Page 66 of The Bitter Rival

Almost immediately, I see my tribe jumping up and down at the end of the stage. To their right sits Nick with a huge smile on his face. To his right sits one Sebastian Lee. He’s deep into his phone, paying no attention to what’s happening around him.Is he texting someone for a hook-up later?

My eyes connect with Katarina, who’s waving her hands about like she’s trying to land a jet plane. I’m sure she’s trying to get me back on track. I slowly walk forward, swinging my hips as we practiced. I’d like to think I look sexy, but my knees feel like they’re still knocking together. My eyes trail back over to Sebastian, who’s still deep into his phone. Enough of this, I’ll spend the whole dang song doing this if I don’t focus on Kat and the girls.

I watch Kat and the girls and start to relax a bit. The moves we practiced start to come back like second nature, and I feel myself swing a little more provocatively, the crowd around me cheering in response. I hate to say it, but Crystal was right. It’s electric to think these men are all focused on me with rapt applause. Feeding on this, I’m able to get into the act more.

Feeling a little daring, I recall what Kat had said. Focus on someone in the crowd. I turn to a male about my age who’s standing to the left of the stage. The song is at a part of the chorus where I can improvise a little. Grabbing his tie, I bend at my hips, so my ass is on full display and reach over to muss his hair. Holy shit, the smile this guy’s giving me.

It’s about this time that I turn my head to the side and notice Sebastian has looked up from his phone and is staring at my ass. There’s a perplexing look on his face. Has he not figured out it’s me? Deciding to go all in, I throw caution to the wind and shake my backside briefly before standing to my full height.

As I turn toward the crowd, there’s no mistaking who’s dancing on this stage now. It’s all but confirmed as steam practically pores from his ears as he mouths, “What. The. Fuck?”

CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE

Sebastian

“What. The. Fuck?”

Gathering my senses, I take in the crowd. They’re all on their feet, clapping and throwing money at Isabella while that Demi Lovato song plays loudly overhead. To my right, I see Katarina and two other girls on their feet, jumping up and down. This has Kat written all over it. But, how on earth did my good girl get roped into this? My eyes flick beside me to Nick. He’s wearing a shit-eating grin that covers every square inch of his face.Jesus. Why should it bother me he’s looking at her dancing in that outfit when every other guy here is ogling her?

I’m so fucking pissed right now. It’s all I can do to stay in this damn seat. But I’m not leaving her here with this den of vipers, even if Nick and Kat are here with her. Hell, I’m certain they got her into this mess in the first place.

Looking back at her, I find her on all fours in front of a man holding a bill out to her.What the ever-loving hell? Is she…I watch as the man folds it in half and tucks it between her tits. She’s squeezing them together with her arms, the globes elevated above her black corset, those stupid gold stars barely covering her nipples.I swear to God if I get my hands on her…

Isabella raises to her full height, keeping her arms crossed in front of her, accentuating her breasts. Dipping her chin to her chest, I watch in amazement as she retrieves the bill with her teeth before plucking it in my direction. She haughtily turns and starts to shimmy that perky little ass up the catwalk.

With her back to the crowd, she starts to drop her leather jacket behind her. Shifting in my seat, I feel like a cougar ready to pounce. There’s only a tiny bit of black corset seen along with that see-through thing as she drops the jacket lower. Abruptly, the jacket returns to her shoulders.Thank fuck.The music seems to be building to a high point when suddenly, Isabella’s right arm is fully extended, her corset dangling from her fingers.

The crowd goes wild. I’m apparently on my feet without thinking when Nick places his hand on my shoulder, pulling me down to my chair with a thud. Giving him the ‘what the hell’ look, he just shakes his head and points to the stage.I’m hanging by a fucking thread here.

It’s about this time, Isabella’s face turns to the side, her back still to the audience, and she mouths the words to the song. Our eyes connect as she repeats the words, “You had me underrated.” Quickly, she spins around and rips her jacket open, revealing nothing but a pair of tiny black hot pants and that fucking see-through thing, her glorious tits covered in only the tiniest pieces of gold, shiny fabric. The entire crowd is on their feet, screaming for her.

That’s it!Before I can think better of it, I’ve catapulted onto the stage and charged at her, dipping my right shoulder enough to scoop her tiny, lush body over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry. I make it about four steps down the catwalk toward the back of the club before smacking her ass.I’m proud of myself. That’s three steps more than I anticipated.

“Ouch!” I hear yelled above me.

“Shut it, GG,” I shout. I’ve got to get her the hell out of here. Thank god, I’d been texting Charlie to meet me out front. There was zero interest in watching this show. I had no idea why Nick dragged me to this place until Miss hot pants showed up on stage. Little did I know how quick an exit I really needed to make.

As I plow through the back door, the cool night air hits me, and I realize her legs and backside must be cold, given how little she’s wearing. I reach up and smack her other ass cheek as I walk to the town car.

“Ouch!”

“Just trying to keep your ass warm,” I snarl.

Charlie jumps quickly from his seat to come around to the back door. Something tells me this is to get a better glimpse of what kind of madness I’ve gotten myself into. I toss Bella into the back seat before he can get a good look at her attire, or lack thereof.

“Where to, sir?”

Hell, he thinks I picked up a random stripper? Really? “Home, Charlie.”

He gives me a look of total confusion as I slide into the seat beside my tiny dancer and shut the door. She’s lying on her side, looking a little nervous. She should be.

Looking forward momentarily, I see the moment Charlie has figured out who’s in the car with me. He still looks puzzled, but I can see the relief washing over his face.No, I haven’t started bringing strippers home.Reaching for the button that controls the privacy screen, I raise it before looking back down at my dream girl gone wild.What am I going to do with you?

“You want to be a bad girl?” Slowly, I unbuckle my belt, needing the full effect. I slide the length of it dramatically from the loops of my suit pants and watch as her eyes widen. I’ve never taken this girl for being into any type of BDSM beyond spanking. I have no intention of marring that beautiful porcelain skin, but she doesn’t need to know that.

She visibly gulps as she watches intently.

“On your knees, GG.”

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