Amo knew better than to remark about how he was going to miss that one part about her.
“Please tell me you finally fucking kissed her in there?” When Vincent didn’t reply, Amo shook his head. “Fuck, man, that’s just not healthy.”
“I’m going to have to agree at this point,” Nero added.
He looked over at Lake’s legs and ass while she leaned over the bar as she picked up her drinks. “Don’t worry; she’s on her last few hours of being a virgin after she walked out looking like that.”
“I’m fucking shocked you’re letting her work like that,” Nero said.
“You two let your women run all over you.” Amo looked over at him. “Don’t you see it, man? Lake’s got you wrapped around her fucking finger.”
He might admit—only in his head—that he had been letting her get off easy, but Lake was special and worth trying to win over, no matter how blue his balls became.
“I’m gonna fucking remind you of that one day,” Nero spat at Amo.
“I will, too,” Vincent threw at him, as well.
Looking at a gloating Sadie across the room, his blood started to boil. “Excuse me. I need to go see the little bitch who thought it would be funny to put Lake in that outfit.”
“That bitch is crazy and will pimp-slap the shit out of you.” Amo finally got to laugh with Nero that time.
“What are you going to do?” Nero snickered.
“As far as you two know, it’s my fucking birthday,” Vincent said, walking away.
It was time to pull his daddy card on that bitch. Today is my motherfucking birthday.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
It Was Over When I Saw That Ninja Hand Of Yours Crawl Up Her Snatch
Lake was setting drinks down on the table when she noticed Sadie getting on the stage. Jeez, I have to watch another grope session. There were two birthdays just the day before, and she was pretty sure the pole dancers were getting tired of it.
“We’ve got a birthday boy. Come on up.” Sadie didn’t put much enthusiasm and sexiness in it like she usually did.
Lake practically shit a brick when Vincent got up on the stage.
Oh, fuck no. Oh, fuck no. Oh, fuck no. Oh, fuck no. Oh, fuck no. Oh, fuck no.
Sadie took his arm and nearly slammed him in the chair then practically bit her tongue while she talked. “Okay, honey, who’s it gonna be?”
She watched him scan the room until his eyes landed on her. Oh, fuck no.
Vincent nodded toward her.
Lake stood frozen in time. Fuck me.
Sadie came back over the microphone. “Lake, honey, come on up here.”
She could tell Sadie wasn’t any happier than her at the moment. Trying to remember to walk, she headed toward the stage but when she got to the step to enter it, she was sure she would faint.
Shit, I can’t do this! Sadie had taught her a few tricks in case she was ever picked. But I was never supposed to be picked!
“Let me help you, doll.” Amo grabbed her arm and pushed her up the stairs then onto the stage.
She looked back at his fucking smug face and gave him the look of death, promising him so much pain in the hopefully near future.
Slowly walking toward the chair, she wondered if it would be childish to refuse, but then she figured she would get fired and death would soon follow, anyway.
As she stood over Vincent, his eyes were full of hunger as he took her body in.
Sadie covered the microphone before she hastily whispered to him, “Keep those fucking hands to yourself, playboy.” Leaving the stage, she yelled, “Hit it!”
The room went pitch-black before a spotlight came on and music started pumping through the room.
Lake licked her dry lips, realizing it was show time whether she wanted it to be or not. She turned around to the dark room, unable to face his thirsty eyes until she hopefully grew more comfortable.
She tried to focus on the basic dance routine Sadie had showed her instead of the fact that everyone was watching her, and she was about to grind on Vincent.
The thought, it’s just dancing, and I love to dance, was how she managed to get her hips to move.
Shaking them, she started to slowly bend over until her ass was perfectly positioned in his face. Coming back up, she sat on his lap, rolling her hips over him as she leaned her back on his chest. She turned her head to the side so she could look at him then brought her arm back to run down the side of his face.
When Vincent’s more-than-pleased expression inched closer to her lips, Lake danced off his lap, feeling more confident. I’m going to at least make this painful for him.
She turned to face him and sashayed down to a squat with her face between his knees. Smiling up through her lashes at him, she placed her hands on his thighs and ran them up his body until she sat back on his lap, facing him that time.