“It’s not charity.” Odis rolls his eyes. “And don’t pull that stubborn bullshit with us.”
“You would rather take your clothes off for money than accept it from us?” I can’t make sense of that. Does she really think that badly of us?
“I won’t take charity, and I won’t act like a gold digger.”
I would gladly kill Chelsey for putting that idea in her head. “Come with me.” I take her by the hand and drag her behind me toward the VIP section.
“What are you doing?” I ignore her as we enter the darker, curtained-off space where a smaller stage than the one on the main floor holds a single girl who’s dancing slowly, sensually for a trio of men holding drinks, staring up at her.
Gemma stops dead in her tracks, pulling on my hand. “She’s naked!”
“No shit. That’s why guys pay more back here.” The dancer isn’t wearing a thong, the way the girls on the main floor do. She squats in her five-inch platform heels and spreads her legs, leaving her pussy fully visible to everybody watching. One of the men sitting near the stage throws a handful of bills at her feet, and she spreads her lips for him before running a finger up the length of her slit, then popping that finger in her mouth.
Gemma’s eyes are bulging when I turn to her. “It’s not good enough for us to offer you money? You want to be stubborn about it? Fine.” I take a seat in a chair further back from the stage, slumping a little with my thighs spread open. “Suck me off.”
“Ex-excuse me?” She wraps her arms around herself, which only pushes her tits together until they’re ready to spill out of the tight dress she’s wearing.
“You heard me. You want to be a stubborn, smart-mouthed brat? You want to earn your money? Earn it now.” I rub the growing bulge in my pants. “I’ll pay for your car once you suck me off. I’d do it for nothing, but since you’re so insistent on earning it…”
She looks at Odis like she expects to find out this is all a joke, but now he’s wearing a half-hooded expression that tells me he’s as much into this idea as I am. She’s not getting any help from him.
“Well?” I grin up at her. “You want to work? Get to work.”