3. Zeke
The Fuzzy Peach is packed tonight but that’s not unusual when we have a game going. The Devils have a gambling ring we run in the back. Keeps money in our pockets when we aren’t under contract to get women. The Rebels can’t stand the fact that we deal in trafficking. Honestly, I don’t think Snake is too keen on it anymore. It’s damn good money, but there’s a lot of risk. He’s been talking about going legit for a while now. I don’t even know what that looks like.
“You joining a game?” Griller, one of our prospects, asks.
We have blackjack and poker every Friday night. I almost answer him when I spot the woman on the stage. She isn’t one of our usuals. “Sail” by Awolnation blares from the speakers. She grinds her body, which isn’t covered much by the leather outfit she wears.
“Who the fuck is that?”
Griller shrugs but I’m already headed toward the stage. I stop and ask the bouncer what’s going on. I have every intention of marching up there, throwing her sexy ass over my shoulder and getting her off the stage.
“She wants to make her boyfriend jealous.”
I laugh, liking her spunk. It’s clear she’s not a stripper. Syra was a stripper. Those girls know how to work a pole. This girl has something else, though. This fire inside her. Either that or it’s been too long since I fucked someone.
Her gaze catches mine and her tongue snakes out to lick her lips. Instead of making her stop, I go find a seat, telling the fucker sitting front and center to beat it.
I fish out a hundred dollar bill from my wallet, holding it up for her. She looks over at a blonde guy as she dances her way to me. He must be the boyfriend. I stick the money between my lips and when she reaches me, I stand, slipping my fingers into the waistband of her panties before shoving the money down the front with my mouth. The scent of her sweet pussy is intoxicating.
Her fingers thread through my hair, gripping tightly until my scalp stings but she doesn’t push me away. Damn, she’s a firecracker.
My enjoyment comes to a halt when I’m roughly shoved away. Her boyfriend is fuming. Can’t say that I blame him but she’s way too much fucking woman for him. He throws a punch, busting my lip, and I smirk.
This is going to be fun.