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For the first time, he was praying he’d find Shakara inside the strip club, his sole clue to her whereabouts. Chapter Twenty-Two Shakara gazed at her reflection, her skin layered to perfection with too much makeup. She dabbed a bit of gloss on her lips. “Shakara girl, we missed you.” A petite blonde called out, sticking two flower-shaped pasties on her nipples. Can’t say the same, Shakara thought. A sharp smack echoed on her ass and Shakara jumped, relaxing her stance at the sight of her attacker walking completely nude in the dressing room. “Lost some of that thickness too.” Shakara smiled. “Yeah, and I keep telling you I don’t swing that way, Pepper.” The light-skinned woman laughed and swung her arms around Shakara. “Aw, you know I’m just messing with you. The men loved that big booty of yours. You better eat up girl or you’re gonna lose out on your customers.” Shakara forced a grin. “I’m more focused on not breaking my ass if I fall off that pole tonight. Haven’t used one in awhile.” “You’re a pro. You’ll get the hang of it in no time,” the blonde chimed in. “Keep those titties bouncing and you’ll be alright. Isn’t that right, Pepper?” Shakara groaned in silence at the two snickering women. She liked them both. Pepper was a single mother to an adorable little girl. The woman was also bisexual and made it a point to flirt with her whenever possible. Lara, the blonde, was an aspiring actress, saving up to move to Los Angeles. She began working at the club a few weeks before Shakara quit to take the waitressing position. Anger simmered in her at the reminder of the restaurant and the underhanded way Ronny screwed her and the other waitresses out of their last paycheck. If it wasn’t for him, she might have been able to put a deposit down on an apartment instead of having to sleep in her car tonight. Asshole. The music stopped and her palms misted with sweat. What she wouldn’t give for some liquid courage, but in the totally nude club alcohol was prohibited. This was her first dance of the night, enabling her to wear the sheer mini bra, which covered her nipples, along with G-string underwear. Later tonight she’d have to take it all off and work the stripper pole. Her legs trembled at the start of the music. You’ve done it before. Pretend you’re dancing for him. It’s only you and him. o one else in the place. She let out a breath, willing her mind to see only Cade. Shakara strutted onto the stage, her hips gyrating to the bass in the music. Looking out toward the floor, her lips widened into a sensual line directed at the wallets of each of the men in the room. She bent her knees and dipped to the floor, her back arching, rounding out the beat as she crawled on all fours to the edge of the stage. A teenage boy whistled, then shot out his hand to grab her breasts. Shakara kept her smile while moving away from the horny teenager. The boy grinned and placed two bills on the lit stage. She switched her gaze across the room to expand her target customers and her heart plummeted, wishing the ground would open and swallow her. Sitting in a corner beside a tacky purple and red lava lamp was Cade. Her step faltered but she bounced back into the rhythm, her eyes refusing to look away. He stared at her, a mixture of bewilderment and disgust on his face. Her chest felt heavy, making it hard to breathe. Shakara tore her eyes away, begging the music to stop. Luckily it ended. Spinning around, she dashed for the dressing room. She didn’t care that her money lay scattered on the stage or that she needed to work the floor selling lap dances and cheap talk. Cade had seen her at her worst and the look on his face said it all. **** Cade’s hands curled around the frame of the metal chair as he fought for restraint. He was forced to watch the men, one after the other, scamper to the stage, peering at her body, while throwing their cash at her. Nothing pissed him off more than the audacity of the teenage boy. If Shakara had allowed him to stroke her thigh, he would have lost it, walking out of the club—after doing some damage to the kid. As for Shakara, he’d simply wait for her outside the club then [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |