8. Sienna
Chapter 8
Sienna
“Sienna!” A loud and tipsy Chyler shrieked across the bar as I entered. She came up and basically strangled me with a hug. “What took you so long?” She gasped dramatically.
“Chy, it’s only eight-thirty. I got here in thirty minutes.” I laughed, hugging her while dragging her ass back to the bar where I saw my four baby pink shots lined up.
“You should have just ordered it as a drink if you were getting four of them.” Jessie chuckled from over my shoulder, and I turned to give her a warm hug.
“Hey! Happy birthday, girl. Good to see you again.” I beamed at her.
“Likewise, it’s been a while.” Jessie smiled. “Drink up; the doors open for the show in about fifteen minutes.” She gestured to my shots, and I grinned, gladly ready to suck down every single one of them.
“How’s the studio going?” She asked, leaning against the bar next to me.
“It’s—”
“It’s amazing. This woman knows how to kick your ass.” Chyler interrupted, stealing one of my shots and downing it within seconds.
“I think someone needs to slow down.” Jessie scowled at her.
“I think someone owes me another shot,” I added, cheersing Chyler’s empty glass and finishing mine. “Let her have some fun.”
“If I do that, she will be under at least six of the guys in that show by the end of it.” She teased, finishing her drink off.
“Aren’t there only eight?” I questioned. From looking at the posters, it seemed that only eight men were in the show.
“There is more, but they—” Jessie pointed at the giant poster in the corner of the bar. “Are the main reason why everyone comes here.”
I followed her finger and looked closer at the men in the poster. It didn’t take a genius to see why they pulled the kind of crowd they had every night. The men were screaming hot. Having a body like theirs and allowing us to touch them all we want should be a crime, and yet, what I wouldn’t give to take one of them home.
“We came here for hot, sweaty men; damn right, I am going to cover myself in them while I can.” Chyler cackled as she turned to leave the bar. “I better smell like them for days after this.” She added, flipping her hair.
I finished my last shot, setting the glass down on the counter and following her and Jessie into the showroom, my eyes catching on the posters as we approached.
Just inside the double doors, there was a neon sign that lit up the dark entryway:
Good girls go to heaven; bad cunts come down under.
“We’ve got the round table in the right corner.” Jessie looped her arms through Chyler’s and mine as she escorted us to our reserved table.
“Ooo, nice spot,” Chyler cooed, slipping into the booth and signaling the waitress for drinks.
I slid in after her and perched myself at the edge of the booth with my feet dangling towards the open aisle.
“Prepping yourself to be swept off your feet, Sienna?” Jessie arched a brow and giggled as she sat on Chyler’s other side.
“I mean, would that be so bad?” I smirked, biting my bottom lip.
Would it be?
Chyler ordered us a round of drinks, the Blue Aussie—a Blue Hawaiian renamed to fit the show—with an extra shot of Malibu on the side. She was definitely in the mood to get wasted tonight, but I couldn’t complain—so was I.
I downed the shot first and took a few sips from my drink, scanning the room before the lights started to dim and “Down Under” by Men at Work began playing over the speakers. Six long tables in two rows are in the center of the room, with booths outlining the edge of the main floor. A center circular stage sits in the middle of the long tables.
The tables are designed for the dancers to stand and dance on them, with rails on either side to hold drinks. The room was a dancer’s playground with all the different areas and sections they could jump up and dance along. Our table in the corner had, in my personal opinion, the best view. We could see everything.
With the lights fully dimmed, the center circular stage lit up with laser lights that shot straight from the platform to the ceiling, creating a cage effect. I could feel my pulse racing in anticipation of the start of the show—or were the shots from earlier finally kicking in?
Chyler and Jessie started shrieking like horny banshees, and I turned to see a man in an all-black suit appear in the middle of the laser cage stage. The crowd of women screamed and catcalled as he swaggered around the perimeter of the circular stage, keeping within the lasers and getting a good look at his guests for the evening.
