“Holy shit, that bitch was smokin’,” Buzz said as he leaned his chair back away from the table and rearranged his junk.
“You got that right, brother,” Brute confirmed, taking a swig of his beer.
I looked over at them and said, “she’s in.”
Rihanna’s Bitch Better Have My Money started playing and another stripper began her set. Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed Serenity’s black hair; her eyes roaming the room. She was heading toward a group of guys when I moved her way and touched her lightly on the arm.
“Hey darlin’, up to giving me a private dance?”
“Sure, we can go to the VIP room,” she said and led the way. She looked over her shoulder at me a few times.
The VIP room was decked out in red and gold with a long mirror along the back wall above the couch that stretched from end to end. I took a seat and leaned my long legs in front of me. Rummaging in my pocket, I took out three crisp $100 bills.
“These are yours if you suck my dick, darlin’,”
Serenity frowned at me. “You have me mistaken for someone else. I don’t take money for sexual favors. You want a lap dance, fine. That’s $50.”
“C’mon now, $300 bucks is more than the going rate,” I joked.
She turned her back to me and started swaying her hips as she flipped her hair, “lap dance, it is.”
She eased herself onto my lap, her back to me, then started moving slowly and rhythmically. She turned her head to look at me, her eyes were blue and a little far off as if she was imagining something else.
It took me a few long moments to realize she was standing and sashaying her hips and arms. She touched the floor in a wide forward bend and wiggled her backside. My cock was already rock hard, but now it ached. The ass on this girl could make a grown man cry.
“How about you give me another lap dance?”
“How about you pay me for the first one?” She smiled expectantly.
“As you can see, I’m good for the money, darlin’.”
“That may be, but it might be best if I head back out to the floor now. It won’t be long before I hit the stage again.”
“Not yet,” I said and grabbed the cash from the upholstery and offered it.”
Before her fingers moved to get the money, she watched me. “I’ll keep dancing for you, but that’s it. You sure you want to give me all that?”
“What’s your real name?” I surprised myself by the question but was glad she didn’t give me the usual bullshit answer.
“I don’t know you. So, call me Serenity.” she stuffed the money into her bodysuit, and I imagined the cash nestled by her tits where I wanted my hands. It was damn sure tempting to unzip my fly and get some relief for my swollen cock. But the last thing I wanted was to scare her off.
“The Merciless Few MC and Indecent Proposal are happy to have you on board,” I winked.
“What?” Her blue eyes and brows crinkled in confusion.
“You now work for us.” Getting to my feet, I adjusted myself.
“What makes you think that?” She asked, crossing her arms.
“We won you in a pot of poker,” I grinned, rubbing my hands across the stumble on my face.
“I’m not something you can win,” she growled, and I almost laughed in her face. I liked her feistiness.
“Ah, darlin,’ you’ll find we can do whatever we want in this town.”
“Fuck you!” She moved quickly, but I caught her wrist before she slapped me.
I raised her knuckles and kissed them.