Page 38 of Goose

Thirty minutes pass before I know it, and I can hear Mad Dog over the microphone.

“I’m very sorry to announce that Tiffani cannot perform tonight.”

Men boo as I walk out the door. The girls gasp as they watch Mad Dog on stage. Nobody knows what surprise they’re in for.

“I know, I know. But I have a very special, one night only show for you! I know you all have missed her, so I am very excited to announce our very own Bambi will be taking the stage! Let’s show her some love and don’t forget to tip her well. She’s only here for tonight!”

The girls all turn as they hear me coming up behind them.

“Holy shit, Bambi! You look fucking hot!”

I have my blonde hair curled with a small black crown clipped in. I have a smokey eye done and finished with a matte red lipstick.

My leather bustier has a lace-up front and back and is attached to a black leather choker via halter top.

My bottom is lace black panties with a leather studded belt attached. I also have on thigh-high fishnets with a leather cuffed top to them. To top off the outfit, I have knee-high black leather boots on with a six-inch heel and dainty silver chains wrapped around them.

I just smile as Mad Dog comes off the stage and gives me a quick kiss on the forehead.

“You’re gonna kill it and I fucking owe you big time, babe.”

He runs off and hits play as my song comes on. Drums and soft electric guitar notes hit as I strut out on stage.

Marilyn Manson’s cover ofI Put a Spell on Youis playing as the lights go down, purple and orange spotlights flash across the stage.

I sashay down the runway as he sings. Lacing my hands around the pole, I dip as I swing and throw my head back.

A pair of fierce, gorgeous green eyes catch my attention. Goose is sitting in the audience watching me as I gracefully climb the pole.

I know he’s pissed, so I work it as I get to the top.

I’ll show him...

The song turns to just the drum as I bend down and slowly unlace my top.

The beat drops and I let my bustier fall to the floor as I spin upside down. I slide back down into a split as men shout and throw money onto the stage.

I seductively crawl across the stage toward Goose as he gets closer, his arms crossed and eyes full of rage.

I roll onto my back and run my hands up toward my breasts and squeeze. I’m dancing for him only. Nobody else in the crowd even caught my attention.

Rolling back over, I crawl back to the pole and stand to spin around it. Throwing my head back, I twirl as the men cheer louder.

I know the song is ending, so I climb the pole one last time and hang upside down as I swirl around.

The colored lights flash and as the song ends, the club goes dark. Everybody is standing and cheering as I pick up my bustier and gather the money.

I feel amazing as I exit the stage and all my girls come running over.

“Bambi, that was amazing!”

“Holy shit! Everybody’s eyes were on you the entire time!”

“You really put a spell on everybody, that was fantastic!”

I walk toward the dressing room and gasp. Goose is standing against the door, his large arms crossed across his chest. His stark white t-shirt stands out against his tan skin and black leather cut.

Goose is trouble. I have always known that deep in my heart, but tonight, trouble never looked so goddamn fine.

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