Page 15 of Four of Hearts

Chapter 8

LEO

The club was once again filled with beautiful women, and their energy was incredible. Having a crowd like that on show-nights motivated us even more, and we put on our best performances for them, not wanting to let them leave disappointed.

We had danced our first two dances which we always did together, but the third one was mine alone.

The ladies loved me. Especially the older ones. We had women of all ages in the audiences, and though tonight most of them were around thirty to forty, there were a couple of groups that were around Kline’s age.

I would make sure to give them more attention during my performance, and because I was the one to pick one lucky woman to come on stage tonight, I decided to choose one of them.

Sweat rolled down my face and body when I walked on stage as the music started playing. The women cheered, and I winked at one of them. Flirting was a big part of our job, and the women knew that we didn’t mean it on a deeper level.

Sure, they played along, but luckily, we never really had anyone read into it too much. They all knew we were putting on a show. We were acting, pretty much.

I moved to the beat and dropped to my knees, leaning back on one hand to thrust my hips into the air. I was only wearing boxer shorts, and the outline of my cock could be seen through the fabric.

It drove the women crazy, and it was one of my favorite moves to do, but I had more to show them.

They cheered again when I turned around, showing off my backside. I didn’t like to brag, but my ass was amazing. And so were the tattoos I had on my skin. I was covered in them, just like Kline and Bennett. Though, Bennett didn’t have them on his legs, unlike Kline and me. And Watson…well, he used to be a lawyer, and he always said that tattoos would’ve ruined his image. Now, as a stripper, he said he was too old to get tattoos.

The clean aesthetic fit him though, and he was still liked very much by our audiences.

When I turned back around and the song ended, the lights turned so I could see everyone’s faces better. I grinned into the crowd, blowing kisses, and trying to figure out which one of them I wanted to have on stage later.

It was never an easy choice, but when my eyes met hers, I knew it had to be her.

“Motherfucker,” I said under my breath.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. My heart was beating hard in my chest, and it wasn’t because of exhaustion.

She came to watch our show.

She came for us.

She took the first step, and by the challenging look in her eyes, she wanted us to take the next one.

I winked and grinned at her, and she gave me a little wave, looking as stunning as ever. I had to urge myself to tear my gaze off her and get off stage. It was Bennett’s turn next, and I would made sure to let him know about her presence before he went out there.

“She’s here,” I said, grabbing a towel from one of the chairs to dry off the sweat. “Lola. She’s here.”

“I thought I saw her, but it was too dark to fully recognize her,” Watson said, sounding pleased.

“Where is she sitting?” Bennett asked, trying to peek around the curtain.

“Far back on the right. In front of the bar,” I told him. “She came to see us, man. We have to take her up on stage for the last dance.”

“Let’s see how she enjoys the next few dances and make a decision then,” Kline said. “You’re up,” he then told Bennett.

“God, those fucking eyes…” I murmured, unable to stop thinking about her. “She’s like a damn siren. So sensual and seductive, and she’s not even trying.”

Watson chuckled. “We get it, you’re fucking pussy-whipped already.”

“Not just me. You guys are too. Don’t even try to hide it.”

They both shook their heads, but the excitement in their eyes showed me how they really felt. They were playing it cool, but once Lola would sit in that chair on stage, they wouldn’t be able to hold back their delight.

BENNETT

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