Page 5 of Sing Me a Song

Not a cold chance in Hell, I throw him a wink anyways, and grin when I see him toss a couple hundred-dollar bills on the stage.

I bend over as I push my chaps down my legs, giving the crowd an ample look at my perky tits, and stand up to step out of them. Then I hold my hands up towards the ceiling and rotate my hips seductively, like I'm riding a cock.

I feel my barely there scrap of material wedge up and between my pussy lips. I squat down, opening my legs wide, and begin to hump forward. By now, the men have basically seen my pussy, all except that glistening hole, and that's what has them focused. They want to catch a glimpse and they refuse to look away in case they miss it.

I come back up, moving my body in a seductive wave as I untie the strings on the back of my bikini top. I pull it off, dropping it to the stage, and grip my tits in my hands.

I don't know why, it’s just a feeling of being pulled, like I have lost control of my eyes, and suddenly I am looking out past the crowd towards the back booths where four men sit. They don't look like our usual patrons, they aren't wearing suits, no leather cuts, and certainly not a badge. No, these men are dressed in oversized hoodies, the hoods obscuring half their faces, and dark wash jeans.

I finish my dance and slowly turn, my eyes staying on those four until my back is facing them, and I walk behind the curtain.

Who the fuck were they? Two of them had long graying beards, like old men, not that that’s weird around here, just that they were giving off younger vibes with their attires.

“Tempest Skeigh.” Mouth moans into the mic. “She won’t give you a lap dance but she’ll touch that pretty pussy for you.”

Fucking gross.

“They’re here.” An arm shoots out of an open door and pulls me into a darkened room.

“Sky?” It’s her voice, I just don’t know why she’s acting like a weird moron. “Aren’t you off tonight?”

“Girl, they saw you. They have their eyes set on you.” She sounds petrified. “You’re going to be chosen.”

“Okay, I need you to take several deep breaths and tell me what the fuck is going on.”

“I know you saw them, everyone notices them when they come in here.” She’s whispering and the grip she has on my arm is lethal.

“Girl, I need to put some clothes on. It’s cold and you’re clearly high as fuck.” I try to yank my arm out of her grasp.

“Listen, Temp.” She hauls me in closer. “Don’t do this tonight. Just go home right now, these guys are fucking weird, and I’ve heard strange stories.”

“Like what?”

“It’s a long story. Leave with me right now and I’ll tell you everything.” Her nails leave behind red indents in my skin.

“I spoke to Queen and she said it's no big deal.” I finally unwedge myself from her grip. “Tiny went to one of their events. I don’t know what’s wrong with you!”

“I warned you, it’s all I can do.” She says and leaves the room.

I finally see her in the dim light of the corridor, she’s dressed in oversized clothing, and looks unrecognizable.

The apprehension that skates down my spine has my hair on end and my heart skipping a beat.

Chapter Three

Tempest

The floor length mink coat Carl gave me is tickling my nose and the fact that I’m wearing nothing underneath has me slightly unnerved. I know this is after hours and I know all the same rules don’t apply but I thought pussy was completely off limits.

Carl assured me they wouldn’t touch but that they like certain things, and one of those things is a bare pussy. Whatever, I don’t care I’ll be leaving here with a couple grand in my pocket and that’s all that matters. Let the fuckers look.

“Tempest, any particular song you want?” Mouth asks from behind me.

“I really don’t care.” I shrug. I really don’t. I just snorted enough coke to down a bear, I’m good.

He stares at me until I raise a brow and then he’s scooting back to his booth.

“Ready?” Freight asks.

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