Hit the Spot
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The bouncer’s mouth slowly stretched into a grin, revealing a gold tooth among the rest.
“You need help escortin’ him out, let me know,” he said before stepping aside.
“Thank you. I’ll do that.”
Lifting back the curtain, I moved into a separate hallway that had private rooms on either side. Each door had a small window on it to see in, a security feature, I was guessing, and I peered in those windows as I searched for Jamie.
Men were sitting on long, black benches while topless women danced in their laps. I was willing to bet Jamie wasn’t far into his private show. If he got back here right before I arrived, his was probably just starting.
I was at my fourth door when movement caught my eye and turned my head.
A woman wearing a sequined bikini and spiked see-through heels was walking down the hallway in my direction. She stopped in front of a door, looked in the window, and reached to turn the knob.
“Wait,” I whispered, waving my hands and grabbing her attention. I ran up to her and peeked in the window.
Jamie was sitting on a bench seat with his arms over the back, stretched out and waiting.
Yes!
I turned to the woman. “Hi,” I said, keeping my voice down in case he could hear. “How much do you get paid for these private shows?”
She popped her hot pink gum.
“Three hundred.”
“You already get paid?”
“Honey, of course.” She laughed a little and waved her hand in the air. “I don’t trust some of these guys to buy the cow after getting the milk.”
I tilted my head. Huh. Not sure that was how that expression was supposed to be used, but okay.
“I’ll pay you five on top of the three you already got to let me go in there instead. How’s that sound?” I held out the bills I was offering.
Her eyes jumped between my face and the money, then stayed on the money when she grabbed it.
“Sounds like he’s all yours,” she said, balling the cash up in her hand.
“Oh, and there is a table of girls out there, one of them has short, spiky pink hair.” I handed her another hundred. “Give her some love, will you? It’s her birthday.”
The women flashed me a smile as she tucked the bills into her bra, saying, “You got it, honey.” Then she stepped away and headed back out into the main area, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor.
I turned my head after she disappeared and looked at Jamie through the window again.
His head was tipped back and his eyes were cast at the ceiling while his fingers tapped the back of the booth. He looked bored.
I smiled. Relax, Loser. The show is just about to start.
Chapter Eight
JAMIE
The door to the room I was in made a clicking noise, indicating it was opening. Finally. What the fuck?
I tipped my head down to get a look at this chick I’d been waiting on for a fucking minute, eyes already set in a glare ’cause I was bored and wondering where Tori was, if she was here and if she was wondering the same about me, when the object of my attention stepped inside the room and pulled the door shut behind her.
Pressure built in my chest. My back stiffened.
We locked eyes.
The fuck?
“Hey,” Tori whispered, then gave a shaky laugh and looked down, drawing all of her hair over one shoulder. “Uh, right, so I hope you weren’t expecting some big-breasted bimbo wearing pasties and an edible thong. I always found those to be uncomfortable.”
I cocked an eyebrow.
She started moving closer, still in her uniform and still making that shit work for her like she always did.
White shirt, tight across her tits. Shorts showing all that skin I wanted wrapped around me.
“The fuck is this?” I asked, frowning, looking between Tori’s face and the door behind her. “Did Quinn do this?” I met her eyes. “Are you mine?”
Tori froze a foot away, blinking at me. She didn’t speak. If she had a reason for coming in here, it looked like that reason just left her. She seemed lost.
“Legs,” I probed, when she kept with the staring and not speaking routine.
“Mm?”
“What are you doin’ in here, babe?”
I had no fucking idea what was going on, but unless Tori wanted to watch some chick grind all over me, she needed to get what she came for and step out.
She wet her lips. I watched her neck work with a swallow.
“You showed me your dick,” she stated.
I felt my mouth twitch. Fuck yeah. Breathing a laugh, I relaxed back onto the bench, arms spread behind me and hands gripping the black leather cushion. I tipped my head to the side. “See that impression is stickin’,” I said. “What’s that got to do with this?”
“You showed me your dick after I flashed you. That was your move.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. What the fuck was she getting at?
