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Since I started dancing at Venom, I’ve been making good bank, and the tips I earn each night I dance exceed my wages. The club takes a cut, of course, but not as much as I feared. I guess they don’t need to as they make a lot of money serving drinks to all the perverts who stand around the podiums drooling while I dance.
Not that I care about the customers. Aside from the night of my audition, nobody has hassled me. The security guys keep a close watch on all of us and it’s probably safer in here than it is on my street.
I haven’t seen much of Romano, aside from a couple of times when he’s watched me dance. He seems to have changed his mind about pursuing me, and while I know it’s for the best, I can’t help looking out for him every time I work a shift.
“Hurry up, you’re on in five,” Kat snaps when she sticks her head around the dressing room door. I fucking hate that bitch. She has had it in for me since I started. I mostly ignore her - and all the other girls. I’m not here to make friends. I dance and then go home.
“I know,” I snipe back at Kat as I shove my bag in a locker. The silver bikini I’m wearing covers very little, but I get more tips if I wear less. That said, I refuse to dance topless like some of the girls. I have no issue showing my body off, but not for a bunch of lecherous guys with ill-concealed hard-ons. That’s just gross.
Kat huffs loudly and struts off in her 6-inch heels. How she can walk in them I have no idea. She tried making me wear some stupid Perspex stripper heels on my first night, but I refused. I didn’t fancy breaking a leg or embarrassing myself by falling off the podium, which I suspect was her aim.
Like I said, she’s a grade-A bitch.
I adjust my tits in the bikini top, making sure they are fixed firmly in place, and then head out into the club. It’s a Saturday night and the place is heaving. Just for a change, I’m working the VIP area, where the high-rollers drink. Since Kat has kept me out of here all week, I suspect Shay has something to do with this change of schedule. Unlike Kat, Shay is nice. Kat probably thinks I’ll quit if she makes my nights here miserable. Well good luck, bitch. Not happening. Not while we have hospital bills to pay and Mom still needs chemo.
The path to the podium is clear, thanks to Frank, one of the security dudes. He helps me onto the stage and pulls the ropeback in place. The first track begins, and I’m lost in the music, oblivious to the people watching me.
None of them matter.
The only two people I care about are at home.
?
I’m 20 minutes into my first set when I notice him. He’s sitting in a booth with another guy who has the same look about him. Brother maybe? The other guy sits staring into the bottom of his glass while Romano watches me. There’s a perky blond hovering next to the table and she keeps flicking her hair and pushing her boobs in his face, but he seems oblivious.
Knowing he’s watching encourages me to put a little more pep into my routine. I shake my ass and swing my body around, pushing the envelope with every move I make. Up here, people stay sitting rather than hovering around the podium, but the table of guys closest to me seems appreciative of my talent. One of them leans forward to leer at my tits while licking his fleshy lips. He’s gross, but the designer suit and expensive watch he wears tell me I’ll get a good tip if I play along.
So, I give it all I got and have a little fun. By the time my set ends, my skin is slick with sweat, and I’m parched. I gather up all the tips and tuck the cash into my bikini top. A little extra padding never hurt.
My creepy admirer is waiting for me, a crocodile smile firmly in place. I try not to cringe when he sidles up to me. After all,he threw a hundred-dollar bill on the stage, so he’s basically covered our electricity for the week.
Then he drops a sweaty hand on my hip. I freeze. I can’t stand men touching me without my permission. Not after what happened.
“Please get off me,” I say in a low voice. Maybe he’s just being friendly. I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. I try to pull back, but he grips me like a vice.
“Don’t be like that, angel, I gave you a decent tip. I figure that earns me some of your company.”
“I’m not for sale, asshole,” I growl, but he’s not listening. The sense of entitlement is astounding. Before I can say another word, the man is shoved backward and I realize Romano has materialized to save my honor…again.
“Get your fucking hands away from my girl,” he snarls at the creep, who looks pissed off as hell.
“Cool it, I was just being friendly. She’s a dancer and I’m a paying customer. It’s all part of the deal.”
“It’s my club and no, she’s not being paid to suck your dick.”
Romano positively vibrates with rage, but his expression is deceptively calm. I’m not sure why he’s intervened. I’m guessing he wouldn’t normally step up and protect the dancers. That’s a job for security. Speaking of whom, two beefy guys have appeared on my left. They’re watching but not getting involved. Yet.
The guy who was sitting with Romano is also watching, but he seems more curious than worried.
“Am I supposed to be impressed it’s your club?” This idiot really needs to learn to read the fucking room. “Have you any idea who I am, asshole?”
Romano laughs. Straight-up fucking laughs. It’s chilling as hell because I know who his family is and Professor Clueless here has no clue who he’s messing with.
“I don’t care who you are,” Romano says. Ice drips from his voice but his eyes are black with rage.
The guy doesn’t like being told he’s essentially a nobody. He takes a swing at Romano, who blocks him easily and then punches him in the face. I watch him go down and not get back up. Oops. Some woman nearby screams, and the guy’s friends rush over to check he’s OK. He seems OK, although I suspect he’ll have a nasty headache. Frankly, I don’t give a shit if he has a fucking brain hemorrhage. Maybe it will teach him the concept of consent.
The two waiting security guards lift him and carry him away while people in the vicinity pretend they aren’t watching the show.
