Fuck him. Next time, I’m doing it right.
The next few hours went by and every time someone handed her a tip, she was determined to give a show right up until she actually took it out of their hands. Then she would think, Shit, I can’t do it!
It was to the point that her little shimmy was pathetic. The first few times, she would look to see if Vincent was going to murder the customer, seeing his friends were still holding him back. Therefore, she kept dumbing it down until it looked like it was tolerable for him. Sure, she saw the psycho killer wanting to murder everyone in his path, but at least he didn’t need assistance anymore. Why it mattered to her that it was bearable for Vincent, she had no fucking clue.
While she was waiting for her drinks to be made, she noticed Sadie going to the little stage and setting a chair in the middle. What is she doing? She had never seen her do that before.
Sadie came over the microphone. “We got a birthday boy on our hands tonight, girls. Come on up, Alan.” She did a sexy ‘come here’ signal to an older gentleman by the stage.
Taking Alan’s hand, she placed him on the chair. “Alan, honey, which lucky girl here would you like?”
Lake’s mouth dropped open, not knowing what was to come. She became slightly nervous as he looked around. When he picked one of the women who worked the stripper poles, her nerves ceased.
Why would I think he would’ve picked me, anyways? She was silly to be nervous about that.
“Hit it!” Sadie yelled, leaving the stage.
The room went dark, leaving only the stage lit. Music began to play again, and the woman started shaking her ass in front of Alan’s face. Alan kept his hands at his sides as she started to sexily dance on his lap.
Lake’s eyes widened a couple of times. Well, I know why he picked her.
When the song came to an end and clapping erupted, she went to pick up her tray of drinks. I don’t ever have to be worried of being picked again. She herself would pay for a lap dance from the pole dancer if she were into that kind of stuff.
Sadie jumped back on the stage. “I would like to officially introduce everyone to our newest girl. Lake, where are you, honey?”
Lake’s head snapped back to the stage to see Sadie scanning the crowd.
Nonononononononononono!
“There you are. Wave.” Sadie smiled at her.
Lake licked her dry lips in nervousness.
“She’s a little shy, everyone. Go on and wave, honey.”
With a spotlight finding her, she smiled and gingerly put her hand in the air then started to wave.
“Lake is our youngest and definitely most innocent,” Sadie said with a wink, “of our girls, and I just wanted to congratulate her for her first week. So don’t forget about her, future birthday boys!”
She didn’t…
“Now, let’s show her some love!”
Her ears began to fill with whistles and hollers. Every man’s eyes were on her.
She did.
Thankfully, the music started back once again and most of the men’s eyes left her body. She could feel the burning of her cheeks as she picked up her tray to deliver the drinks.
Heading to the table, she saw a furious Vincent. She could practically see the steam coming from his nostrils.
She set the drinks in front of the men, and the last one she handed one to was the red-headed man she knew by name—David. He had been there every night since she had started working. He always sat in her section, not moving until her shift ended. And yes, he still gave her the creeps, but she had to teach herself to block him out.
When David handed her a tip, she quickly shimmied then put the bill in her corset.
“You know you don’t need to be shy with me, Lake.” He handed her another bill.
Lake stared down at the money, knowing he really wanted her to work for it. She reached to take it out of his hands but before she even touched the money, her arm was grabbed and she was being dragged away. She didn’t even need to look at her captor.
“Vincent! Stop it! What are you doing?”
Vincent continued to drag her behind the curtain and into the dressing room. “Go get changed. You’re done.”
Lake hit at his chest. “What the fuck don’t you understand, Vincent? They will kill him if I don’t work. Then they will have to kill me because they know I won’t keep quiet about it. Is that what you want?”
Sadie came through the curtain. “What the hell is the problem now?”
“Do you know what you just fucking did? You just practically told them she’s a virgin out there. You’re going to get her killed or worse,” he growled at Sadie.
Sadie started sniffing the air. “Do you smell that?”
What the…? Is she okay?
“I know you smell it, playboy. It’s Lake’s virginity. I smell it, you smell it, and every fucking man out there does, too. You’re acting like it was some big secret and no one could tell, but guess what, honey? If you put a little virgin kitten in a goddamn jungle filled with a bunch of whores, it don’t take them long to sniff out the difference.”
“That doesn’t mean you need to fucking advertise that her cherry isn’t popped!” Vincent yelled.
Jesus!
“I am literally right here and can hear everything you’re saying about me.”
“I’m trying to run a business here, playboy. If you get a winning lottery ticket, do you not cash it in? If I get a virgin when every other girl who walks through my doors is a slut who fucks men in the bathroom, you’re damn right I’m going to let my customers know I have a wide selection of girls. I didn’t tell them anything they didn’t already know. Plus, they can’t buy her; she’s on the ‘no touch’ list.”
Finally, Sadie looked at her. “I just assumed you didn’t want to be, but if you wanted the big bucks—”