Page 163 of Property of Necro
We’re greeted by a different woman with more clothes on this time, gray hair, and a kind smile that reaches her eyes. She doesn’t spare any of the men a single mind when she meets my gaze and offers me her hand. “You must be Sola. I’m Miriam. I run this place.”
Her hand is warm and soft as we exchange pleasantries. Miriam gives me a peaceful vibe like Kali, onlymore grandmotherly. She seats us in a dark corner with four chairs and a table, offering a clear view of the stage.
She waves a waitress over. “Tanya, this is Sola, and she’s…”
“It’s great to finally meet you. To put a face to the name.” Tanya beams, seeming just as genuine as Miriam as she offers me a little wave. Even though her bare breasts are staring straight at me in what is an obvious boob job, her stomach is as flat as a pancake, and her skirt is an inch from showing us the goods, she draws a sincere smile to my lips. There’s something kind and sweet about her. The brothers probably drool every time they look at her. She’s stunning, but it’s more than that.
“I’m Rot.” He lifts and drops his hand as if bored out of his mind, but trying to be polite.
Tanya sneaks the quickest peek at him and blushes worse than I do.
Trust me, I get it. He’s smoking hot.
“This is Coffin.” I nod toward the woman hater who’s glaring at Tanya. I slap his leg. “Stop that.”
He fixes his expression, but not before frowning at me for being scolded.
“Please tell anyone who’s here not to touch him. Ever… Please… And this is Necro.” I gesture to their president.
Tanya’s head bobs like a bobblehead doll, and she forces an uncomfortable smile when she lifts and drops her hand just as quickly to pay respect to the club president. I glance at Necro, seated beside me, to gauge his reaction, but there is none. He’s not even looking at her. He’s staring past her. At literally nothing.
This has to be the oddest strip club experience of any woman’s life—mine included.
A few brothers sit around the stage, but they’re constantly looking over their shoulders our way as the blonde from the door takes the floor and works gymnastic magic to Def Leppard.
Tanya collects our drink orders, which don’t contain any alcohol, only sodas, and once she’s out of earshot, I address these weird men at my table. Not a single one of them is acting normal.
“What’s going on?”
Coffin stands from his chair, pulls me up from mine, and plops me on his lap. “Are you using me as a human shield?” I tease.
“No. I don’t want to be here,” he grumbles, wrapping his arms tightly around my middle. His hot breath tickles my nape.
“Why?”
Coffin rests his forehead against my shoulder. “’Cause I only see women naked when I’m about to kill ‘em, and… the only woman who makes my dick hard for real is you. I don’t need this shit.”
“But… she’s beautiful.” I nod toward the stunning woman on stage.
Without looking up, he mutters, “She’d be more beautiful cold, lying dead in a coffin, in my cemetery, with her trophy on my shelf.”
“Coffin,” I scold, slapping the side of his thigh.
Not giving a single damn, I sense him shrug.
“He’s right,” Rot cuts in, slinking down in his chair, manspreading like a sullen teenager. “You wanted to comehere, Red. So, we’re here. These women don’t do shit for me.”
“Are you being for real right now? You own a strip club.” It’s not like there aren’t quality women running around half-naked in this place. Even I see the appeal.
“So? I now own chickens, too. They also have breasts, but you don’t see them gettin’ me any hornier than these females.” Rot throws a hand toward the stage, and the dancer definitely notices because she slips on her platform heels and catches herself on the pole before she lands on her ass. Her smooth transition into some leg-twirly thing is impressive, but her attention continues to swing our way.
“Rot.” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest and wiggling my butt to get comfortable on Coffin’s firm lap. “You could have let me know if you didn’t want to come. That would have been fine.”
“Necro said you wanted to see the town and the strip club. So, we’re doin’ that.”
“Then show me the town. We don’t have to stay here.”
Tanya returns with our drinks and sets them on the table. I glance between the guys for money, because I didn’t even think about that before coming here. Plus, I don’t have any. Tanya notices my discomfort immediately. “It’s taken care of.” She smiles and sashays away. I wait to see if any of the guys’ eyes follow her nice ass, but they’re too busy being uncomfortable to pay attention to anything else beyond their distress. Coffin sucks on the crook of my neck and ignores the world around us.