Tori smiled. Her sin-colored lips stretching slow. “This is mine,” she said, lifting her shoulders as if this shit she was declaring wasn’t a big deal, which it sure as fuck was.
This is hers … Oh, fuck me.
Fuck. Me.
Tori moved closer. Whatever smirk I was wearing pulled from my mouth. That pressure built again, in my chest and lower. I shifted on the bench.
“Legs,” I warned, my voice vibrating in my throat as I watched her walk toward me. “What’d I say about takin’ this shit places you can handle? Did you think this through?”
I was willing to bet she didn’t. If she had and knew how this could play out, with her bent over and me buried deep, she wouldn’t be back here.
“Shh.” Tori stopped in front of my knees. “If we talk, I won’t go through with this,” she admitted, sounding anxious. “And I doubt you’d be chattin’ up the girl who was supposed to be in here, so quit it. Just sit there. Shut up. And keep your hands to yourself.”
“You know what you’re doin’?” I asked, looking up at her. “’Cause in this room I’m allowed to touch, babe. Rules are out there.” I tipped my chin at the door, keeping her gaze. “Not in here. In here, I’m participatin’. You don’t like that deal, you better quit now and think of another move, ’cause the second you start takin’ shit off, Legs, I’m on you.”
“Then I guess I don’t need to worry,” Tori shot back, speaking with confidence and smiling again.
The fuck did that mean? My brow tightened. “Say again?”
“I don’t need to worry ’cause I’m not taking anything off, meaning you won’t be on me. I’m just dancing.”
I stared at her for a beat. Then a laugh rumbled in my chest as I thought about how fucked she was.
“What?” she asked, tilting her head all cute. “This is a really good move.”
“I know it is. I ain’t laughing ’cause of that.”
“Then why are you laughing?” She brought her hands to her hips and studied me, looking on the verge of an attitude. Her eyes narrowed. “If you think I need to take my clothes off to win this bet, then you are mistaken, Jamie McCade. I know how you feel about me in this uniform. This is gonna kill you.”
“Legs, hate to tell you this, but you’re wrong, babe. You gotta worry.”
“You need help escortin’ him out, let me know,” he said before stepping aside.
“Thank you. I’ll do that.”
Lifting back the curtain, I moved into a separate hallway that had private rooms on either side. Each door had a small window on it to see in, a security feature, I was guessing, and I peered in those windows as I searched for Jamie.
Men were sitting on long, black benches while topless women danced in their laps. I was willing to bet Jamie wasn’t far into his private show. If he got back here right before I arrived, his was probably just starting.
I was at my fourth door when movement caught my eye and turned my head.
A woman wearing a sequined bikini and spiked see-through heels was walking down the hallway in my direction. She stopped in front of a door, looked in the window, and reached to turn the knob.
“Wait,” I whispered, waving my hands and grabbing her attention. I ran up to her and peeked in the window.
Jamie was sitting on a bench seat with his arms over the back, stretched out and waiting.
Yes!
I turned to the woman. “Hi,” I said, keeping my voice down in case he could hear. “How much do you get paid for these private shows?”
She popped her hot pink gum.
“Three hundred.”
“You already get paid?”
“Honey, of course.” She laughed a little and waved her hand in the air. “I don’t trust some of these guys to buy the cow after getting the milk.”
I tilted my head. Huh. Not sure that was how that expression was supposed to be used, but okay.
“I’ll pay you five on top of the three you already got to let me go in there instead. How’s that sound?” I held out the bills I was offering.
Her eyes jumped between my face and the money, then stayed on the money when she grabbed it.
“Sounds like he’s all yours,” she said, balling the cash up in her hand.
“Oh, and there is a table of girls out there, one of them has short, spiky pink hair.” I handed her another hundred. “Give her some love, will you? It’s her birthday.”
The women flashed me a smile as she tucked the bills into her bra, saying, “You got it, honey.” Then she stepped away and headed back out into the main area, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor.
I turned my head after she disappeared and looked at Jamie through the window again.
His head was tipped back and his eyes were cast at the ceiling while his fingers tapped the back of the booth. He looked bored.
