His eyes were full of lust as I slowly slid out of his lap, bending over in front of him to grab my tray. He brought his hand up to his mouth, biting his knuckle as I straightened up. That was one other thing the girls told me worked wonders.
"I'll be around." I husked at him. He nodded as I went to the bar upstairs and got more drinks. Behind the bar, we each had our place to keep our tips and I deposited mine quickly with a small smile.I made my rounds, flirting with a few guys as I went, but as I promised, I visited the older gentleman's table more often, receiving tips from the other two men as well as my first one every time I'd sat and had a chat with them.So far, no touching had occurred, which was a relief to me, but maybe these guys knew the rules and wanted to keep coming back.After serving them most of the night, the man told me to call him Dave. His other friends were Ethan and Daniel. They often frequented on Saturday nights and re"I just don't understand why you can't just leave me money for pizza?"I roll my eyes and shake my head. "Because I'm not trusting you with money. I don't need you trying to go out and buy alcohol while I'm working.""Stripping?"My face flames and I grit my teeth at how judgemental she sounds. "You know if I didn't do this, we wouldn't be able to afford half of your damn medications right now. So yes, stripping.""Oh if only your daddy could see his precious girl now. Shaking her ass and t*ts for extra change.""Look, Mom, if I wasn't out here shaking my ass and t*ts for money on the weekends, we wouldn't be able to afford half of your damn medications. Shut up and be grateful. If it's beneath you to take any of my stripper money, then I suggest finding a more suitable place to live."She pressed her lips together and walked and sat on the couch in front of the TV. "Fine, can you just order it for me, then?"I grit my t
On my way to the club, I decided to call James. Mostly because I don't want him to try to call me while I'm working. Another part is because of that needy part of me that wanted to hear his voice before I went out there and walked around half-naked for other men to ogle at me.It rang through the first call, so I tried him again. And again and again. On the fifth phone call, when he still didn't answer, I began to get nervous.I parked at the club sent him a message and watched my screen like a hawk for about two minutes straight, waiting for him to open his message. My stomach twisted, because he usually answered my calls, even when he was busy.Why wasn't he answering? Where was he? What was he doing? Who was he with? All of these thoughts flooded my brain as I got out of my car, turned my phone off, and shoved it in my purse.I walked to the back door of the club where the dancers and alike went in through and sighed, feeling completely insecur
I closed my eyes, ignoring yet another call from one of the Starrs. I rubbed my scratchy, sore eyes and lay on my side. I called out of work today, knowing that I was losing out on good money, but I could force myself to go. I didn't want to be anywhere or do anything today Thanksgiving was always an amazing holiday before my dad died. We would stuff ourselves full of food at my uncle's house at lunchtime then the women would all make a trip to all of the stores for black Friday deals. When we would get home from shopping, we would all eat again and karaoke and just have the best of times.My dad's favorite song was Highway to Hell and he would belt it out, his face pink from drinking the afternoon away. My mom would even be there, smiling and laughing and just having an all-around good time.Last year was hard, but I had James. He ate my sh*tty attempt at Thanksgiving food and hung out with me instead of being with his family. And he hadn't even called t
The taste of him, the smell, the way his hands felt as they roamed my body had me so hot and bothered, if anything happened right now, we would for sure miss out on Thanksgiving with the Starrs.He scooted me up on the bed gently, crawling over me, kissing my neck fervently, then down my chest. His hands moved down my torso, pinching my n*pples, then tugging the hem of my shirt up. I lifted my arms and let him take it off of me as his hot mouth found my n*pple.I moaned and gasped as he continued to move down my stomach until his face was buried in between my legs, kissing me over my white cotton panties.He pulled at them but I placed my hand over myself and he paused and looked up at me. His eyes were full of lust and disappointment as I shook my head."I haven't showered.""Baby, I don't give a sh*t. I really don't. I will enjoy my Thanksgiving dinner." I laughed and rolled my eyes at him."No, I need a shower.""Okay
It's true what they say about distance making the heart grow fonder. My heart was completely and irrevocably James'. Spending the little bit of time he had with me before he had to go back felt like he had never left.I felt like I had never laughed harder and felt lighter in such a long time. Even when I had my shift on Friday night at the convenience store, he was there with me, sitting by the counter and telling me about school and classes and everything. I did notice one thing, though. Not once did he ever mention his close friends, Sarah or Liam and it made me wonder if they had a falling out or something, because it wasn't like him to not mention them.I also wondered if he knew that it bothered me when he talked about her. But it didn't matter, he was amazing and on Saturday morning when I had to drive him to the airport, I was a f*cking mess.Before I even drove him there, I ugly cried in his arms for a while because I hated that he had t
When they call my stage name, I take a deep breath and plaster my seductive smile on my face and walk out onto the stage. My song ques up and all I can see is the men by the stage and the spotlights.At first I kind of freeze. Kind of. I'm moving, but my brain doesn't fully get into it until I concentrate on just the music. After I do that, then I begin to loosen up and just do what I rehearsed. It's different with an audience, but seeing their hungry looks and then feeling them tuck money into my thong while I crawl around, I know that I'm doing okay.It's nerve wracking but as soon as it's over and I'm in the back, the Kimmy and Hayley are cheering and jumping around for me and our den mother is walking over to me with a robe and a glass of water.Simon, the guy who goes up and gets our clothes and the rest of our tips from stage comes back after a few minutes and hands me my box of tips and my leather bra. My heart is still beating a million miles a min
JamesIt was hard coming home. And not to Vegas. I meant home, here in Massachusetts. Because ultimately, that's where home was to me now. I missed Kelly so f*cking bad, and seeing her reinforced all of my feelings for her tenfold, but...the entire time I was back in Vegas, I couldn't help but think of the trauma bond sh*t Sarah told me about.It stuck in my head and I tried to analyze Kelly while I was there, to see if maybe she had some of the markers. But, maybe I had some too? I didn't know because I felt a sense of relief to see her, to be with her, to touch her and kiss her.It felt like I was missing something and she was there to fill in my missing parts.And now, back home, I kind of felt off again. We talked, but that didn't feel like enough. I wanted her here. I wanted her with me and I felt like a selfish prick for wanting it so bad, but did that make me a bad person?Her mother left her for months, stole her money and didn't
It was a long three weeks of waiting for James to come home but as soon as I saw him at the airport, my heart stuttered and my eyes teared up.I ran to him and felt like those silly romance movies, but I couldn't care less about what anyone thought of our public display of affection.He caught me and held me tightly to his body and everything felt so right again. I had a rough three weeks starting with a man groping me and sticking his hands down my panties and touching me before Paulo was able to get him and throw him out.I cried so hard that night, feeling completely dirty and disgusting. I felt like I cheated on James somehow, even though I knew it wasn't my fault. But I pushed past it because the money I was making from dancing now was a f*ck ton more than I was making just serving drinks.I was asked if I could dance more days out of the week, but since I knew James was coming home for Christmas, I opted out and told Kade I would start after