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“Everyone ready?” I asked. All three wore Club Privé robes to be removed on stage, but I trusted their outfits underneath were the ones we’d discussed.
“We’re good,” Dodd said enthusiastically.
Liza nodded, but JJ gave me a searching look. She was one of our seasoned performers and knew how to read me better than Liza did.
“What’s wrong?” the blonde asked.
“This group is a little cruder than our usual clientele,” I said. “I don’t think it’ll be a problem, but if anyone says or does anything that makes you uncomfortable, use your safe word, and we’ll stop things right then. Got it?”
They all nodded, and I confirmed each of their safe words. In all my time at the club, from a server until now, I’d never known of a performance where someone had to use it, but I believed in being prepared for anything. Something in my gut told me that the men at this party were bad news, not just in an ‘all talk, no walk’ kinda way, either.
After introducing the three performers by their stage names and reiterating the club’s consent rules, I moved to the bar. As the trio took the stage, Gus approached me. The tattooed, bald bartender in his mid-forties had started here around the same time I had. He still worked as a bouncer mostly, but handled private party bartending too, providing extra security without seeming distrustful.
“I need to grab more tequila,” he said. “The party booker didn’t restock.”
I nodded, eyes fixed on the stage where Dodd and the women were disrobing and settling in. The party had requested a FFM threesome scene with male domination, so Dodd, wearing only tight black briefs, began by ordering Liza to undress JJ.
As the performance continued, my mind drifted. Usually, some shows here turned me on, but this one left me cold. I wasn’t sure if it was the room’s vibe or my lack of attraction to Dodd, but I only paid enough attention to intervene if needed.
As the show progressed, the audience grew louder and rowdier, tension building until something had to give.
That something was the guy who’d called me a bitch earlier.
He suddenly lurched up, shouting, “Gonna get me some of that!”
My first thought was who actually talks like that, quickly followed by, oh shit, he’s going for the stage.
Gus had vanished for more alcohol, leaving me the closest non-performer. Without thinking, I ran to intercept the asshole, putting myself between him and the stage. He stumbled to a stop as everything froze for a split second before he leered at me.
“You’ll do.”
He lunged at me, triggering chaos throughout the room. I focused solely on my immediate threat as pandemonium erupted around us. True to drunken form, Mr. Grabby-hands aimed straight for my chest.
I sidestepped and warned, “Back off.”
His flushed face contorted uglily. “No one talks to me like that, ‘specially not an uptight cunt whore.”
Ignoring his words, I watched his movements. A woman’s scream momentarily distracted me, and I paid for it. His fingers clamped onto my upper arm, yanking me against him. The stench of liquor assaulted me as I struggled, pushing away with my free hand, but his grip only tightened. Panic crept in as I jerked sideways. Though still trapped, the new angle revealed another man pulling a gun from his waistband.
Screams filled the air as he waved it, and I suddenly thought I was going to die.
Then, like a scene from an action movie, the door burst open. Gavin and Fury charged in, Gavin bee-lining for the gunman while Fury rushed toward me, his eyes blazing with unprecedented intensity. My jaw dropped as Fury grabbed my assailant and slammed his fist into the man’s face. He crumpled, unconscious, before hitting the floor.
“Get them out of my club,” Gavin commanded, his quiet tone belying his anger as security rounded up the men. “They’re banned for life. Photograph every one of them. Anyone who lets them in again is fired.”
“Are you okay?” Fury’s concern drew my attention back to him.
I nodded, my heart still hammering against my ribcage.
“Sienna.” Gavin came over. “Are you hurt?”
“I’m okay,” I said.
“Sienna, I’m so sorry.” Dodd rushed off the stage, clutching a robe in front of him like an afterthought.
“Dodd.” Gavin’s eyes narrowed. “Is this the private party you rented the room for?”
Dodd’s cheeks turned red. “Yeah,” he mumbled.