“Ladies—” He started. “Ladies… ladies… ladies. How are we feeling tonight?” The man was gorgeous, and if he was just the host, I couldn’t even begin to imagine the rest of the men that would entertain us. This, right here, was every woman’s wet fucking dream. “If you want to see more men like me and a lot less clothing, you gotta be louder than that.” He tsked. “I said, how are we feeling tonight, ladies?” He commanded, and the entire room vibrated with shrieks, screams, and squeals of thirsty women. Chyler, Jessie, and I included.
“That was much better. My name is Jaxon, and I’ll be your host and MC for this evening. Welcome to Heaven Down Under, where good girls go to heaven, and bad cunts like yourselves come down under.” His charming smirk had me biting my lip and giggling like a schoolgirl. And that accent…
“Now that is a slogan worth having. Fuck me.” Chyler raised her brows before sucking down more of her drink.
“I just want him to stop talking and let me feel up some men.” Jessie laughed and started banging her hands on the table as loudly as possible before screaming, “Bring out the boys, Jaxon!”
“I was going to lay down a couple of ground rules for the evening,” Jaxon delivered a mischievous grin. “But the blokes have decided that they really want to play with you sheilas tonight. So, the rules? Fuck ‘em. There are none.” He licked his lips and shrugged. “Now put your fucking phones away and get ready for the ride.”
As Jaxon finished his speech, I turned to see men lining the edges of the main floor, standing on platforms above the seating. I could feel myself growing hot at the reality of the men that now surround the room. My hands twitch in my lap, begging to drag themselves down every toned and ripped torso.
I sucked in a breath when bright blue eyes captured mine from the far end of the platform that runs behind our table. The blokes were shirtless, of course, and they were wearing denim jeans with a dark leather belt and a large silver buckle with the show’s logo on it. Cowboy hats shielded most of their features, casting shadows over their faces as the lights shone down on them—but those blue eyes. They almost glowed.
My eyes shamelessly wandered down to his buckle as his hips rolled with the music, and I couldn’t help but wonder how those hips would feel grinding up against mine. At least ten other men were dancing on the floor, and I was drawn to this one like a magnet. He sucked me into an orbit that I never wanted to leave.
The four standing alongside our booth stepped down and danced towards the stage, working the crowd of ladies holding their hands out for a quick feel. When all eleven dancers reached the main stage, they fell into their opening routine.
A remix of “Black Dog” by Led Zeppelin played, and I could feel the dancer in me subconsciously joining them. I miss performing…
The dancers unbuckled and removed their belts one by one before snapping them on the stage floor like leather whips. As each belt cracked, they turned, giving the audience their backs and a nice long look at their asses, and as if hearing every shrieking woman beg for them to take it the fuck off, they gripped the front of their jeans and ripped them away.
Cowboy hats slid down their chests to cover what we all came to see as they turned to face us once more. I couldn’t remove my eyes from the face of the dark-haired, blue-eyed man who captured my attention from the start of the show. My eyes widened as they raked down his tight and toned form, landing right where his hat hovered over his cock.
“Sienna, you’re drooling!” Chyler shouted over the music and endless screaming.
I covered my mouth, turning to face her, and realized that it was—in fact—hanging open. I laughed, my face flushing from embarrassment and all the alcohol.
Chyler’s eyes flared wide as she touched my shoulders and shook me with both hands before gesturing behind me. I turned to follow her gaze and froze, seeing the man I was drooling over now standing before me with his hand held out to take.
Fuck me .
Heart racing, I placed my hand in his and stood from the booth, my eyes held captive by his bright blues.
The smoking hot dancer spun me around, pulling me into his chest, and started grinding his hips against my ass. My breath caught as I felt his hard length against my lower back, his strong scent wrapping me in a blanket of please take me now .
He turned us, leaving me to stand before him, as he fell into my seat in the booth, patting his lap with a sly grin. I was confident on a good day, but add all the Malibu I’ve been sucking down like a fish, and there is nothing I wouldn’t do. Shame and regret could grab me in the morning, but right now? Right now, I was all his.
Stepping towards him, I straddled his thigh and started grinding myself against his jeans, letting the music and alcohol take control of my limbs. A strong arm wrapped around my waist as he pulled me further onto his lap, rolling his hips into mine, a moan escaping past my parted lips.
He was turning me on with every move, and I was losing my grip on reality. Of course, he did this with multiple women every single night; I wasn’t special. But fuck did I wish I was. I’d give anything to land a man like him.
