Chapter 2
Daisy
“Who were you just talking to?”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “I don’t know, Tony. Some guy here with his friends.”
Tony’s glare didn’t leave me as I pressed a towel on my damp skin to get some of the sweat off. “Well, if you get that close, you need to get the party room filled.” This fuck had cameras near all the exits so of course he saw that interaction.
I gritted my teeth and turned, trying hard not to give away my discomfort. “I asked him but he said no. He was just leaving the bathroom, I think.”
Tony stood from his desk that he kept in our changing room and came over, grabbing my arm hard, yanking me forward, and sticking his face in mine. “Then what good are you, bitch?”
I used every ounce of energy I could to keep my composure. It was bad enough I’d gotten mixed up with this fucker, but I wasn’t going to let him see me sweat.
He gripped my arm tighter and jerked me again. “I asked you a fucking question,” he snarled in my ear.
“I’ll try again, Sir.” Dick .
His eyes searched my face and his lip curled up in a smirk. “Good girl.” He released my arm but gave my ass a hard smack as I turned to leave the dressing room.
Walking out toward the table that ordered the dance, I slowed when I noticed the gorgeous man that had bumped into me was sitting there. I should have known that they were together, since the others also had on those biker vests.
I rebounded quickly, lifting my chin and plastering on the sensual grin I had mastered for the tips. All these men were giants. I was five-four barefoot, but my platforms were four inches and that man still towered over me. They all had thick beards, and though they were too short to be tied with a strap, they were still impressive. And they seemed well-kempt.
The one who bumped into me had a sly grin and he looked like he could kill a guy with his bare hands. And those eyes…hazel…the perfect blend of light and dark. His hair was thick and dark, and it looked like he combed it back with his fingers to keep it out of his face. A few loose tendrils around his face hung down to his jaw. A tattoo peeked out of the collar of his hoodie. I bet he had them all over .
The others had lighter shades of brown hair, all about the same length and style, except the serious one. His was darker and a bit shorter. And he had glacier blue eyes. He didn’t seem mean, but definitely tense. Probably in charge. The others were relaxed except the one with his arms crossed with a little rooster on his vest. Or did they call that something else? I hadn’t been around real bikers, but seen a few episodes of some TV show, but I couldn’t recall all the terminology.
“Hey boys. Who gets the dance?” I asked. The man with the big smile who had waved me down before said it was for his buddy but didn’t elaborate when he first asked for it.
“This fucker right here,” the guy who ordered it said as he pointed to the man from the hall. Of course . I was gonna have to dry hump this man who, under normal circumstances, I’d go home with.
Internally shaking off the thought, I reminded myself that wasn’t possible. Not anymore.
He shifted in his seat, and let his eyes wash over me as I got to work. His friends cheered us on as I turned and reached my hand behind me to point to the string holding my top on. He pulled the ties at my neck and my back, then I grabbed my top, standing as I held it to my breasts before leaning in with a slow turn and seductively pulling it down.
More whistles and cheers came from his boys as I climbed in his lap and swayed my hips, rubbing my nipples against the leather he wore.
His thick fingers grazed over my thighs, but before he could get too close to my ass, I grasped his neck, told him to hold onto me, then wrapped my legs up around his shoulders and let my upper body fall down into his lap.
I felt his warm breath at my pussy, and I wanted to press it closer to his face, but Tony always had his goons watching, plus I didn’t want any other dudes getting any ideas, so I kept it professional. His warm hands under my back felt good…protective.
Pressing my upper body back up, I grabbed his neck and let my legs fall to the floor and quickly lost the shorts, leaving just my jeweled thong.
I turned and settled my ass into his lap again, rolling my hips several times before I leaned my back against his chest.
His hands were at my hips and his lips brushed against my ear, but nothing more. He groaned and the vibrations from his chest rumbled through me.
I was enjoying this, though I usually didn’t. His hands were rough and warm and held me tight. I bit my lip as his strong fingers dug into my hips. My skin tingled against the feel of his leather and heat pooled low in my belly. Something about him made me feel safe and protected. His hands were firm, but not like the normal assholes that tried to toss me around. It was more controlled; possessive. But not the way Tony treated us all like possessions. More like he could possess my soul.
