catcalls and whistles from the brief dance.
As I slip behind the bar, and get to work on taking orders, I stop in my tracks and do a double take. “Isla?” I call out, my eyes moving to the crowd of football players around her. Well football players and a huge dude in sparkly shorts and a blonde wig. She spins, giving me a huge grin.
“Tor! We came to visit you.” Her eyes are glazed with that look she only gets when she’s been drinking. What the fuck ishappening? And where the hell is Wells? How could he leave her?
My eyes flash back to the football players and understanding dawns on me. The party. Wells wraps his arm around Isla and pulls her into his side, leading her closer to the bar. I start to recognize the other guys with them, noticing Beau first as he winks at me, then James. Oh no. My lips twitch as I focus on the guy in the bad blonde wig.
Baylor.
His hazel eyes burn fiercely as he meets my gaze. “Isla said you don’t dance,” he says, his words running into each other just enough to give away he’s had just as much as Isla, if not more, but not quite enough to be considered a slur.
I cock my head trying to decipher the emotion behind those words. It’s not anger.
“She told me the same thing,” the stranger from earlier says, but he’s wearing a smug smile as he raises a brow in my direction. “Apparently it’s not money that gets her on the stage.” His smirk is starting to edge into annoying and I click my tongue. “Just a dare,” he finishes.
Confusion passes over Isla’s face as she looks to Wells. “I never said that,” she whispers, making me chuckle as I begin pouring beers for everyone except for Isla. She gets a water.
The guys around her all stifle their laughs as Wells runs his hand through her hair. “Not you, babe. Tor said that.”
Isla nods as she understands, turning to face the stranger again. “Who are you?”