His hands gripped my thighs as he leaned forward and lifted us out of the booth, my legs wrapping around his waist. With a quick pivot, he drops me back into my seat, leaning into and over me.
“I’ll be back for you later, love.” He murmured, his lips just a hair's breadth away from touching my skin, and I melted. I fucking melted . He said what?
Releasing me, he stepped back and smirked, licking his lips with a hunger I didn’t think possible for a revue dancer. Feeling significantly hotter than I was moments ago, Chyler and Jessie squealed like excited children as the mystery man I had my eyes on returned to the stage, finishing his routine and exiting backstage.
“Okay, what the fuck was that?” Jessie exclaimed, eyes wide in disbelief. “Girl, his eyes were fucking you harder than yours were fucking him.” She gawked.
“I—Um… He—” It was just part of the show. That’s all. Nothing more.
“If he can make you speechless with his touch, I can’t even begin to imagine what he is capable of in bed.” Chyler’s eyes drifted off as if fantasizing about him between her legs, and something possessive snapped inside of me.
“Have whichever one you want, but I call dibs on that one.” I clipped, my heart still racing and nearly beating out of my chest.
I didn’t know what had come over me. How could I be possessive of a man I didn’t even know? Let alone who probably had zero sexual interest in me. This was his job, to make women want him, and he did a fucking marvelous job at it.
“Relax, Sienna… He’s all yours.” She scoffed with a sarcastic smirk, holding up her hands in submission.
“Now that you’ve had a small taste, how about taking a bite?” Jaxon stood center stage, one hand holding the microphone, the other sliding into his slacks. “We’ve got four delicious blokes for you ladies to sink your teeth into this evening, so help me welcome our resident rockstar and metalhead to the stage, Dazza!”
I was going to need a cold shower after tonight if that was just the warm-up. Holy shit .
Three performance sets and three additional drinks later, I was in heaven, and how could I not be with several half-naked men manhandling my body like a rag doll?
For every set, the lead dancer selected a woman from the audience to participate in his set on stage, and I couldn’t help but feel the jealousy of wishing I could have been one of them. Just once.
Chyler and Jessie were borderline falling out of the booth while attempting to get chosen. One of the servers scolded Chyler for standing up on the seat, and I couldn’t help but laugh as she flipped the woman off with a fuck you glare.
“I’m getting another round of drinks; who wants one?” Chyler offered, slurring almost all of her words while trying to slide out of the booth over Jessie’s lap.
“I think you’ve had enough for the next hour, girl.” Jessie shoved her back into her seat.
“Just one more,” Chyler whined and pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Absolutely not. But you can have this water.” Jessie teased, pushing a full glass of ice water in front of Chyler. “Thank me later.” She cooed.
Chyler huffed, “Pfft. I’ll never thank you for water.” She rolled her eyes and downed half the glass as if she needed it, and I giggled, covering my mouth.
“You too, Sienna. You two drink like fucking fish.” Jessie scolded, and I sucked my cheeks in to make a fish face at her.
“Get on our level, Jessie; it’s your birthday!” I shrieked, finishing the last of my third… no… fourth drink of the night.
“Exactly, and I’d like to remember it.” She chuckled with a dramatic eye roll.
“You—” I hiccuped. “You—” I tried again but stopped when the room suddenly darkened, and red and blue lights began flashing in all four corners. “What the—”
“Some of you have been very naughty girls tonight and caught the attention of our law enforcement.” Jaxon’s voice projected over the speakers. “We’re all bad cops here and like it a little rough. Who here requires a frisk?” He crooned, and the dancers lined up along all three sides of the main floor wearing riot gear. Oh, fuck me sideways .
Glancing around at the men now surrounding us, I couldn’t help but notice that one was missing. The dark-haired, blue-eyed smoke show from earlier was nowhere to be seen. I pouted in disappointment as “Turn Down for What” by DJ Snake and Lil Jon started playing over the speakers.
“Girl, there are ten half-naked men in uniform that could bend us over backward without a second thought, and you are fucking frowning?” Jessie screamed over the loud music, and I bit my bottom lip in embarrassment. “And you tell me to get on your level?” She mocked. Was I really being that obvious? Pathetic.
