Page 7 of Collide

To my relief, the lights were turned up a fraction, allowing me to castmy eye over the crowd. I had one goal in mind.

Find the redheaded whore who couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

I spent the next few minutes taking in the crowd, wondering who intheir right fucking mind would willingly come to a dive like this. There was at least one bachelor party, and it was evident which one the groom was, the one who was fuckingwastedand not looking the slightest bit guilty at the topless girl grinding on his lap while his buddies cheered him on and tucked dollar bills into the girl’s glittery thong.

In one of the other VIP booths near Vince and me, there was a groupof young males celebrating a birthday, the birthday boy was passed out in the corner, oblivious to the evening carrying on around him.

In the main area of the club where the tables were, the place waspacked full of customers. They ranged from groups of friends enjoying the evening’s entertainment, to dirty old bastards sitting on their own, on the verge of masturbating at the near naked waitresses walking amongst them, serving drinks, and sticking their tits and asses into the faces of their customers at any given opportunity.

The club was a fucking slum and one I wouldn’t be coming back to ina hurry.

I was beginning to lose my patience, both at the non-existent redheadand at Vicky for not finding her quicker, and it was never a good thing when my patience ran out.

People tended to die when that happened.

This whole damn place was quite frankly beginning to piss me off,from the whores walking around with their fake titties and pouty collagen lips, right through to the darkness of the club and the pounding music which was far too fucking loud for my liking.

I was about to order Vince to get off his ass and to go look for thiselusive Blaze himself, but at the moment I turned to talk to him, the fucking emcee decided it was time to announce the next slut to strut her stuff. I decided to wait until the girl was on stage before ordering Vince to go look, at least that way every man in this club would be looking at the stage and it would have been easier to spot the whore I was looking for. In theory, at least.

I snorted into my scotch when the emcee made a comment about themen in this place wanting a taste of the next girl who was going to grace us with her presence. I dreaded to think what one could catch from going near any of the sluts in this dump.

The lights dropped, plunging the place into almost darkness beforethe opening bars of the next song started. The song,Love on the Brain, was not my type of music at all, but I’d heard it play in my club before and I had to admit it had a good beat, one that always got the ladies grinding.

The lights came back on but only low, casting a soft glow across thestage, and with it came catcalls and hooting from the men who were watching. I shifted in my seat to get a better look at the stage, wondering what all the fuss was about.

Instantly, my breath was taken away by the girl on stage. She wasstunning, like no one else I had seen in this place, oranyplace for that matter.

The girls at Sapphire didn’t have a patch on the beauty who wasstanding against the pole, waiting patiently for her cue to move.

I sat up straight in my seat to get a better view of her face and at thatvery moment, she whipped her aviator glasses off and threw them to one side. She scanned the room and her dark chocolate eyes briefly found mine, only for a second, but I could have sworn her lip twitched into a coy smile.

As the lyrics started, the beauty suddenly twirled around andpulled herself up with strong, toned arms, twisting her tight little body until it was wrapped around the pole.

To say I was mesmerized would be a fucking understatement and forthe first time since seeing my brother’s lifeless body, my cold heart started beating again.

There was something about this girl that meant I couldn’t pull mygaze away from her. World War fucking three could have kicked off behind me and I wouldn’t have noticed because I was so transfixed on her.

The way she moved around the pole was utterly intoxicating, Iwatched in awe as she spun herself around, flipped upside down, and held on to the pole using one strong thigh. Every movement was gentle, delicate….seductive and I couldn’t help but picture what it would feel like to have her wrapped around me.

There was nothing fake about her body, her breasts were easily agood handful, not too big, not too small but more importantly, completely real. Just how I liked them.

Her body moved in time with the music, she knew how to sway herhips and her ass to hold the attention of every man in this place. But despite how fucking gorgeous her body was, it was her face that held my attention. Her eyes were dark and sultry, and she had high cheekbones that gave her delicate face definition. She had soft, plump lips that I could imagine would feel fan-fucking-tastic wrapped around my cock as I fucked her mouth.

Her brows creased as she concentrated on the music like shecouldn’t see the crowd before her, it was just her and her pole. She had an air of vulnerability about her and the predator within me liked that, the vulnerable ones were always the easiest to break and I suddenly found myself wanting to see just how far I could push this girl.

She didn’t remove any of her clothes, part of me wished she would soI could see what shade of pink her nipples were, or how beautiful her pussy was.

But the other part of me was glad she didn’t remove a single itembecause I wasn’t the only one enthralled by this girl, the whole audience was, and I was overcome with the thought that if any of them dared to look at her naked, I would slit each and every one of their throats and enjoy doing it as well.

This girl, thisfucking gorgeous girl, was tempting as sin and I knewright then I had to make her mine.

The wolf had just found his newest prey, and I would stop at nothingto make her mine.

She worked the pole like it was part of her, she knew exactly where toput her hands and her legs at the right moment and by the time she was finished, the men in the pit were out of the seats, rushing forward to throw their dollars at her. She gave them a smile, looking almost surprised the audience had enjoyed her performance.

I silently begged her to look at me again, just so I could see thosebeautiful brown eyes once more, but she didn’t. Instead, she thanked her audience as she collected the dollars, giving a wiggle of her pert little ass as she seductively bent over to retrieve the money.

And then she was gone, replaced by the emcee returning to the stageand asking the audience to give the girl,Star, another round of applause. I didn’t clap, instead, I sat back in my chair and looked at the crowd, the majority of them on their feet and calling out for an encore and completely oblivious to the fact I was sitting there, fighting back the urge to go backstage, find the girl and steal her away from this life.

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