I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, before looking across the room at my friend Octavia, or Tavi for short, to where she leaned against the wall. Her long blond hair pruned to within an inch of its life as it always was when we were going out to perform. She smiled at me, as she caught my eye.
“Ready for the same old shit?” she asked with a wry smile, before adjusting the purple corset style lingerie she had on tonight. Neither one of us enjoyed our job, but we stayed because it paid well, and both of us wanted out. We were saving for better things. And working here gave us a fast track to getting what we needed. More than a standard job ever could, and that was what continued to bring us back.
“Ready as I will ever be.” I flicked back my long dark waves over my shoulder, already uncomfortable in the heels I had on tonight. “I think these shoes were a bad idea.” I grumbled, and I heard Ettie, one of the other girls giggling as she applied another layer of mascara in preparation for us starting our shift. We were currently in the backstage area all adding the finishing touches, making sure we looked our best.
“But you look hot, Gi-Gi.” She told me with a wink. “And you know that is what sells. They make your legs look amazing! Get you plenty of tips tonight, I bet.”
I rolled my eyes in response. I wasn't so sure of that, but I don’t know what I would do without those girls. They always picked me up when I felt down, and were always there for me. I knew we were labeled as being trashy for working in such an establishment, but each and every one of us were decent girls, with our very own reasons for being here. Not that anyone cared for that, especially the guys that came to watch us dance. We were here to do a job, and that was all they wanted. It didn't matter to them that we didn't want to be here...
“Let's get going, our turn on the stages, I do believe.” Frankie spoke up from her space in front of one of the dressing tables, telling us the shift change was due, meaning the girls currently dancing would be moving onto circulating around the bar serving drinks. Any way to encourage the customers to spend their money.
I took a deep breath, already looking forward to my finishing time, imagining sitting down upon my sofa with a hot chocolate before settling down for bed. And then, I walked out of the door into the dark corridor which led to the newly furnished bar, which was already beginning to fill up with customers.
I made my way to the usual stage I danced upon… the one I preferred as it was hidden away in the corner just past the entrance, so it often meant I got missed. I gave Shayla a hug as she finished her dance, which already earned a few cheers from the few men sitting at the tables surrounding the small stage.
I stepped onto the stage, once more cursing the heels I had chosen for tonight. They were going to be the death of me… or my feet at least! They were so not comfortable, and most definitely not easy to walk in, let alone dance in... but like Ettie had told me, I had to think of the tips they might earn me. So, I did what I did each night, and put on my professional face as I began my much practiced dance moves.
I had done dance professionally growing up, learning since I was a young girl. And I continued through high school and then through college too, alongside my degree. Though never in a million years had I expected to use my dancing skills to do something like this. But, it was giving me the opportunity to make my escape. An escape from a life that I could not return to.
“Show us your tits!” Some random guy in the crowd bellowed toward me, and I bit my lip to hold back my anger. All our clothes stayed on. Admittedly, there were very few clothes, but that was what earned us the money, and encouraged the guys to pay to come and sit at the stages.
And, thankfully, our boss expected nothing more of us than dancing, though a few of the girls I wasn’t particularly close with did do more for extra money if asked, but I did not go there. I would not lower myself to that. And while I was more than used to comments such as this, they still got under my skin.
One of the bar security men stalked straight over to the guy, muttering into his ear. No doubt giving him a warning to behave himself, making me smile. Hopefully, I would have no more issues with him tonight, but I highly doubted he would be the last...
I did what I so often did and allowed my mind to log out. Shift into thoughts of better things as I allowed my eyes to drift across the bar as I twisted and curved my body in time to the music. The moves were almost automatic now, as I did them so often, as my thoughts wandered while I allowed my eyes to linger over the crowd.
Only to meet the gaze of a handsome man. Tall, tattooed and strong. He was standing with a small group of other men, all laughing and joking as they chatted it seemed, but he looked as uncomfortable in here as I felt. Yet his dark eyes felt like they were eating me up. But there was something different about him that intrigued me, and I had no clue why…
I continued to dance, knowing my boss would be watching us all, and I would get in trouble if I allowed myself to become distracted. But as I continued to dance, doing my best to keep the customers happy, my gaze kept falling on the handsome stranger, who’s big brown eyes appeared to be waiting for mine…
The bar was becoming busier, so it seemed it was a popular place, though looking around, I could see why. Half-naked women would certainly be a draw, I was sure.“You wanting another drink?” Levi asked, and I nodded, unsure if he would hear me over the music.My eyes wandered around the room once more, though I could not help allowing them to fall back to the dark-haired beauty in the corner. It was almost as if she did not want to be seen, although surely that couldn't be the case when she chose to work somewhere like this. But, if she was trying to hide out, it hadn't worked. I had seen her. Oh, I had seen her, and was struggling to take my eyes away from her. She was stunning, and should not be in a place like this. Though, in truth, I am sure none of the girls should be…“Got your eye on someone Mase?” Killian nudged me with his elbow, suddenly bringing my attention back to my immediate surroundings, rather than to the woman across the room who was currently moving her hips in a w
