Page 2 of Jagger

Sin and I fist bump, and head our separate ways just as the rest of the boys emerge from the back, throwing the entire room into overdrive. The night is officially in full swing and within the next fifteen minutes, it’s going to be a madhouse of lap dances, dollar bills, and body shots.

Weaving in and out through the tables to my destination is never an easy feat. Flirty hands always reach out and jerk me back, giggles and obscene pleasantries thrown around in hopes they’ll catch my eye. Unless they’re my point of interest, though, their efforts are futile.

Cute, but still futile.

Nonetheless, I’ll flash them a wink and promise to be back soon, which works like a damn charm time and time again.

"Evening, ladies," I croon, finally sidling up to their booth.

Four sets of coy eyes pin me in place, devouring me whole from head to toe. It never gets old. Through their eager inspection, I note one of the girls has a bright pink sash with the words Birthday Girl draped across her body.

“Someone’s legal tonight!” I waggle my eyebrows, and she shakes her head vigorously.

“I've been legal, baby. Celebrating twenty-eight years,” she hollers back.

“Either way, you’re the birthday girl which means you get the first dance.”

“Damn right I do, in VIP!”

I called it, didn’t I?

Glancing over to the other end of the room, I signal the bouncer who nods almost immediately, confirming the room is free.

Looks like the birthday girl is about to unwrap her present sooner rather than later.

“Well, c’mon then. Room’s all ready for you.” I hold out my hand and she swiftly slips her palm in mine, rising to her heel-clad feet.

“Can my girl come too? We’re kind of a packaged deal.”

“Fine by me, Princess. Are the rest coming also?” I ask, my eyes swinging to where the other two sit just a few feet away.

“Na, it’s just us. I’m Desi by the way, and this is my best friend, Kat.”

“Nice to meet you ladies. Shall we?”

“We shall,” Desi agrees, taking hold of Kat’s hand as I lead them the short distance to the only private room in the house.

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“So Kat,are you just here for speculation purposes or is this really a two-for-one special?” I question after we shuffle into the darkly decorated room.

“You’re the only one who’s going to be speculating. Sit,” Kat counters sensuously.

My brows shoot up as I swivel around. “I can't dance if I'm sitting.”

"We don't want you to dance," Desi adds, unbuttoning her blouse. "We want to play."

Fuck.

I should've known. These two screamed trouble the second I laid my eyes on them. Not that trouble is a problem, we just don’t offer that here. Contrary to popular belief, SIX isn't a sex club, and while VIP is one-hundred percent private, the room is only bought out for a fifteen-minute maximum.

Yeah, sure, I’ve bent the rules a few times, and one alone would’ve been doable, but two, unfortunately, is not. Providing them with equal attention to bring them both over the edge while still granting myself a happy ending just isn’t possible.

At least not here.

Outside these walls, that’s a very different story.

Pulling off my fitted, I rake a hand through my hair and shake my head. "As much as I'd love to, ladies, I can't."

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