Topaz scared almost everyone in the room, except for me and Kelli. She didn’t scare my roommate because, well, if Raven didn’t scare her, nothing much could.
Me, on the other hand, I had come to the realization that Topaz needed me just as much as I needed the money I raked in every night. She had already been telling me she was trying to come up with a plan to make sure, even if Colt were to find out, I could still continue to dance.
Luna was Paradise City’s new cash cow, and while the club had been popular to begin with, now it was becoming a local legend.
Or rather, Luna was becoming a legend.
I didn’t have the heart to tell her I was going to be leaving soon.
At first, I had been nervous to take the job. Then it had gotten exciting. Men had been excited to see me, to watch me. They thought I was sexy, mysterious, and a million other things that men who got off on watching a woman take her clothes off for them did. Now …
Now I was too tired to care.
One more week, that was all I needed. One more week, and then I could say goodbye to it all.
Topaz didn’t spare a single glance to the room at large. Her gaze zeroed in on me instantly, and then she was marching across the room in her sexy heels and an odd look on her face.
I was too tired to stand, but I gave her my full attention when she reached me.
“We have an … issue,” she muttered in a low voice so only me and Kelli could hear her. She glanced over her shoulder, as if expecting the police or something to barge in.
I went still. “Colt?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know yet, but he might turn up.” She ran her fingers through her glossy hair nervously. “Spider is sending over five of the MC brothers. He said he wanted extra security for a little while. When I asked why, he clammed up and said to make sure the brothers were put to good use.”
Kelli touched my shoulder. “Maybe you should just head home.”
“She can’t leave!” Topaz exclaimed. “Two cars full of guys in expensive suits just walked in. I need her.”
“You have a choice here, Topaz. One, you can send … Luna home, and avert a total shit show if Colt shows up—she lives to dance another day if you do that. Or two, she goes ou
t there and maybe Colt recognizes her if he shows up. Or one of the other guys recognizes her and calls him.” She stood, getting ready to take the stage when the master of ceremonies called her name. “Your choice.”
The taller woman glared after her as she walked away, then turned back to me, shaking her head. “I know the dangers of letting you stay, but these guys are already throwing around big bills for drinks and tipping the bartenders like they have it to burn.”
I pressed my lips together behind my mask. “I don’t want to cause you any trouble. And I really don’t want to lose you business.”
“If you stay and dance, those guys are likely to toss you a few of those hundreds I saw two of them pull out of their pocket in rolls.” She crouched down so that we were on an even eye level. “Do the set, and then get out of here.”
The temptation of the possibility of extra money was too much to pass up, so I nodded and turned around to face my vanity mirror to make sure my mask was still secure and my wig was glued in place. I used a little sheer powder across my breasts because they looked shiny from all the sweating I had done already. Picking up my perfume, I spritzed some behind my ears and across the tops of my boots. It cost a small fortune for just an ounce of it, but lately, I wasn’t so concerned about wasting it.
One night, I had accidently found out that the honeysuckle and sunshine scent drove the guys in the front rows crazy. The next night, three bottles of the expensive stuff had been delivered to the club for me. Now I made sure to spray it on thick so some of the other guys could smell it, too. I had been rewarded with some very generous tips.
Topaz stayed where she was until I stood. Then she moved forward and fixed my outfit. I wore the same outfit every night, for every set I danced. The killer boots that made me look like I was half a foot taller than I really was with fishnet stockings. I wore leather shorts that crawled up my ass like a thong and showed off the globes of each of my ass cheeks. The top was a corset that pushed my boobs up toward my throat and had been tied so tight at times I was sure I wasn’t getting enough oxygen.
My boss fluffed up my boobs, making them perky. I was used to her fixing me like this now, but I still felt uncomfortable letting someone touch my intimate parts so nonchalantly.
Once she was done, she stepped back and smiled wickedly. “I would so fuck your brains out if you would let me.”
As always when she said something like that, I found myself blushing. I think that was what she had wanted, because it wasn’t just my face that heated up with pink. My entire body seemed to blaze with it, making her eyes shine even brighter.
“Go make their jaws drop, sexy.” She turned and left just as quickly as she had come.
I shook my head, still feeling the heat from my blush burning strong. Picking up my water, I took a thirsty drink then slowly turned and followed after her.
Kelli was over halfway through the second song of her set when I got to the stage. I stood there, mesmerized as always by how effortlessly she played the crowd. She didn’t care that her boobs were out, or that over two hundred men could see them. If anything, it seemed to excite her, and her sultry smile as she slid down the center pole was so sexy the guys in the front rows were losing their minds.
Her red wig; those clear, over the top heels she wore; and her dancing around in nothing but a pair of silky sheer panties would have made anyone hot for her. I was just surprised the club hadn’t caught on fire yet.