I had let myself get lost in the moment, but my eyes fluttered at the sound of a man coughing. Glancing over, Vinny in all his six-foot-eight glory, and greasy hair, wasn’t far from the table. Asshole .
I grinned then wrapped my legs around the burly biker and let my hands fall to the floor, holding myself steady, twerking my ass, which is what I was supposed to do. Get my junk in their face so they want to get a party room.
My dumb ass thought this club was like any other at first, and that party rooms meant private dances. But the only other club I’d worked at didn’t allow any penetration of any part of me, just a private dance where I’d lose the thong. Not here. Not Tony. Private meant anything private. Anything to make the customer happy.
Moving cities to get away from a crazy ex seemed like a good idea. Tony also seemed to take a liking to me. Again, dumbass . When would I learn to stop trusting smooth talking men?
I was in too deep once I realized what I’d gotten caught up in. Now I was desperate for a way out.
After another cough, I rolled my eyes and righted myself, then slinked off the man’s lap. His friends all clapped and I moved closer for them to tuck some bills into my thong.
I grabbed my clothes from the floor then leaned in to do my spiel. “So, big boy, wanna go to a party room?”
This felt so wrong. Well, all of this was wrong. But if I took him back there, he had to pay up…and I had to put out. Something about him paying me for it made me sicker than the usual men I had to deal with.
“No, darlin’. Not tonight.”
Vinny walked over and smiled. “Hey fellas. Having a good time? ”
Shit.
“Yeah, man. Decent place,” the guy who paid for the dance said.
“You fellas can all go to the party room if you like. Nice setup and you can have any booze you want. And Dixie here and some friends can keep you company,” he said with a wink.
The serious one stood, and the others followed. “Like he told the lady, not tonight. We gotta head out.” He shot a look at the hot guy and nodded to the door with his phone in his hand.
Vinny’s chest rose with a deep breath, but he kept his composure. “You’re missing out.”
The man who just had his face in my snatch leaned in and shoved some cash in my hand then whispered in my ear. “Nice tattoo, darlin’.”
A tremble ran down my spine and my eyes were glued to him as he walked away with his guys as I tied my top back on.
Before I could book it to the bathroom to organize myself and try to hide some of the cash they gave me, a huge hand grabbed me and hustled me back to the dressing room.
“Hey boss, she didn’t get a party room but those fuckers threw some serious cash at her.”
Turning with a hiss as he pushed me forward. I held back my tears. Not sad tears, but rage tears.
Tony put his hand out, forcing me to drop what I was holding, then pulled the bills from my thong. His eyes went wide. “And you didn’t go to a room?” he asked as he straightened the hundred-dollar bills.
Shit. There had to be a few grand there from one dance. I shook my head. Best to keep my mouth shut. But it would be my shitty luck that I got that much cash and couldn’t stash any of it. Goddammit .
“Who was it?” he asked as he pulled his drawer open and put all of my money in.
I shrugged, trying not to stare at the cash with longing. “Just some guys.”
“The bikers that were in. Didn’t stay long.”
Tony slowly looked up. “Oh yeah. Why?”
“They said they had to g— ”
He stood and walked around the desk as I tried to answer, rushing to me and got in my face. “Why did they come in just for a fucking lap dance and leave all this money?” The back of his hand connected with my jaw. My body twisted with the force, and I fell onto a chair, grabbing the arms to right myself as the searing heat crossed my face.
“I don’t know,” I gritted out when a hand grabbed the back of my neck and jerked me up.
“You fucking bitch! Are you snitching?” he shouted in my ear. Nobody would hear him over the music and if they did, they wouldn’t care.
“I don’t even know them. I’ve never seen them, Tony, I swear!” I pleaded as he shoved me back toward the chair.
“Get her back to the compound. Ice her face. She can’t get tips with a bruised mouth,” he barked the order at Vinny, his voice disgusted like it was my fault he just hit me.
Vinny grabbed me and escorted me out the back and into one of Tony’s cars.
Just perfect. That money could have gotten me closer to getting out. For now, I was stuck.