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Arching her hips as she gasped, her chest raising with each little pant. She was sex on fishnet-covered legs. When she reached up and tore the fishnet top, biting her lower lip and making eye contact with the older man, she breached their walls. They cascaded notes at her; the floor littering with them. She crawled toward me, eyes on mine, and I added the last of the money I had, our bus fare to Barcelona, to the other offerings. I leant forward and slid the notes into the waistband of the fishnet skirt, muttering a low good girl to her. Her pupils dilated as she heard me, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. Esther looked like she was in heaven, enjoying every second of having all eyes on her. She tore the skirt from behind, her round ass looking perfectly biteable as she did. When she slipped her bra off, the stag party cheered, sending her cheeks the most glorious shade of red. Her nipples were hard as she brushed her fingers down over them as she danced. She seemed to be thirty seconds short of slipping her fingers into her thong and fucking herself right there when the music came to its crescendo.
The crowd was wild, lust heavy in the air around us as people pressed closer to the stage, men taking the chance to shove note after note into the paltry amount of clothing she had left.
When the music ended she stood there, revelling in the attention for a moment, cheeks aflame but eyes sparking in delight. Then she stooped to gather up the piles of notes scattered around the stage. To my surprise, pride swelled in my chest as I watched her up there, claiming something for herself in the world that restricted her so much. Her family would go fucking ape shit if they knew she liked to strip, not even for the money, but because it got her revved up. Not that I’d ever let her secret be known. It was ours now.
I stood as she alighted from the stage.
‘Meet you in the alley out back,’ she whispered as she passed me, arms full of notes. I watched her head toward the door and froze as a guy from the stag party blocked her way.
‘I want a private dance, luv,’ he slurred, his eyes unable to fully focus.
‘No, thank you,’ she said, her voice reaching me as I sidled closer to them.
‘You’ve got no choice. I’ve got the money and I want those tits in my face.’
‘I said no.’ Esther went to move past him, and he reached out and grasped a nipple hard between his fingers.
She yelped and tried to pull away, only making him smirk as he dug his fingers into her flesh even harder. There wasn’t the time to wait for security to see amongst the crowd of people.
Within two steps, I was on him, my fingers gripping into his throat and entirely cutting off his air supply. He let go of Esther, who took one look at the situation and scurried off toward the back room to gather her things.
I pushed the drunken idiot backwards until I sandwiched him between the wall and myself, his face turning a delightful shade of puce as he sputtered desperately.
‘What gives you the fucking right to touch her?’ I asked, my voice hard. I let him have enough air to reply while keeping him pinned in place.
‘Fuck off. What are you, a fucking white knight? She’s a whore. Who cares?’
‘I care.’
His nose crunched as I punched him, my fist aching from the collision with it. Blood spurted out of him as he crumpled.
‘You broke my fucking nose!’ he wailed through the torrent of blood as I turned to walk away. He was lucky there were too many witnesses for my trusty knife to make an appearance.
His friends crowded around, looking like they’d make trouble, but made way when I didn’t give any leeway. I’d learned as a kid that the cat’s defence mechanism would do me well. It didn’t matter how big the other guy was, if you still went in claws a-blazing and looking crazed, the others would soon back down. Most of the time. When intimidation doesn’t work, a lot of enemies lose their muster.
I’d almost made it out of the front door when a hand gripped my shoulder. I twisted, ready to deal with whoever it was. I came face to face with a security guard who said something in Spanish.
‘English,’ I said between my teeth.
‘Ah, yes. I wanted to say sorry. One of my guys should have been there to get in between them. We take the safety of the girls important here.’
My shoulders relaxed as I smiled at him. ‘No worries, mate.’
Then I was out in the cool evening air, walking at speed around the street to the back alley, needing my girl in my arms.
TWENTY-NINE
ESTHER
Kicking off the heels and shoving my feet into my trainers, I grabbed an oversized hoody someone had left on the back of a chair backstage and dragged it over my head. I stuffed the wads of cash into the front pocket and picked up my discarded clothing before heading for the back door. I needed to get out fast before someone started asking questions about who I was.
Cold air hit my legs as I burst into the alleyway, the door shutting with a snap behind me.
‘Hey, pretty girl,’ Alec’s voice was gravelly as he appeared from a nook a few steps down the alley.
‘Hey.’ I grinned as I walked over to him, throwing my arms around him. Excitement still coursed through me from my time on the stage. I hadn’t felt so alive in a very long time. ‘Are you okay?’
‘Yeah. Just drunken punks. Are you okay?’
