Page 11 of Only Me
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Casey
I’m used to having an odd sleep schedule. When you work in a strip club that is open until four in the morning you get used to sleeping during the day. And I’ve taken my fair share of naps on the leather couch in the office.
But never have I felt more rested than I do as I stir from the orgasm coma Zeke put me in with his mouth and fingers.
I stretch out my limbs, all loose and relaxed.
Then I realize I’m alone. Sitting up, I hold the blanket to my chest and look around. Zeke is nowhere to be found. Disappointment and anger rush through my veins and the relaxation I’d enjoyed just moments before is swiftly disintegrating.
Standing, I get my skirt and shirt back in order. According to the clock on the wall, it’s almost midnight. Which means I’ve been out for at least three hours.
Damn it!
Poor Rose has been out there having to deal with drunks alone as the busiest time of night sneaks up. I check the mirror I have stashed in the desk and have to admit I’m surprised to see my minimal makeup is more or less intact. I redo my ponytail and head out to the floor. I don’t know what happened to Zeke after he went down on me like a man starved, but that mystery will have to wait until later. I have a club to run. Obviously, I won’t be getting any help from my new found business partner.
Emerging from the dark hall, the bright spotlights take me a moment to get used to. When the room finally comes into focus, I’m confused. Did I walk into the wrong place? There are still plenty of men around, all with their eyes glued to the stage. But there are also about a dozen women, most congregating close to the bar and ignoring the show one of our best dancers, Misti, is putting on.
We’ve had women here before. Some come with their husbands or boyfriends. Some gay women come in on occasion. But this is different. These women are not here to spice up their relationship or to enjoy the beautiful women on stage. In fact, they’re dressed to the nines. As if they’re out on the town prowling for a man.
That’s when I see him. Zeke. His T-shirt is so tight you can see damn near every muscle in his back as he leans over the bar to talk to Rose. His jeans are stretching across his round ass in a way that almost has me groaning out loud. I didn’t even get to touch it yet.
“Looks like word about our new boss has gotten out.” Zsa Zsa leans over the wall of her DJ booth, raising her voice to be heard over the loud notes ofPour Some Sugar On Me.
“Gee, I wonder how that happened.” The sarcasm is so thick it practically oozes from my mouth. Zsa is an infamous pot stirrer; I have no doubt she had a hand in this.
“Uh oh, looks like someone is moving in on young Ezekiel.” Her words fade behind me as I stomp over to the bar.
Red hot rage boils up from my belly, taking all reason with it. It’s as if I have no control over my own body as I approach the Botoxed bitch touching Zeke. “Get your hands off my man unless you want to get your eyes scratched out.”
I have no idea where the possessiveness comes from. Defending Zeke, staking a claim on him, should be the last thing I do. But every thought I’ve had about getting him to sell his half of the business suddenly disintegrates.
The woman looks over her shoulder, annoyance apparent in her eyes. “Run along little girl. We wouldn’t want the cops to find a minor in a place like this.” She flicks her hand toward the stage and turns back to Zeke.
But he’s moved away in the brief time she took her hand off his shoulder. His hands are fisted by his sides, and I can see his chest is rising and falling swiftly, a look of disgust painted on his sweet, chiseled face. “I asked you to please not touch me.”
The woman rolls her eyes and goes to step closer.
Hell to the no. Before I can think better of it, my hand reaches out and grabs the woman by her dry, poorly bleached hair, and I yank her back. Landing on her ass at my feet, the woman screeches in pain. “He said not to touch him. We have a strict no touching policy here. Plus, that man is mine, his face was just buried soul deep inmypussy. So now I’m going to have to kindly ask Butch to escort your skanky ass out ofmyclub.”
No sooner is his name out of my mouth before Butch is on his way over. Gently, he picks the woman up by the armpits and sets her on her feet.
“What the hell? This is outrageous. I’m going to call the cops and tell them you’re serving minors here.” She points her finger at Zeke. “You probably have a small dick anyway.”
“Trust me; he doesn’t.” I felt it pressed against my belly; it is most definitely big− Huge. “Also, I’m twenty-five. So, unless you are fond of making false claims to the police and wasting taxpayers’ money, I suggest you shut up and get out.”
The woman huffs but turns and stomps her way out of the club with Butch close behind.
Which is when I notice the music has gone silent. Looking around everyone is staring at the scene I just orchestrated. Even Misti has come to a complete standstill on stage, her robe wrapped around her body and a wide smile on her face. I’m never going to live this down.
“Well, ladies and gentlemen, let that be a lesson, never touch the talent!” Zsa Zsa hits her drumroll button and the crowd titters a little in response. “Well, ladies, if you’d like to stick around even knowing our handsome co-owner has been marked by that bitch there, drinks are half off for anyone with tits.” Zsa Zsa grabs her stuffed bra. “Maybe we’ll even have a little pole dancing lesson for the brave in the crowd.”
Several women turn back to the bar and make their orders, a few even approach the stage and express their interest in learning some moves from Misti. In no time the music is back on, and several women are on the stage learning how to spin on the pole. The men in the audience look perplexed, but not at all angry about this turn of events.
“Your man, huh?” Zeke’s deep voice filters into my ear through the thumping notes of Rihanna'sWerk.“I like the sound of that.”
It doesn’t take a genius to hear the humor lacing his words. With an embarrassed groan, I drop my face into my hands. “I don’t know what came over me. I saw her hands on you, and I wanted to rip her arms from their sockets.”
