to a fucking siren, a fucking nymph out here trying to put every man in here under her spell.
It’s working too.
A slow blush starts on her cheeks as her hips ride that fucking pole, the bump and grind of it has my cock leaking in my jeans.
I’ve sold my soul to a stripper.
I’m not even angry about it anymore.
Chapter Seventeen
Angel
My college classes really start kicking my ass.
It’s a hard pill to swallow because I’ve always been so damn good with my classes, I got my GED at sixteen and never found this stuff hard, but I guess with the small amount of sleep I keep finding myself existing on my brain just doesn’t have enough time to recover and function properly.
If that isn’t bad enough the noise the Chevy keeps making just gets worse and worse until I have to face the facts. If I don’t get it looked at soon the damage might end up irreparable. It’s an old classic but, more than that, it’s a piece of my dad and not something I could ever bear to lose.
I count some money out from the stash in my bag. I haven’t counted it in so long that it’s kind of a shock to see how much is really sitting in there, I really should get around to counting it and making a plan on how the fuck I can deposit it into a bank.
I need to do that to be able to buy a house.
I pull one of my dad’s old sweaters on to cover up a little before I drive over to the garage in town. There’s technically two, but the other one is across the street from the clubhouse and I don’t want to get in Tomi’s way by being on that side of town. He told me to stop wasting his time so… I guess that’s what I’m trying to do.
Half an hour later and I know I’m kind of screwed.
The guys there had been so freaking rude to me. They’ve all obviously seen me dance at The Boulevard and when I stumble over my words, explaining a sound to guys in an enclosed space when you’re touch-phobic and generally cautious around men is fucking hard. They all crack jokes about my ass and tits, and how my boyfriend should be able to fix this shit for me.
I nod along like their words don’t piss me off because there’s nothing I can do about it.
Except that when they give me a price it’s a week’s worth of tips for me. My eyebrows shoot to my hairline but the guy just shrugs at me.
“We both know you can afford it. Don’t walk in here being a cheap little hussy.”
My stomach drops and I walk out to the sound of them all laughing. It’s not like I can’t afford it but… fuck, I don’t want to be put a week behind in my plans. I already feel like the walls are closing in on me, every other day I’m getting catcalled leaving the club or having some guy trying to climb on stage after me.
I need to get out of there.
I arrive to work with my head in the fucking clouds, freaking the hell out about what I’m gonna do about my car, and I make it through my first dance in a fucking daze.
There’s a two-hour break between my sets so I throw clothes back on and sit in the locker room, chewing my lip and staring off into space while I try to figure out if I can make it work.
If I don’t get my truck fixed now and it blows up, I’m fucked.
I could buy a new car to get me through… but where would I leave the old Chevy until I got my house? Are there any costs I could cut to cover the mechanic bill without losing a week’s tips?
I want to throw up by the time Poe and Law find me sitting there.
“Oh shit, did someone try to touch you again? You’d think the dumbasses would learn.”
I glance up and smile at her, quirking an eyebrow at them both. “What are you two doing wandering around here? Rue’ll be pissed if he finds you out here, Poe.”
She shrugs and slings herself down on the bench next to me. Law sits down on the other side of her, huffing a little. “Law’s on babysitting duty tonight. I tried to go out to a movie with a guy from school, didn’t end well.”