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I about take them out but stop myself just in time. The strong smell of perfume hits my nostrils, making me want to gag for some reason. It’s too sweet and too strong. I start coughing and turn my head away to do so.
A hand moves gently up and down my back, making me want to recoil from it. So far, nothing is going as it should. In my peripheral vision I notice a pair of sky-high heels, followed by long legs that are covered in enough glitter to cover the entire damn city.
“Don’t touch me,” I growl at the stripper who’s trying to make a move on me under the pretense of caring about my wellbeing.
She instantly pulls her hand away, but she doesn’t go very far.
“So touchy,” she whispers again into my ear. “That’s hot.”
I roll my eyes and finally turn to face her, not even caring whether I hurt her feelings or not. When our eyes clash, I realize it’s Lala, the stripper who is working for Bricks. In exchange for the information she brings to him, he is supposed to deliver one of his own men to her on a platter.
“It won’t be as hot when I get your ass thrown out of this place,” I inform her, the tone of my voice as cold as ice. “Last I heard, the dancers are not supposed to touch the patrons unless they are invited to do so. And the other way around,” I make sure to add before she has a chance to throw it into my face.
My words don’t seem to have much impact on her though. She just gives me an obnoxious smile while her eyes go over my entire body. There is pure lust and hunger in her gaze. The infatuation she has on Puck is not enough to stop her from doing her thing.
I do wonder sometimes if strippers are capable of not cheating. There are a few guys in our club who are shacked up with the dancers from the club we recently purchased. I never cared what they did, but if I had a woman, I’d be going mad knowing others are putting their hands on her when I’m not around.
“You seemed sick,” Lala now smiles at me. “I was only trying to make you feel better.”
“The stench of you is what made me sick to begin with,” I deadpan.
She doesn’t like that one bit.
“What are you talking about?”
I point at her. “Whatever the fuck perfume you’re wearing, it’s awful. And you have enough glitter to clog the damn pipes when you shower. I’m assuming you take showers.”
Lala stares at me for a few moments, mouth open in shock. She has a banging body, and she knows it. I bet no one has ever said no to her, let alone insult her personal hygiene.
“You are a fucking asshole,” she spits at me. “And I hope you drop dead sooner rather than later.”
My eyebrows go up in amusement at her straightforwardness. Considering what I know about her, I know she really means it. I see the exact moment when she realizes what she did. The scowl on her face disappears, making her look much younger.
“I do apologize,” she gives me a shy smile that doesn’t match our surroundings. “That was completely uncalled for. Can I offer you a free private dance for your troubles?”
I almost bust out laughing at hearing that.
“No, thanks.”
With that, I turn my back to her. By now, there is a shot of whiskey waiting for me on the bar. I pick it up and down it in one swig before slamming the glass back down.
Lala waits for a little longer before leaving in a huff. I’m sure that she will share everything with Bricks, that being the reason why she bothered to offer me a free dance as well.
I order a bottle of beer and head toward the tables closer to the stage. I want to make sure I am being obvious about my intentions. I called ahead of time to ask if Ruby was dancing tonight, and, according to what I was told, she should start after the dance currently happening.
When I look to the side, I notice two members of the Lizards are here as well. Sully and Puck are a few tables over, same as always. Puck is drunk off his ass and Sully watches over him.
I must be staring for too long when Sully turns his head slightly and our eyes meet over the expanse of the room. His dark eyes never waver, not even when Puck slaps his arm in an effort to get his attention.
“Please welcome Ruby!”
The announcer’s voice interrupts our staring contest. I bring the bottle of beer to my lips and take a sip, my eyes moving to the stage now.
There’s a little bit of smoke filling it right before the bass starts shaking the room. It vibrates into my chest, reminding me how much I hate this shit nowadays.
When the smoke clears up a little, the outline of Ruby’s body appears as she is wrapped around the pole in the center of the stage. She is hanging upside down, with her tits close to spilling out of the barely there bra she has on. It is just for show, definitely not for any support or coverage.
Her body glistens in the colored lights shining from above the stage, and, before long, I am completely enthralled by her every move. She almost glides across the stage, giving more attention to some tables than to others, depending on how much money they throw at her.
