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“Jade is my real name,” I clarify. He’s not the first to ask me if it’s fake. He offers a nod, seeming to approve.
“How long have you been dancing?” he asks, throwing out another popular question.
“Here, only a few weeks. But I’ve been dancing since I was a kid,” I answer.
“I can tell. You sure know how to work that body,” he moves closer and his alcohol saturated breath hits my nose just as I feel his finger touch my bare thigh, running up over my skin. My back stiffens as goosebumps rise on my flesh.
“It’s nice of you to notice, but I’m going to have to ask you not to touch me, please,” I add in an attempt to keep it nice.
“Maybe we can go somewhere a little more private and you can work that hot body some more for me,” he suggests. I’ve done my share of lap dances out on the floor, and a couple private dances, but it’s easy to tell that he’s talking about more than just dancing.
“Sorry, that’s not one of the services I offer,” I grin back and he cocks an eyebrow.
“Oh, come on. I know you girls will do a little extra when the money is right,” he says, pulling out a stack of cash and setting it down in front of me on the bar.
I feel my stomach twist in response. I am not a prostitute just because I’m a dancer. If he only knew where I grew up, it would probably be enough for him to swallow his fucking tongue.
“Not all of us,” I breathe out in disgust before turning away and taking a large pull from the small straw swimming in my drink.
“Shit, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” his hand lands once again on my thigh, but this time I pull back.
“I said, don’t touch me,” I raise my voice.
“Hey, douchebag! Leave the girl alone,” a deep voice hollers from the end of the bar. Glancing into the shadows, I can only make out the dark outline of a very large frame.
“Fuck you, dude. Mind your own God damn business,” the kid throws back and the darkened figure is up in an instant.
“Do you wanna test me, you punk motherfucker?” he growls, causing the kid to pull his cash from the bar and flee quickly without another word.
“Thanks,” I offer, still slightly shocked as I take in the massive man now standing right beside me. He slides easily into the now empty seat and takes a long pull from the bottle clutched in his hand.
“No problem, sweetheart. I hate those rich fucking pricks who think they can use their money to buy anything and everything they want,” he spits out. My head feels light, but I manage to nod in agreement.
“I guess I must’ve missed one hell of a show. That kid seemed to really have a thing for you,” he chuckles softly beside me.
“I’m sure there are plenty of girls here who put on a much better performance,” I reply as his eyes travel slowly down over my body.
“I’m not so sure about that, sugar. You put on a pretty damn good show just sitting here,” he says and I feel my skin heat. Some guys really know how to play the game, and this guy definitely knows what he’s doing.
“When do you go on again?” he asks.
“Not until tomorrow night,” I reply and his eyes twinkle back at me.
“Then I guess I’ll be back tomorrow to grab a front row seat,” he grins and I can stop the laugh that tumbles past my lips as he tips back the rest of his beer.
“Jimmy, what do I owe you?” he questions, directing his attention towards the bar.
“Nothing, Shark,” Jimmy answers, waving his hand as if waving him away. “Your beer is on the house tonight. Thanks for taking care of that ass hat,” Jimmy tells him.
“Shit, I wish I could stick around a drink a few more, but duty calls,” he says slipping from his stool.
“Shark?” I question aloud.
“Yeah…” he looks at me, his eyebrows pinched together.
“Like the animal?” I ask, still feeling confused.
“Yup,” he chuckles, making a clear path towards the door without offering anything more. It’s only now that he’s standing that I notice the leather vest clinging tightly to his body. The back reveals some type of hooded figure, holding what looks to be a pitchfork along with the words reading LUCIFER’S SAVAGES MC ROCK HILL SC.