I took my place at the pole and nodded at the DJ to start the music. My heart pounded in my chest as I began my routine. I looked in Nash’s direction and saw he still had the two chicks all over him. They were doing their best to gain his full attention but his eyes were riveted on me. I stared at him for a moment before performing the hell out of my dance. It was the sexiest dance I’d come up with so far and the men loved it; they whistled and yelled out their approval. Little did they know they were in for a treat tonight; I’d decided to end the dance by interacting with the patrons in a way I never did. Scott would be pissed at me, as would Cody. The other strippers were allowed to do whatever the hell they wanted, but I was supposed to remain somewhat of a mystery. I wasn’t to encourage touching on stage and if someone wanted to tip me, I was to take it with my hand rather than allowing them access to my g-string. If a patron wanted an up-close-and-personal interaction with me they had to pay well for it, and this policy worked well for the club; they made a lot of money off me.
Tonight, I finished up on the pole and then made my way to the edge of the stage. Making eye contact with one of the men at the front of the stage, I pointed at him and beckoned him closer. I dropped to my knees and thrust my pelvis in his direction, and indicated that he could tip me if he wanted. He greedily laid his hand on my leg and then slid it up my body to place a twenty in my g-string. I smiled at him and then pointed at another guy who did the same. Moving along the stage, I let numerous guys tip me in this manner. They were going wild, and the atmosphere in the club intensified to a point of frenzied excitement. Finally, I stood and seductively walked back to my pole before taking a bow and exiting the stage.
The security guy met me at the back of the stage and escorted me out to the staff room where I grabbed a water and collapsed into a chair. The performance had taken it out of me; perhaps because I’d been so worked up about Nash and had thrown that into the dance.
Just as I was thinking about him, Nash barrelled through the door, a wild look on his face. “What the fuck was that, Velvet?” he roared.
He was exuding anger to an intensity I’d never encountered with him. It should have scared the hell out of me, but instead it turned me on. Fuck, it turned me on to the point where all rational thought flew out the window and all I could think about was his cock inside me.
While I was struggling to push thoughts of his dick aside, he yelled at me again, “Are you going to fuckin’ answer me?”
I snapped out of my trance and got back in the conversation. “That was my new dance. Did you like it?” I knew I was playing with fire, and that turned me on too.
“Whether I liked it or not is beside the point. What I want to know is why the hell you broke the rules and let those assholes touch you?”
“It’s my job, Nash. I’m a stripper, and strippers get touched. Did you forget that?”
He scowled. “I fuckin’ know that, but you don’t get touched on the stage.”
I pushed my face closer to his. “You mean, I don’t get touched where you can see it. If it’s away from your eyes and you don’t have to deal with it, then you’re okay with it.”
Shit, where had that come from?
His eyes blazed and he blew out some heavy breaths before saying, “I’m your boss and I say no fuckin’ touching on the stage. Are we clear?”
“You can’t be serious. You’re going to pull the boss card?” I challenged him.
“I am the boss and you will do what I say,” he laid down the law.
I glared at him for a moment before saying, “Fuck you, asshole.” I turned my back and covered the distance to my locker to grab my bag. After I’d retrieved it, I turned back to him and spat, “And thanks for being a great friend and running off after you screwed me.”
Without giving him time to say anything more, I left the club. I hadn’t even finished my shift but there was no way I was sticking around to cop more of his crap.
Chapter 10
Broken-Hearted Girl ~ Beyonce
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Nash
“Nash,” the chick whined, “I want your hands on my tits.”
Christ, she was a needy bitch. “You’ll get my hands when I’m finished with your friend.”
She pouted. “Well hurry up because I’m not going to wait all night for you.”
It crossed my mind that I could care less if she left.
It also crossed my mind that all I was thinking about while her friend gave me a hand job was Velvet.
Fuck.
I pushed the other girl’s hand off my dick and stood. Doing up my jeans, I muttered, “Sorry, girls, but this isn’t going to happen tonight.”
They started complaining but I wasn’t listening anymore. I was going home to try and talk some sense into myself.
It had been four hours since Velvet had walked out on our argument and I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head since. She’d pissed me off and turned me on all in one go. When she’d performed her new dance, the one she hadn’t shown me yet, I’d been surprised, but when she’d let those assholes touch her, I’d been fucking ropable. And then when she accused me of not wanting to see other men touch her, I’d started sprouting some shit about being her boss. We both knew I wasn’t her damn boss but I’d pushed the point, and for the second time this week I’d had no control over what came out of my mouth.
I had good intentions of going home, but some other force took over on the way and fifteen minutes later, I found myself knocking on Velvet’s door.
She took her time, but she eventually answered it. When she realised it was me, she frowned. Her shoulders sagged, and she said, “I don’t have it in me to argue with you anymore tonight, Nash.”