have the patch yet but I do and I’ll gladly slit your fucking throat for thinking with your dick and not your brain about club shit. The girls here are assets, not fucking toys. Get out and sleep it off, don’t fucking come back.”
Diamond huffs under her breath but everyone ignores her as Mav walks out. Tomi’s eyes swing back over to me and I’m pinned to the fucking chair under that gaze. “Everyone out.”
When I shift forward he snaps, “Not you.”
Oh God. Oh fucking hell, I’m dead after all.
His lip curls at me and… is that disgust on his face right now? Disgust at a stripper from a man who runs the club and, rumor has it, has fucked every other girl here?
“Do you know how to speak?”
I nod and then say, “I only hit him in self defense. I’ll never do that kind of shit again, just so long as no one touches me.”
If possible, he looks even fucking angrier. “So you’re happy to sell your body but not follow through with those promises?”
I don’t get what the hell he means. “I’m here to dance on a stage. I was clear during my interview about what I would and wouldn’t do.”
He scoffs. “Sure. Let’s see if you can keep to that, Angel.”
The sarcasm that drips from the words is like acid, burning me right down to my soul. What the hell could I have possibly done to this guy?
I hesitate and he snarls at me, “Get your ass outta my fucking sight.”
That gets me moving, my legs working on autopilot to get me away from his anger. Jesus, what a fucking mess.
My legs are still shaking when I finish up my other dance and when I head out to the locker room again I have to force myself to stay calm. I can’t freak out and avoid this place now because I need the showers here.
I take all of my showers at the club.
Diamond hates it, hates that I do it before and after. She’s been telling the other girls I’m a germaphobe and that’s why I’m doing it. Fuck, I wish that’s all it was.
I shave everything while I’m in there each night before I go out, careful not to nick my skin. Bleeding wounds aren’t going to make me the big tips.
By the time I finish up, my stomach is killing me. I can’t eat until after I’m done for the night because I’m still so nervous every time I get up on the stage that I’ll puke if there’s anything in my gut. Plus being hungry means my stomach is flat and perfectly toned looking, something I’ve never worried about before but now, now it’s all I can think of. I need my stomach flat and my tits perky, just long enough to get me through until I can afford a house and a little buffer. Just enough that I can afford to live and work somewhere else. Somewhere boring.
A coffee shop or something.
Somewhere where there’s no tall, blond, tattooed, and pierced bikers with smoldering blue eyes and a handsome face sneering at the very sight of me.
Fuck.
Why am I thinking about him again already?
Right. I need a boring fucking job where my clothes stay the hell on. Except maybe not, I’d still have to deal with customers there and I’m not sure having clothes on would stop them from trying to touch me.
Why does everyone keep trying to freaking touch me?
Chapter Six
Tomi
When I move to leave The Boulevard I stop by the door and look back over at the stage until Angel comes back out to dance. She’s popular, a whole fucking crowd here waiting for her to come out already.
She’s unbelievably fucking hot.
Even without being ‘struck she’d catch my attention. Long dark hair, big blue eyes, the type of lips a man wants to fuck, ass to get ahold of, and fucking great tits. Fuck.
The swing of her hips is hypnotic as she walks out on the stage.
I feel like she’s a fucking witch, casting some enchantment over me to take my soul but I hold my fucking ground and refuse to give an inch.
Her panties stay on and she has little star pasties over her nipples but she might as well be riding a fucking cock onstage, the way the crowd greets her. She takes to the pole like she was made for it, lots of fucking practice there. No way is this her first gig, no way she hasn’t gone pro