Page 10 of Born Savage

My eyes widen as a fine female specimen walks up to the table wearing nothing but a pair of red heels. I’ve been in my fair share of strip clubs, but this one takes the fucking cake. Usually, the servers have at least a thong or some pasties on, or some shit just to give ‘em a little coverage. But this girl is completely fucking bare. This place really puts the Foxx DDen to shame.

“You boys want another round?” she coos in question.

West glances down at his phone. “Shit,” he mutters. “Thanks, doll, but we gotta hit the road,” he answers before turning his attention to me. “Text from Ray. He wants us back at the clubhouse,” he shares and I nod.

“I’m Sierra,” the long-legged brunette leans in close to me and whispers against my ear. My dick takes the bait, twitching against my zipper. “You’re the new guy, huh?” she asks.

“Yup,” I grin. Sonny was right, word has gotten around.

“Do you like what you see?” she purrs.

“You fuckin’ know it,” I tell her, ready to take her out back and have a little fun.

I look to Miles and West as they stand from the table. “Shit, boys. Give me five minutes, ten tops. I need to handle some business here,” I flash a broad smile.

“Sorry, man. Can’t do it this time. The guys are back and waiting on us,” West answers apologetically.

“Fuck…” I breathe out as I readjust myself before tipping back my last sip of beer and standing from the table.

“Don’t worry, I know my way to the clubhouse,” she smiles.

“I bet you do,” I reply before turning away from the taunting temptation.

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“So, tell me, how’d the prospects do today?” Ray asks after pulling me and Pike into the meeting room.

“Well, they’re definitely prospects. No fucking doubt about that,” I answer, running my hand over the thick slab of smooth wood in front of me. It looks the same and feels the same, but it’s not my table and this isn’t my seat.

“I took ‘em out to the shooting range. If they can pay attention and take a little direction, and stop acting like a couple of fuckin’ cowboys, then they’ve both got a chance. But I give ‘em bonus points for introducing me to the Kitty Kat Lounge,” I grin back at Ray.

“Good boys,” Ray chuckles. “I hope you had some fun.”

“I’ll definitely have to go back for a longer visit,” I answer and he nods in understanding.

“Okay, boys. Let’s go grab some fuckin’ grub. The smell from that barbecue has my mouth watering,” Ray says, standing from his seat.

“Yeah, it looked like Trish and Lauren put together quite the spread,” Pike adds.

“I, uh, I met Trish earlier, but who’s Lauren?” I ask for clarification as we head towards the wafting smell coming from the grill.

“Shit, I completely forgot that you’re still learning faces and names. Lauren is Chip’s ol’ lady. She and Trish handle most of the kitchen duty around here,” Ray shares.

After inhaling a full plate of barbecue chicken and a mound of potato salad, I push my empty dishes away and lift my bottle of Corona to my lips. Damn, that was a good fuckin’ meal.

The sound of giggling comes from behind me. I turn, finding West and Miles both chest deep in the pool, each with a topless friend perched on their shoulders. I can’t help but watch as the girls lean forward, grabbing each other’s shoulders and starting to play a game of chicken. Water splashes up, coating their bare jiggling tits and the two prospects eat it right up.

I remember those days; when a sight like that was something fresh and new, and it would create a rush of excitement inside me. And while Vegas is definitely a different beast, I’ve lived this life for a long time and seen my share. Sure, it’s definitely still fun to watch, but it doesn’t hold the same wonder it once did.

I turn back toward the table just in time to see Eve marching out from the kitchen. Her heels click against the patio tiles as she moves forward. Watching her approach, I notice the girl from earlier following a short distance behind. Eve stops and hands a bottle of Corona to Ray before taking a seat on his knee.

Ray tips the bottle back, taking a long pull before setting it down on the table and sliding his hand up Eve’s back. He pulls at the thin strings of her top and it falls away, revealing her large fake breasts.

“That’s better,” he grins as he drops his head, pulling her nipple into his mouth.

“Ahhh…” her soft breath falls out as his other hand moves between her thighs. But she recovers briefly and glances back at me.

“Hey, new boy. I almost forgot, I brought something for you too,” she smiles, nodding her head towards her friend.

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