Chapter 4 #2
“Okay.” He nods his head in agreement as the crazy behind his eyes fades. Loosening his hold in my hair, he presses his lips against mine so tenderly that you’d never know a monster, my monster, lived just below the surface.
“I have to get ready to work,” I remind him, in no hurry to move as I’m wrapping my arms around his middle and laying my head against his chest.
“Yeah,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around my neck and swaying me side to side, making me giggle.
“You good?” he asks, brushing his lips against my hair.
“Perfect, babe,” I reassure him.
“Yeah, you are.”
Releasing his hold, he steps back, and I’m honestly surprised to still see Draven staring back at me.
This is usually when Viper the jerk kicks in and he starts to get weird.
Maybe things are changing more than I thought.
Rising onto my toes, I press a quick kiss on his lips and move around him to the door.
“Kierra?” he calls after me.
“Yeah?” I stall, looking over my shoulder.
He stares for a long moment before shaking his head and saying, “Nothing, baby. Go get ready for work.”
“Ok.” Smiling, I blow him a kiss and head out the door.
Walking into the dressing room, I find all the girls already in different stages of getting into character.
Most of us must step into character in order to do what we do.
Sitting down at my table, I flick on the power to my hot tools and start applying the layers of war paint that create Vixen’s mask.
Forty minutes later, my hair is big and bouncy, and my make-up is fresh and perfect.
Looking over my costumes, I decide on a purple sequined G-string and matching corset that zips open to reveal plenty of cleavage.
I untie my robe and drape it over my chair so I can dress and slide on my silver stilettos.
“Just looked at the schedule. It looks like you’re on drink duty tonight.
What’d you do to piss the boss man off?” Lola asks.
Frowning, I look at her not knowing what she’s talking about.
I should have three sets tonight. Spritzing on some perfume, I turn on my heels and head up front to look over the schedule that’s kept behind the bar.
“Hey, Savior? Lola said I wasn’t on the schedule to dance tonight. Did something change?” I ask when I see the club’s manager behind the bar.
“Prez said to take you off, so I took you off. Sorry, Vixen. Just following orders,” he apologizes.
It’s not that I mind being on drink duty, selling booze to the clientele here is not a hard task.
It’s just that when they get drunk and horny, they get handsy too.
Even during lap dances, customers are supposed to keep their hands to themselves.
But it never fails, there is almost always some sort of incident where someone gets hauled out of here because he couldn’t take no for an answer.
Not something I’m looking forward to dealing with tonight.
A few hours later, I feel him before I see him. Looking around I spot Viper and his motley crew heading upstairs to their VIP section.
“Vixen! Head upstairs to VIP-one,” I hear Savior yell from the bar. Looks like this is why I was pulled from the line-up tonight.
Climbing the stairs, I walk over to the bar and fix a round of Patrón shots and set them on a tray with a dozen bottles of Bud.
I lock eyes with Viper as I carry over their drinks and hand them out.
He watches my every move as I round the table to where he’s sitting in the corner.
Leaning down, I whisper into his ear, “You’re on my shit list, and you’re going to make it up to me. ”
Straddling his lap, I grab his shot and toss it into my mouth, before slamming my lips on his and letting him drink the tequila from my mouth. Pecking my lips two more times, he pulls his head back and smirks, “Is that right? What do you want as payback, Vixen?”
“You. Just you,” I breathe, brushing my thumb across his lips.
“Already have me, babe,” he states before biting my finger.
“Yeah, sometimes.”
“Better than nothing, Kierra. Gotta cut me some fucking slack here.”
“If I didn’t love you, I swear I’d tell you to fuck right off, Draven Solis. Sometimes you’re such an asshole,” I growl.
“What the fuck did you just say?” he asks, squeezing me tightly against his chest.
“You heard me. I called you an assho—“
“Before that,” he snaps, interrupting me.
“What? That you could fuck off? Look, you pissed me off. You know I get ma—”
“Before that, Kierra. You said you loved me.” Thinking over what I said, I guess I did say the words out loud, but he’s got to know how I feel about him. I mean, I put up with a hell of a lot of shit from him, if that doesn’t prove my devotion, I don’t know what does.
“Yeah, and? You know how I feel about you… Don’t you?” I ask him, wondering if maybe I was wrong in assuming he did in fact know.
“No, I didn’t. But I do now. Love me, baby?” he quietly asks, wrapping me up in his big strong arms and holding me close.
“Yeah, babe. I love you,” I answer, relaxing into his hold.
“I’d love you too if you’d let her go so we can get another round of shots.” The clown from earlier today pops our bubble and before my very eyes, Viper comes to the forefront.