We all know that sex sells, and if I ever want to move out of my shitty little apartment, I’m going to have to bring in more tips.
The middle of the club is where the strip stage is, and there is a ring of tables set around it so that people can eat while they watch the show. These are the tables that often cause the most problems, generally because they’re the ones who drink more, and also because they seem to think that all of the girls there are there for their entertainment.
As much money as they spend, I know that I should be more willing to work the inner tables, but I like the ones around the outside of the room better. These tables aren’t nearly as well lit, which bothers some of the girls, but I find that that simply means that the people there are much less likely to want you to stay and talk.
They want you to deliver their food, shake your ass a little, and get out. The money isn’t as great, but at least they don’t want you to stand around and talk to them. Tonight, though?
Tonight is different. Each time I walk by a dark table, I can’t help but look into the shadows. At first, I did it without really thinking about what I was doing, but now I know. I’m looking for the guy from last night.
The guy whose name I don’t know. Who I let cum in me.
Shame floods my cheeks with red and I have to concentrate to make sure that I don’t drop the tray I’m carrying. There are few things more frustrating than having to pay for dropped food from your tips for the night. I’ve done it once and I swore to myself that I wouldn’t have the same problem again.
Each table is packed full of customers, but no matter how many corners I look into, I don’t see my guy.
Listen to me. My guy.
Right. Like I have any claim over him. It’s stupid of me to think for one second that he’s given me another thought. He looks like the kind of guy who could easily have any woman he wants, and I’m sure that he just used me, left me, and moved on.
I just wish I could tell that to the throbbing between my legs.
Chapter 6
Roque
Eva Hamel.
I’d made Ricky send me her stats as soon as we all left from dinner. The first time I heard about her, I’d had to deal with the stare that my Pops gave me. Now, though, I wanted to learn more about her on my own time.
Eva Hamel. Well, Eva Brown now, since she left her asshole husband. Thirty-one, recently divorced. Her ex-husband was a lazy piece of shit she married right out of high school and it took her this long to get divorced from him. She moved here a year ago, leaving it all behind, including a successful law career.
She didn’t look like any lawyer that I’d ever seen. Then again, most lawyers know to avoid the Claw and Crown. Now, instead of practicing law and making the big bucks, she’s living in a shitty little apartment and working as a waitress at a strip club.
The thought of her wearing tight little booty shorts makes me hard, and I adjust myself through my pants. I don’t want to think about her showing off her body for anyone but me, but if she’s at work right now…
A growl escapes my lips and I slide my hands over my steering wheel, trying to make a decision. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day, especially since I’m going to have to start figuring out what to do about our rogue cousins, but I don’t like the thought of her at work shaking her ass for other men to see.
Ricky said that she worked at Temptations, a seedy little strip club on the other side of town. It’s nowhere near where I would normally go, and I’ve never actually been in there. I drum my fingers on my steering wheel at a red light, but before it even changes, I make up my mind.
I’m going to pay Eva a little visit. I’ve no idea when her shift ends, but that’s not going to stop me. I had my cock deep in her last night and I don’t think that I can wait any longer to do it again.
Parking my car right up front ensures that I’ll be able to keep an eye on it from inside and make sure that nobody fucks with it. The bouncer at the door looks bored and is so damn skinny that I don’t think he could keep out a horny teenager.
Whatever. Not everyone has the resources and the money that our family does. If this were my club…well, things would be different, that’s for sure, but it’s not my club. She’s not my girl.
Yeah, right. I can tell myself that all I want, but there’s something about Eva that’s already driving me insane.
This isn’t my problem, but she’s gotten under my skin and all I want to do is shove myself back inside her tight little cunt. One more quick little fuck for the both of us and maybe I’ll be able to get her out of my head. I’ve never had someone under my skin like this before, and it’s unnerving as hell.
My eyes adjust quickly to the dark of the club and I look around, almost expecting to see her spinning from a pole. I swear, I will lose my shit and drag her out of here by her long dark hair
