Page 7 of Roxanne

I serve each of them individually, and when I turn to the last man at the end, I nearly drop the glass.

“What can I–” My words die on my tongue as Storm stares me down with a blank and unreadable look in his eyes. I drop my gaze to his lap as my heart picks up speed, and it feels like the blood in my veins catches fire. The adrenaline spike makes me dizzy, and I pour him a double shot, add a splash of coke, and practically toss it at him before making my escape.

My mind is reeling, but I have other tables to attend to before I can make an escape to the bathroom. The second I’m sure no one will need me for at least a few minutes, I make a run for the bathroom.

Halfway down the hall, my boss stops me.

“Your new table has requested an at-the-table dance and a private room.” Did I mention I’m a stripper? Oops.

Storm is going to staple me to the wall and use me for dart practice. Fuck, fuck, fuck…

“I need five,” I whisper, and Paul nods. I run to the bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror. “You got this, bitch. You’re stronger than him. You know seven different men who could make him disappear.” Not that I ever would. I owe him my life. I owe him more… He also ranks higher than five of those seven men…

Last night, I ran for the hills and hid like a coward.

I won’t be a coward tonight.

Lifting my chin, I make my way to the table, avoiding looking at Storm at all costs.

“I heard there’s a birthday boy in need of a dance?” I ask, as I smile seductively at the man in the center of the table. I don’t know who the fuck these men are, or why Storm is with them. And I don’t care. I’m here to dance.

The music in here is loud enough to drown out the thoughts swimming in my head as I climb onto the lap of this stranger and dance to the music the way I was trained. I grab his head between my hands and shake my tits in his face. I grind in his lap, bouncing on his thighs, making sure I don’t rub against anything else.

My g-string matches my top, so when I climb off his lap, I turn around, lift my skirt to reveal the panties, and bend over. I shake my ass for him, and when the song comes to an end, I flee.

“Thank you!” I say, waving the awestruck man goodbye, and don’t spare Storm a single glance.

I run for the back room, tug off my skirt and fishnets, and pull on a skin-tight dress.

It’s red and looks stunning on me.

Heading for the private room, I push the door open and plaster on a fake smile.

“Is it the birthday boy–” My words die on my lips when I see the man sitting on the couch alone. “Fuck no,” I bark, and then make a one-eighty to run away. I tried calling and texting Eric after I got back to my apartment, but he must have blocked me. Probably Storm’s doing.

“I paid. Should I tell your boss, or will you be letting him know?” I ignore the effect his deep voice has on my body.

“Paul doesn’t make us do dances we don’t want to do,” I snap, refusing to turn around even though I’ve stopped walking away.

“What are you going to tell him? He knows exactly who I am. Who I work for. In fact, he knows exactly who your daddy is. Do you really think your father would approve, and what do you think he’d do to Paul when he finds out what he hired you to do here?”

“I’ll quit.”

“Yes, you will. But first, you’ll give me the dance I paid for.”

Fuck, I hate him.

Chapter 4

Storm

If a glare could kill, I’d be a pile of ash. Roxy’s little fists curl as she stares me down, her murderous thoughts written across her face like a neon sign.

My dick has never been harder. I hope she swings.

I knew having that taste of her was a mistake. Now I’m starving for another mouthful. I want to devour her whole. I had to shove myself away from her last night before I took things further. Fuck, I wanted to, but I want her to know it’s me the first time I take her.

She might have whispered my name last night, even though she thought Eric was the one eating her out, but when I fuck her, she’ll be screaming my name.

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