Page 13 of Strip Search

“She’s not here. Yet, you still are.”

“Because the dancers keep stringing me along, feeding me bullshit.” She folded her arms in front of her chest. I guess she was mad, but all it did was push up her tits until my mouth almost watered.

“They don’t trust you. You’re a paycheck to them. Here.” I stuck the note on her tempting cleavage and took a reluctant step away from her. I liked being close to her, but she was a distraction that I couldn’t afford to indulge in. I had a club to run, and an uncle to avenge. “It’s the address she gave on her employment application.”

“Thank you,” Jackie said warmly and tucked the note into her purse. I expected her to make a beeline out of here or at least get dressed. But she hesitated and looked up at me with her pretty green eyes. “Did you interview her?”

“Yeah.” I was wondering if she was going to put her dress back on, but I was enjoying the show too much to point that out to her. My fingers itched to get inside those panties that fit her like a pair of shorts. A bikini would show more skin, but I was enticed by the innocent temptation of her. Jackie wasn’t intimidated by being alone with me in her underwear, but that didn’t mean she could be an exotic dancer.

“How did she seem?” she asked.

Lisa Mitchell was nothing like her sister. She had been mostly forgettable and a prude. You could tell she didn’t like taking her clothes off and was uncomfortable in her own skin. Jackie seemed right at ease and I wanted to feel her body against mine more than I wanted my next breath.

“Miles?”

“Hmm?” I realized I had been staring and forced myself to look away. What the hell had she asked me? Oh yeah. Her sister. “Broadway was a competent dancer, otherwise I wouldn’t have hired her.”

“Was she strung out or desperate?”

“No. I wouldn’t have hired her if she was.”

“If I prove to you that I can do this, you said you’d let me do a set. That’s not going to be enough.”

“Enough for what?” I asked warily.

“Mina said there was one guy who would come in and always ask for Broadway.”

“Yeah, that’s how it goes. Repeat business.” I rubbed by thumb against my fingers, indicating money. “She must have had something he couldn’t get enough of.”

“Do you think he might show up again? I could hang around and do a few sets. I’d like a chance to talk to him, if he’s a regular customer.”

“I was joking about the set,” I said, staring at her in shock.

“The dancers would warm up to me, if I was one of them.” Jackie paced around the room while she spoke.

I didn’t like the idea of watching other men drool over her. On the other hand, I’d love for her to dance for me. Privately. “That’s not going to work. I need a certain type of dancer.”

“I’m a good dancer. I’m better than Lisa. Now, anyway.” She muttered the last part under her breath.

“This isn’tA Chorus Lineand you’re not in a cattle call for a showgirl position.” I gave her a slow once-over. “Although, you’ve got the legs for it.”

“I do?” She smiled as she looked down the line of her legs.

Jackie was going to drive me out of my mind if I didn’t put an end to this and her cute exotic dancer fantasies. “You’d freeze the moment it came to take off your clothes.” I grinned as herlips tightened. “And my clients want to see more skin. And those granny panties aren’t going to cut it on the stage.”

“They’re not granny panties.” Jackie scowled. “You’re just used to women in butt floss. Do you know how uncomfortable that is?”

“No, but I’m told you get used to it.”

“I don’t want to get used to it,” she said.

“I can’t have full nudes because I’m serving alcohol, but you need to show some tits and ass.” Normally, I wouldn’t be so crude but the men who came to my club weren’t going to be as suave and erudite as I was.

Jackie blushed.

I pointed at her adorable pink cheeks. “And that’s why you’re not an exotic dancer.”

“I’m not ashamed of my body,” she said, throwing her arms wide.

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