I smiled. Relax, Loser. The show is just about to start.
Chapter Eight
JAMIE
The door to the room I was in made a clicking noise, indicating it was opening. Finally. What the fuck?
I tipped my head down to get a look at this chick I’d been waiting on for a fucking minute, eyes already set in a glare ’cause I was bored and wondering where Tori was, if she was here and if she was wondering the same about me, when the object of my attention stepped inside the room and pulled the door shut behind her.
Pressure built in my chest. My back stiffened.
We locked eyes.
The fuck?
“Hey,” Tori whispered, then gave a shaky laugh and looked down, drawing all of her hair over one shoulder. “Uh, right, so I hope you weren’t expecting some big-breasted bimbo wearing pasties and an edible thong. I always found those to be uncomfortable.”
I cocked an eyebrow.
She started moving closer, still in her uniform and still making that shit work for her like she always did.
White shirt, tight across her tits. Shorts showing all that skin I wanted wrapped around me.
“The fuck is this?” I asked, frowning, looking between Tori’s face and the door behind her. “Did Quinn do this?” I met her eyes. “Are you mine?”
Tori froze a foot away, blinking at me. She didn’t speak. If she had a reason for coming in here, it looked like that reason just left her. She seemed lost.
“Legs,” I probed, when she kept with the staring and not speaking routine.
“Mm?”
“What are you doin’ in here, babe?”
I had no fucking idea what was going on, but unless Tori wanted to watch some chick grind all over me, she needed to get what she came for and step out.
She wet her lips. I watched her neck work with a swallow.
“You showed me your dick,” she stated.
I felt my mouth twitch. Fuck yeah. Breathing a laugh, I relaxed back onto the bench, arms spread behind me and hands gripping the black leather cushion. I tipped my head to the side. “See that impression is stickin’,” I said. “What’s that got to do with this?”
“You showed me your dick after I flashed you. That was your move.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. What the fuck was she getting at?
Tori smiled. Her sin-colored lips stretching slow. “This is mine,” she said, lifting her shoulders as if this shit she was declaring wasn’t a big deal, which it sure as fuck was.
This is hers … Oh, fuck me.
Fuck. Me.
Tori moved closer. Whatever smirk I was wearing pulled from my mouth. That pressure built again, in my chest and lower. I shifted on the bench.
“Legs,” I warned, my voice vibrating in my throat as I watched her walk toward me. “What’d I say about takin’ this shit places you can handle? Did you think this through?”
I was willing to bet she didn’t. If she had and knew how this could play out, with her bent over and me buried deep, she wouldn’t be back here.
“Shh.” Tori stopped in front of my knees. “If we talk, I won’t go through with this,” she admitted, sounding anxious. “And I doubt you’d be chattin’ up the girl who was supposed to be in here, so quit it. Just sit there. Shut up. And keep your hands to yourself.”
“You know what you’re doin’?” I asked, looking up at her. “’Cause in this room I’m allowed to touch, babe. Rules are out there.” I tipped my chin at the door, keeping her gaze. “Not in here. In here, I’m participatin’. You don’t like that deal, you better quit now and think of another move, ’cause the second you start takin’ shit off, Legs, I’m on you.”
“Then I guess I don’t need to worry,” Tori shot back, speaking with confidence and smiling again.
The fuck did that mean? My brow tightened. “Say again?”
“I don’t need to worry ’cause I’m not taking anything off, meaning you won’t be on me. I’m just dancing.”
I stared at her for a beat. Then a laugh rumbled in my chest as I thought about how fucked she was.
“What?” she asked, tilting her head all cute. “This is a really good move.”
“I know it is. I ain’t laughing ’cause of that.”
“Then why are you laughing?” She brought her hands to her hips and studied me, looking on the verge of an attitude. Her eyes narrowed. “If you think I need to take my clothes off to win this bet, then you are mistaken, Jamie McCade. I know how you feel about me in this uniform. This is gonna kill you.”
“Legs, hate to tell you this, but you’re wrong, babe. You gotta worry.”
