Renegade Lady (Renegade Sons MC 1)(84)

I rush to the dressing room and pull out my schoolmarm get up.  I slide into my diamond thong and place apple shaped pasties over my nipples.  After wiggling into my knee length pencil skirt, I put on my white cardigan.  Finally, I step into a pair of red peep toe five inch heels and head to the makeup table.  
I put my hair into a bun, holding it in place with two pencils, and then do my eyes in dark greys and cover my lips in cherry red.  I grab a pair of the black framed glasses and pick up my ruler before heading to the side of the stage and making Skittles change the line-up.  The other girls are just going to have to wait.  I’m on next.  
A few minutes later, the first cords of Hot For Teacher by Van Halen starts to fill the air and I strut onto the stage.  As soon as I walk out, I pull the pencils from my hair and swing my head around, causing my hair to fan out behind me.  I walk to the front of the stage and see a few of the boys.  
“I know you’ve been a bad, bad boy, so I’m going to have to punish you,” I say as I bend over and tap Timber’s knuckles with the ruler.  
“I’ve been punished by you before, baby.  I liked every minute of it,” he shouts over the music.  
I smile towards him then turn to look at Reese.  I blow him a kiss then straighten up and walk back up the stage.  The cardigan goes, right before I slowly wiggle out of my skirt, and then grab onto the pole and start to spin.  
Before I even get to the chorus of the song, strong arms grab me from behind.  I’m thrown over a shoulder and hand comes down hard on my ass. I know instantly its Kidd. “What the fuck!” I yell.
Shit.  How in the hell did he get here this fast?  Someone had to have called him. Then, I remember passing Krista in the hall.  Guess grinding on my man wasn’t enough for her, she had to rat me out too.  That bitch and I will be having it out as soon as I can get the hell away from Kidd.
I hear the men all laughing at our little scene, and that just pisses me off even more. Kidd walks us down the hall and into my office. He tosses me onto the couch and starts pacing. “What the fuck?!” he yells. “I thought I said no fuckin’ dancing.”
I snort. “Yeah, just like I said for you not to have that bitch in your lap.  Looks like neither one of us knows how to listen.  Besides, I make lots of money dancin’, more money than me just managing shit.  You know I haven’t been working at the club for a while. How do you think I pay for the online classes I take?”
His eyes narrow and I realize what I just said. Shit, no one knows I’m taking business courses. It was something I did on my own.  Something I didn’t want anyone to know about.  At least not until I was done.  I want to be able to run things professionally and maybe open a few more places. Plus, I want to do something that will make Chipper proud.  Something that I know would have made Mindy proud.
“You’re in school?” he asks, sounding surprised.
I nod, “Yeah.  I decided to take some business courses, because I eventually want to open up a few more clubs around here. There’s not much to do in Big Clifty except go to the dive bar out on highway 52 or come to The Kitty Kat. Whenever people want to do anything but drink beer or watch girls take their clothes off, they have to drive all the way over to Kansas City.”
I stop talking for a second to think about what else I’d like to add around here.  “More importantly, we need a decent hair salon.  Maybe even a little spa.  The strippers and club girls alone would keep one busy.  We all hate having to drive all the way to Harrisonville or the city just to get our hair done.”
I continue on about my dreams for the town, and by the time I’m done, I tell him about every plan I’ve ever made in the last two years.  I look up and he’s staring at me like he’s never seen me before.  I start to feel a little self-conscious.  “What? You don’t think I can do it?”
Instead of answering, he bends down and places his lips on mine.  His arms tighten around me, and I hear the faint whisper of his voice as he says, “Baby girl, I am so fuckin’ proud of you.”
“What?” I whisper out.  I’m sure that I didn’t hear him right.  Wasn’t he was just pissed at me a few minutes ago?  He shouldn’t be telling me he’s proud of me now.  Fuck, I’m confused.
His head comes up, and he looks straight into my eyes. “I am so proud of you.  You wanted something, and you went after it.  You didn’t come to any of us for help, and instead just did what you had to do to make it happen.”