We decided to get ready for the party at Lucy’s place. Because she was a stripper and not a club girl, she had her own house not too far from the clubhouse. Reinforcements had been called in for the night because of the amount of extra Brothers in the house. There were extra girls from X-rated coming in as well. It was a club rule that the Brothers were not allowed to sleep with the strippers. Brothers by Blood had strict feelings about keeping business and pleasure separated. But for tonight, they had all been given a free ‘anything goes’ pass. I knew Lucy and some of the girls were itching to get their hands on the men.
There were close to twenty Brothers in attendance at the club and only seven club girls, with around the same amount of strippers. Shit was going to get a bit crazy and I couldn’t wait.
Lucy leaned against the door frame of her room where I was getting dressed. “Girl, you look hot!”
I smacked my now bright red lips together before turning to her with a bright smile. I’d chosen a deep red pleated pleather skirt that was short, but covered just enough to be super sexy. I topped it with a black sequin top that tied around my neck and dipped low in the back. I’d never been a big fan of the hooker type heels that strippers wore, so I’d paired my outfit with a sexy stiletto ankle boot.
“A couple of your girls just got here.”
I raised a brow. “Who?”
“Lou, Missy and Satan AKA Dana.” She rolled her eyes. The girls from X-Rated weren’t exactly Dana’s biggest fans either. Dana had this high and mighty attitude about her and liked to act like she was better than Lucy and the other girls. She’d picked fights with them more than once and was on her last legs with Optimus. Unfortunately, there were actually a few guys who enjoyed her companyand had stuck up for her in order to keep her around. Sometimes I wondered about those men, a few too many drugs rotting their brains.
“Speak of the devil,” she groaned quietly. Dana pushed through the doorway, shoving Lucy out of the way. “Bitch, this ismyhouse. We ain’t at the club yet so you better watch yourself.”
Lucy steeled her with a look before turning and walking back down the hall where I could hear all the other girls laughing and chatting. Dana scoffed and turned to the floor length mirror, eyeing herself with a devilish smirk.
“So this guy who’s taking over the Troy chapter, you know what his name is?” she asked, leaning forward and adjusting her breasts under the small black boob tube top she was wearing. It was almost like she had taken two pieces of material and wrapped one around her tits and the other around her ass and decided to call it an outfit.
Wow, classy.
“No, I’ve never met him before.”
She continued to study herself, turning to check out her own ass. A giggle almost fell from my mouth. Bitch looked fifty shades of ridiculous. Even as a club girl I liked to hold myself with a bit of respect. That meant being sexy without basically flaunting my pussy and ass right in front of the men’s faces. But I guess some men liked their girls easy.
She shrugged. “I heard he doesn’t have an Old Lady.”
Now I saw where this was going and this time I couldn’t help but laugh, earning me a sharp glare from the she-devil. “And I’m pretty sure that will still be true in four days when they ride out,” I threw over my shoulder as I left her standing in the room, admiring her assets. “Bitch is crazy,” I muttered to myself.
It was after 9:00 p.m. by the time Slider called to tell us we were needed. The boys were going into Church so they could congratulate the new chapter president in a more official way and we needed to be there for when they got out.
Bikes lined the clubhouse carpark. Sparkling chrome reflecting in the headlights of the car as we pulled past the prospects standing guard at the steel gates. All in all the club had three new prospects. Caleb was the closest to getting his patch, having been with the club for a little over a year. The other two had joined more recently and would have to wait a little longer. Caleb was the only one I was close to since his main job was manning the bar, which meant we had to interact more. He was an awesome bartender and sometimes I had to wonder whether he had missed his calling. He was a sweet kid who had been dealt a really shitty hand. He ended up coming round with one of the club kids he had met at school and before I knew it he was eighteen and wearing a prospect patch on his back.
I grinned as I stepped from the car and took in the sight in front of me. I admired the perfectly positioned bikes, like a line of soldiers standing at attention.
“Let’s go, girl. I need a drink,” Chelsea said, pulling my hand toward the doors that opened onto the patio. One bike, in particular, caught my eye. It had the Brothers by Blood symbol on its tank – two hands reaching toward each other and gripping the opposite hands wrist. It was gorgeously done, the pinstriping completely unflawed. While all the men were required to get the club symbol and name tattooed on their bodies when they were officially patched in, having the symbol on a man’s bike was reserved for the club presidents only.
I knew this wasn’t Optimus’ bike, so I gathered it belonged to the new Troy chapter president. I tried to slow Chelsea’s determined pull, taking a moment to scan the beautiful beast. I didn’t know much about bikes, the men had attempted to teach us some things, but it just wasn’t my forte. What I did know was that this machine was sexy, smooth and incredibly beautiful. I could only hope the man reflected his bike.
The main room was entirely void of men except for Caleb, who was standing in his regular position behind the bar. The girls all crowded around, flirting and giggling with him while he filled each of their orders. Caleb was a gorgeous looking boy, he had a baby face that caused all the girls to melt, and his hair was long and fell around his face sort of like an old-schoolJustin Bieberstyle. At only nineteen, he was tall and his body was already becoming well defined. All the Brothers were expected to keep in shape. The clubhouse had its own gym which included a lot of boxing gear, a ring, a couple treadmills and a few other machines that I wouldn’t have a clue how to use. With Leo, a previous underground fighter as his sponsor, Caleb was being taught by the best of the best and it was no wonder he was looking so good.
When I had a beer, I took a seat on the edge of the stage. I watched Lucy and a few of her girls practice their moves at the pole. They were sexy and sultry and their movements were fluid like water.
“Harmony, come have a try,” Kat called with a come-on gesture. Kat wasn’t just a stripper, she wasthestripper – X-Rated’s headliner. She was a sweet girl, stripping to get through college and support her two-year-old little boy. Chelsea gave me a little shove and I sighed, walking around and up the side steps to the stage.
“Are you girls looking to embarrass me?” I groaned.
“Iknowyou know how to do this, Harm. Don’t act all innocent!” Lucy laughed. I shot a glare at her. She and Chelsea were the only ones I’d confided in that I had taken pole dancing lessons during my last year of high school when I thought I was getting a little pudgy. I’d done them for fitness and to lose weight. It was an amazing workout and it was no wonder the girls from X-Rated all had kick-ass figures.
“You know how to dance?” Kat inquired, her smile slowly growing wider.
I shrugged. “A little, I guess.”
“Throw on ‘Every Breath You Take’ by Chase Holfelder,” Lucy called to one of the girls who was controlling the iPod that was plugged into the stereo. I kicked off my heels. I’d never done this in anything other than flats and I wasn’t willing to risk a broken ankle tonight.
The music started. It was one of my favorite songs, but a dark and haunting version of it. My body felt the slow beat and my hips began to sway as I gripped the pole with both hands. I held on tightly as I twirled around it, my feet not yet leaving the floor. As the beat became more prominent, I began to dramatize my movements, flicking my head back and dropping to the ground. I blocked out the other noise in the room, trying to smother the butterflies that turned in my stomach.
As the rise of the chorus began to beat deeply, I swung around the pole, lifting both my legs and trapping the pole between my thighs. My body continued to circle it and I curled my body in on itself as I slipped closer to the ground. Placing my feet under my body at the last minute, I swayed my way back up the pole seductively.