The dancers stepped down from their perches and began working the screaming sea of women, one coming over to our table where they took Jessie’s hand and spun her around so her back was to them. They pinned both of her hands behind her back before bending her over and pounding their hips into her ass, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, and she ate up every goddamn second of it. Happy fucking birthday, Jessie .
Another dancer joined the fun at our table, dragging Chyler out of the booth and picking her up by her thighs as if she weighed almost nothing. She laughed the entire time, running her hands through his long blonde hair as her thighs squeezed around his waist.
“Looks like our Officer Colby finally found the one that got away. But how long will she remain free?” Jaxon chuckled over the speakers as a large body dropped down from behind where I was sitting and towered over me in the booth.
I swallowed, my breath catching in my throat as my eyes flicked from rock-hard abs, hidden by a black tank top, to a pair of bright blue eyes. Oh…
Colby held his hand out to me with a smirk, and I greedily took it. My heart leaped into my throat as I placed my hand in his, and he pulled me from my seat and escorted me to the stage. Chyler and Jessie were whistling and screaming behind me, still playing with the two men who came over to entertain them.
“I said I’d come back for you, love.” He gave me a wolfish smirk as we reached the top of the stairs, leading me to a chair that had been placed on stage left. I sat down just as “Watch Me Burn” by Michele Morrone started, and he pulled up a second chair, straddling it in front of me.
With a flirty wink, Colby took my hand, kissing the back before spinning the chair out from under his legs and kicking it across the floor, swaggering to center stage as he rolled his hips, falling to his knees and ripping his black tank top in half.
I gripped the sides of the chair and bit my bottom lip as I watched him dance in awe, his movements so fluid and precise. I’d give anything to dance with him—moving my body in sync with his. The way the stage lighting played off his muscular curves made my head dizzy with desire—or maybe that was all the alcohol.
Making his way back to me, Colby gripped my knees, spreading my legs wide on either side of the chair, and set the tip of his boot in the space between them before gripping my chin and tilting my face up to meet his.
I admired his bright blue eyes before sucking in a breath as he brought his face down to meet mine, centimeters from our lips touching, only to pull away like a tease as he continued his performance center stage. Unable to resist, I pulled my thighs back in and pressed them tightly together, my slow breaths turning into needy pants.
As he strolled back a second time, Colby unbuckled his belt, pulling it through the loops of his jeans in one seamless move. He then straddled my thighs on the chair and laid the flat part of the leather belt across my mouth just behind my teeth again, leaning close enough in that I could feel his warm breath caressing the side of my cheek and the corner of my lips.
I couldn’t help but whimper at the desperation I was feeling; I was ready to explode. The strong scent of AXE body spray that enveloped my senses was causing me to lose my fucking mind for him.
He removed the belt from behind my teeth and pulled me across the stage, his back to the audience as he took both of my hands and ran them down his chest to his firm abs, my fingertips exploring every single dip and curve along the way.
“Do me a favor. Get down on your knees, love.” His voice dripped like golden syrup, and my body moved on its own accord. I was kneeling for him before my mind even processed the request.
A second later, he ripped off his jeans, and a hand slid into the back of my hair, gripping the nape firmly as I gazed up at him in awe through dark lashes. My hands returned to his abs, and my nails dug into his skin.
I couldn’t help myself; my body was begging for his. Here I was at eye level with his cock, wanting a taste so badly; I didn’t care if it was the alcohol thinking for me at this point. I wanted him.
As the song ended, Colby gripped my hands in his and abruptly pulled me backstage. He led us down a dark hall that ran alongside the stage and whipped us around a corner into what appeared to be their locker room. My head spun from the rapid movement, and I swear the sharp turn gave me whiplash.
Colby pushed me up against a wall in the far corner of the room, and without even allowing me a breath, his mouth was on mine, actually on it this time, and I parted my lips with a moan, giving him an all-access pass.
This isn’t real; this is just the alcohol in my system. My head was still spinning.
I was lucid dreaming, most likely passed out in the booth, with Chyler and Jessie ready to drag my drunk ass home.
But fuck did he taste good.