Chapter 21
Cassius
“Everything fuckinghurts,” Axel grunts as he climbs out of the car. Harlow told us to meet her at some place called the Rack Shack. What a dumb name for a club, but it is a strip club. Sounds like it was named by some pervy old man with greasy hair who makes his dancers suck his cock for a raise.
Neo laughs. “Probably has something to do with your dumb ass getting handed to you in the ring. I still can't believe you fought drunk off your ass,” Neo cackles, slapping Axel on the back, making him groan in pain.
“Well, you just fucking stood there and watched! You could have stopped me,” Axel growls.
“I could have,” Neo smirks. “But it was more fun watching you go down faster than a virgin boy cumming.”
“You’re a fucking dick, you know that?” Axel shoots back at Neo.
“Maybe, but I’m also the only one out of us who's using it for something other than jacking off,” Neo rubs in.
“Yeah, not sure if you should sound so proud of that. You sold yourself to the she-devil. All for what? Getting your cock wet?”
“Okay, fuck off with the insults. Yes, she’s crazy and yes, she’s scary, but she’s not the fucking devil. And all for what, you ask? For the best mind-blowing sex a man could ever imagine, and even then, it doesn’t compare to the reality. When I'm with her, I feel everything. My veins are filled with liquid fire, my mind in a euphoric comatose state. I would literally chop off my own fucking arms to be able to keep what we have. Hell, I’d chop off my dick and gift wrap it for her if she asked.”
“You’re fucking insane, you know that? Like there is something really fucking wrong with your brain.” Axel shakes his head.
“Aww, thank you. That's so sweet!” Neo gushes, putting his hand on his heart. Neo’s hands shoot out, grabbing Axel’s face, holding him still, so he can place a big sloppy kiss on his cheek before quickly licking half his damn face.
“Get the fuck off me,” Axel shouts, pushing Neo away. Neo laughs as he dances away from getting backhanded. “I hate you, you know that?”
“Nah, you loooove me. You know it. Everyone does.” He winks before ripping the door to the club open.
“Men pay $20, women get in free,” the bouncer says in a monotone voice.
“Rip off,” Dean mutters, and for a club like this, yeah, it is. We’ve only just walked through the door, and already I can see that there's nothing classy about this place. It smells like body odor, and the floor is sticky.
The guy cocks a brow and holds out his hand. Dean mutters to himself as he places $80 in his waiting hand.
When we get into the main area, I see that it has potential. It kind of looks like how Harlow does up her clubs. The dance floor is immediately to our left, the bar to our right, and the stage with the poles are on the far side of the room.
The interior is black and silver. It could be considered nice, you know, if it was actually maintained.
“So, when is she gonna meet us?” Dean asks.
“I think she's already here,” Neo grins, pointing on stage.
There, in her signature Queenie outfit, is Harlow. Dancing on the pole like a fucking pro. We all just stand there and gawk. There are no poles at Evolution, so we haven't seen her dance like this, but I’m guessing with what she said about her past, she had to be good at both dancing on the floor and on the pole to avoid being auctioned up.
Riverby Bishop Briggs is blasting through the speakers as she does a very seductive dance number. Her fluid motions as she practically makes love to the pole, in a surprisingly non-sexual way, has my cock becoming rock hard. She hangs upside down, her breasts staying in place from her tight corset as she slides down to the floor, almost hitting the ground before righting herself, and gracefully starts dancing on the stage like she does at her own club.
People are throwing dollar bills at her, cheering, and cat-calling her. That's not allowed at her club. Well, that's not entirely true. Harlow allows it for group shows with her involved or her solo shows. She said she doesn't care, but some of the girls feel uncomfortable and uneasy.
But here and now, Harlow eyes up the crowd like she's hoping one of these poor fools would overstep and try something, so she can get a pound of flesh.
She can't be in a good mood, not after everything that happened last night. She unwillingly opened up big time, and I know she won’t let any of us get away with my brother’s stupid mistake. I don’t think she’s gonna do any more damage to Axel; at least I hope not until he’s healed a little, then she can have another go at him.
His two black eyes are starting to yellow, and his fat lip is almost back to normal, but now he has a big lump on his head where Harlow hit him, and his side is sore where the stitches are. He came tonight anyways. Partly because he’s trying to pull off some macho bullshit that none of this bothers him, and partly because he doesn't want to risk getting something important chopped off, even if he doesn’t get to use it for fun things anymore.
When the song is over, she makes her way through the crowd, right to us.
“You made it,” she grins, but it's not the happy kind. “Alright, I’m giving you a heads-up because I have shit to do, and I don't need anyone adding to my plate. I'm pissed. I'm feeling extra stabby today, and by the end of tonight, at least one person will be dead, beaten, and fucked.”
“Like fucked as in fucked, or fucked as infucked?” Neo grins.