Her beautiful body moved seductively toward our table, and I could not take my eyes from her. Waves of deep brown hair with a hint of purple under the lights of the bar. Her red and black corset was enhancing every curve of her womanly body…‘You are practically drooling!’ Killian linked with a chuckle. ‘You know that, right?’I quickly shifted my gaze to him, turning it to a scowl. He was asking for a slap. I was admiring the view was all. And a beautiful view it was. Was that not the point of coming in here? My friends had wanted me to come out and enjoy myself, meet women... well, that was what I was doing. And, right now, I have to say, I was actually enjoying myself, which surprised me.“I heard you guys were out to celebrate you getting married soon, is that right?” A sultry voice began, making me bring my gaze right back to the beauty, who was now at our table. In fact, disappointment filled me as I realized she had not come across to me after all. She was standing authoritativ
I could not help but glance at the handsome man in front of me that I was being asked to dance for. His deep brown eyes had barely left mine since he had sat down. And now I found myself taken aback by the fact he had offered me his hand. I was here to dance for him, as suggested by his friend. So why was he offering me his hand? What did he plan to do? Dance with me?As he pulled me close, I felt my heart begin to race, when I almost landed on his lap. His strong, spicy, masculine scent filled my senses and made me feel almost dizzy with lust, taking me by surprise. “I have no intention of disappointing you, beautiful.” He whispered, and I felt my knees go weak at his words. I had no clue in what way he thought he would have any opportunity to be disappointing me tonight...I felt my mouth go dry as I swallowed heavily. Abe, the security for my area was suddenly striding over. “Keep your hands to yourself.” His voice was gruff, and authoritative, as he barked his orders to the handso
I offered the beauty my hand again, while her security seemed to have headed to the bar, and she accepted without hesitation, while I led her to the booth across the sectioned off area near to the stage she had only moments ago been dancing upon.‘Ooooh, putting the moves in are we big man?’ Killian joked, and I held back the smile playing upon my lips. No, there was no moves, I just wanted to get away from him and his smart mouth before he said something else to show me up. It was a good job he was my friend, because the way he spoke to me sometimes, any other pack member would have been in serious trouble. But, with Killian, I knew it was always in good spirits, and he had always been that way ever since we were teenagers. He had a way about him that always had us laughing...“Are your friends not coming?” Gi-Gi asked me as she perched herself at the edge of the leather seat, her long legs elegantly stretched out in front of her, and I swear my heart felt like it stopped at the sigh
The man next to me had caught my attention the moment he had walked into the bar. I was used to men of many kinds coming into the bar night after night, and not once had one pulled my eyes towards him like this one had. There was just something about him and the way that he carried himself. So strong and self-assured. So powerful and confident. And now I had the pleasure of his company, he most definitely had my attention…“So, Gianna, come here often?” He almost purred at me teasingly, and I couldn’t help but smile at his hellishly cheesy attempt at a joke.“Well, you know, every now and again.” I told him, fully aware of the eyes of his friends being upon us. No doubt, awaiting their friend embarrassing himself. But, from all I could see, he was pretty composed so far. If anything, he was confident. And he had said he planned to charm me, had he not? That told me he was no doubt a regular with the ladies…“You worked here since it opened?” he asked, seemingly genuinely interested.“
“Aww, Gi-Gi, you haven’t danced for Mase yet!” Killian said, a big, beaming smile upon his face. He was on a mission to show me up tonight, I was sure of it. Though, at the same time, if it wasn’t for him, then Gianna would have returned to work by now. I could have easily paid for her to stay by myself but had not wanted to seem so forward. Worried she may have declined...I saw Gianna smile playfully as she looked at me, despite the fact she had already had a number of drinks she seemed to be handling them well. “And, does Mase want me to dance for him?” she purred seductively at me, and the sound of her using the shortened version of my name sounded even better than ever…“Yes! Yes! Yes!” my friends chanted loudly, causing Gianna to giggle, raising her brows at me as if in question. She was waiting for my answer. Was she crazy?“Would any guy in his right mind refuse a dance from you?” I said, not breaking the eye contact with her, and I saw her cheeks tint a little.“Well, in tha
Having watched Mason and his friends moving toward the exit, I was oddly surprised to find myself disappointed the evening had come to an end. I had actually enjoyed their company. Something I don’t think has ever happened in the whole time I had worked here. My shifts usually dragged, and I avoided interacting with the clients as much as physically possible. Yet this small group of guys had made my night more than bearable... even brightened it. Especially Mason.But, I felt the eyes of my boss watching me from across the bar, as his words echoed in my head, and I knew I should not keep him waiting too much longer. He sounded pissed off the moment he had called me over, though heaven knows why. I raised my gaze to look at him, and, as expected, he was staring at me, his eyes angry and his face etched with a frown. I don't think this man knew how to be happy...I truly did not have the energy to deal with him right now. But, if I wanted to go home, I had no choice. So, reluctantly, I
We walked out of the bar and into the cool evening air, instantly refreshing us, and making us more alert. Thankfully, none of us had drunk enough to make us anywhere close to incapable of functioning normally. The joys of being a werewolf…Sadly, looking around at many of the other men leaving the bar as a few stumbled around, and the delightful gent throwing up into the flowerbed, it could not be said for many others. They had definitely drunk too much, and no doubt the bar owner would be rubbing his hands together in glee at the profits tonight.It always amused me to leave bars and clubs at the end of the night seeing all the intoxicated humans, so unable to handle their alcohol. When we were, as a whole, almost sober.It was usually a game of dodging the drunkard, as they weaved their way to their cab, or wandered home, often with a takeaway in hand. Quickly averting your gaze when there was the over-enthusiastic display of affection… or trying not to become involved in an illogi