Chapter 3
STYXX
“Harvester, brother, you’ve kept these girls hidden from everyone when it comes to their performance, why?” Ghost demands, laughing from across the table.
“You’ll see why in a few, Ghost,” Harvester mutters as the DJ queues up a fast-paced pulsing jam that was giving me a headache.
Two strippers were up on stage doing their thing. What they weren’t doing was obtaining my attention. I pull my phone out for the third time to check to see if Josephine messaged me in the thirty minutes we’ve been here, and find she hasn’t.
“Styxx, you gotta chill,” Scythe mutters. “You know my woman isn’t gonna let anything happen to her niece.”
“Yeah,” I grunt, shoving my phone back in my pocket and leaning back in my seat. “I know she’s in good hands. I just don’t like leaving her.”
“Spoken like a true dad,” Reaper grouses. “When the twins were born, it killed to leave Ivy alone with them. No, it’s not the same being a single parent, but regardless, leaving your kid for any length of time isn’t easy. With the twins older, Ivy’s pregnant again, and I’m not ready for it.”
“She having twins again?” Angel asks, chuckling.
“I hope like fuck she’s not,” Reaper snaps, glaring at his VP and blood brother. “Don’t even think that shit, Angel. Love my son and daughter, but one will fuckin’ do. Hell, I’m thinking about getting the damn surgery to keep from knocking Ivy up anymore.”
When it comes to Ivy, Reaper was a force to be reckoned with. You did not fuck with his ol’ lady without him losing his mind.
“Can we not talk about his shit when we’re here for the grand opening?” Harvester clips out. “Mean no disrespect, Prez, but I don’t want to hear about you and your dick right now. Not when the show’s about to start.”
“Thought the show already started,” Cerberus grunts, not looking up from his phone.
“Nope, these girls are just the ones who are up between my girls dancing and, brother, you’re about to get to see Temptation at her finest.”
“Temptation?” Diablo chuckles. “You seriously got a girl named after the strip club?”
“Fuck you.” Harvester grunts. “I’m the one that changed her damn stripper name because she is the best goddamn dancer I’ve ever seen, and the fuck of it is she worked over at Hellfire Dancers before coming to this one.”
Before I could speak up, asking him which girl he was talking about, the lights changed, and the girls dancing moved off the stage.
This strip joint is definitely different from the others.
Throughout the night, at certain times, different dancers go on stage.
At those times, the attention is strictly on the one girl while she’s dancing.
The strippers who aren’t dancing can mingle in the crowd, offer lap dances, but they weren’t allowed in the VIP section unless invited by those who rented it out for the night.
Tonight, we held the VIP section, and considering the majority of my brothers had women, I doubted the rest of my brothers would invite any of them up. Besides, we had a rule within the club, no fucking the staff.
The seductive tune starts playing as the lights go out completely, and a pink light hits the stage.
The drapes I knew we ordered as a prop for the stage moves, a woman spins in them, dancing, twirling downward from the top, making her way down until her heeled feet touch the stage.
The whole way, she’s making it look sexy as fuck in the black lace.
Fuck.
I don’t think I’ve seen any of the dancers move like she’s moving.
The song is what she’s moving to, it suits her. She’s surely a night temptress as the song calls her, and she hasn’t even touched the pole yet. Within the lighting, she moves, falling to her knees, swirling her hips, pushing her tits out.
For the first time in months, my cock jerks to attention. It wants to make me hers, as the damn lyrics speak of. It wants to be her prey and have her leave me blind.
Damn.
Fuck me.
She’s got my attention like no one else ever has.
This is not good. I’m not some weak fucker that will break, yet I want nothing more than to slide inside her.
The first song ends with her curling her hand around the pole, and there’s a pause before the second one starts up with the first words being ‘I like me a freak’.
“Fuck, Harvester,” Ghost growls. “You looking to have a riot over this girl?”
My thoughts exactly.
The woman works her way up the pole, locks her legs around it, lets go, and arches her back, falling.
Her top drops off, and it doesn’t even look like she removed it herself.
The way she plants her back against the pole, grips it, her legs let go, and she makes the effort it takes her to do this look easy as she flips off and spreads her legs wide.
The crowd goes nuts before she makes it back down to the stage and finishes out the dance by cupping her tits in her hands, pushing the perk breasts together.
She barely gives the audience a look before turning her back.
Her long strawberry blonde hair is whipping around, and shewaltzes back to the drapes where she grips them, twirling her leg around one, then the other as a third song starts up.
By the time she finishes this one, dancing to a song talking about her body gasping to a lover’s touch and her innocence lost, my cock is hard enough to pound nails. My zipper is imprinting itself on the thick shaft.
Once the lights go off the woman, and she disappears, I slowly blink and look around to my brothers. Even the ones who have ol’ ladies had been consumed by the dance that woman just gave us all.
Harvester chuckles and turns his attention to us. “And that right there is why she’s dubbed Temptation.”
“She’s more than fuckin’ temptation,” Azrael grunts, shifting in his seat.
“I think after that, I’m heading back to the clubhouse and fuckin’ my woman,” Tombstone mutters.
“It wasn’t even the woman herself, it was the way she moved that got me,” Scythe adds, looking to me.
“It was the woman.” Why the fuck did I say that?
The woman herself was all that dance, and I want nothing more than to find her and bend her over my knees to feel that flesh of her sweet ass in my hands. I wanted my prints to brighten her ass cheeks. I wanted her pussy clenching around my fingers and my cock while I make her beg for . . .
Stop right there. There’s no reason to go down that rabbit hole of thoughts.
Harvester looks at me with a tilt of his head. “You know she’s your neighbor, right?”
“What?” I straighten in my seat, my hand tightening around my beer bottle.
“Yeah, she moved into the house next door to you. I’m the one who told her about the house when I found out she was looking for a place.”
Well, shit.
Fuck.
She was one of the two sisters.
I hadn’t gotten a good look at the girls who’d been moving in, but I also hadn’t gone and introduced myself either. The houses were far enough apart that there was still space between them. Again, a good reason to invest in the three properties.
This was not good.
I don’t need the temptation of such . . . I’m not even sure there’s a word that fully describes what I just witnessed with her on stage. “I saw them move in, but I didn’t pay much attention. I was taking care of Eabha.”
Yeah, that’s exactly what I was doing, taking care of my daughter and nephew.
But it’s not going to be easy to push the thoughts of my neighbor out of my head now that I know she’s right next door and can move like I just witnessed. More, I’ll be wondering if her body looks so good up close as it does from where I’m sitting now.
The next dancer gets up on stage, and she’s good, but nothing compared to Temptation.
All I can see is her dancing, and it just pisses me the fuck off because I sure as fuck don’t understand how one dance and she’s already worked her way under my skin.
I don’t even remember her name from when I did the background check.
I’m going to have to do something about pushing her out. Maybe when I get back to the clubhouse, I’ll take one of the PPs and have them suck me off before I head to my room.
Yeah, that’s exactly what I’ll do, I tell myself, but my cock seems to have other ideas. I don’t care, it wasn’t going to get what it wanted. Not when it came to such temptation.