Page 68 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Walking out the door twenty minutes behind schedule was not a great start to my evening. Leroy had been on my case my entire shift. His bitchy attitude was nothing new but after my brush with the barbie bitches, I was not in the mood for his bullshit.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air while looking down the sidewalk, I decided to splurge and take a taxi to the Tasty Twister. As it was, I’d barely have time to get there and get dressed for my first set. When I caught sight of a bright red cab, I rolled my eyes. Of fucking course, cause my day couldn’t get any worse.

Reluctantly getting in the back seat, I prepared myself for a lecture.

“Hello, Lorelei. I haven’t seen you in church for a while,” Sue said over her shoulder. “I know you have a lot of repenting to do, so I keep saving you a spot.”

Sue was our town’s version of Billy Graham. Her mission in life was to save as many of us sinners as she could before it was her turn to join her Lord and Saviour. She’d been trying to save my immortal soul for as long as I could remember.

“Hi, Sue. I need to get to Tasty’s as soon as possible. Could we hurry this along?” I sighed heavily, leaning my head against the seat. “Please.”

“There’s always time to do the Lord’s work, child. And how many times do I have to remind you that God will provide if you’d just turn from your sinful ways? God will take care of you if you’d just look for good, honest work.”

“Sue,” I growled out. “I’m sorry that my job isn’t up to snuff with the big guy, but I don’t have time for a sermon. Please, please just drive the car.”

“Hmph.” Sue thankfully put the car in drive and headed toward the club. “If you would just join us next Sunday–”

“I work Sunday mornings, Sue,” I reminded her for the thousandth time. “Just like every other morning.”

“Blasphemy. Someone should shut down that rattrap motel. Why, I heard they had ladies of the night renting rooms by the hour.” As she spoke, Sue’s voice rose several octaves, her outrage clear.

“They pay me on time. That’s all I care about.” When the car came to a stop at the front of the club, I handed over more than enough to cover the fare. “Thanks, Sue. I gotta run.” Not waiting for a reply, I jumped out of the car.

After slamming the door, I ran down the alley and threw open the side door. A quick jog down the stairs and I’d made it to our crappy dressing room. Elisha, the server that I enjoyed visiting with on breaks, was fixing her makeup in a mirror.

“Hey, there you are. I thought for sure I’d have to cover for you with the boss man,” Elisha said.

“Leroy was in a mood,” I explained, while rummaging through my bag for my first costume. Everything I wore at the club was black and gave off dominatrix vibes.

“Oh shit, girl. Look at your knees. What the hell happened?” She pointed to the scabs. At least I’d had time to wipe the blood off in between orders at Leroy’s.

“I’ll tell you about it later.” I stripped off my street clothes and yanked on my G-string followed by a tiny skirt. It could have passed for a belt. “I’ll wear my tall boots all night.”

“Good idea. I gotta go. Hurry it up, or boss man will be up your ass,” she said over her shoulder.

After throwing on a bikini top, I sat down in front of the mirror and applied my makeup. Dark, smoky eyes, bright red lipstick, some blush. I released my hair from its bun and shook it out before spraying the crap out of it with sea salt spray and fluffing it up. Last, I pulled on the black vinyl thigh-high boots that I hated, but men loved. It would have to fucking do.

I hated this fucking place, but what other job was I supposed to get that would pay enough to cover all the debt, first from my mom, then what Brad had saddled me with? I plastered a fake smile on my face and headed up the stairs.

Chapter Two

“Next up you’re in for a real treat. Welcome Electra Blaze to the stage! Dollar bills. Dollar bills. This girl’s worth all those greenbacks. I want to see it rain in here for the one, the only Electra Blaze,” DJ Tracks hollered into the mike.

When the bass started pumping, I sauntered on stage, hips rolling and ass popping to grab onto the pole and went to work. Stripping might sound like an easy way to make some dough, but let me tell you, it was hard fucking work. Some girls thought it was enough to strut around naked, but that was just pure laziness. If you wanted to earn, you had to work the pole and work the pole I did. I owned that bitch.

While hanging upside down, I scanned the crowded room, noting where my regulars were sitting. They were the ones that would pay the most, so when I did my drive by, I always paid them extra attention.

Dropping to the floor, I swayed to the music and ripped off my skirt. Turning around, I shook my ass, then ground against the pole. Reaching behind me, I pulled the string holding my topon and let it fall to the ground. Covering my breasts, I turned back toward the crowd with a sly smile on my face.

I strutted my way across the floor and dropped my hands when I neared Rob, one of my biggest fans. When he held out a bill, I turned so he could tuck it into my G-string. He was always respectful and never tried to cop a feel, unlike a lot of the other patrons. As I spun away, I released the clasps on my G-string and whipped it off. Bending at the waist with legs spread wide, I gave Rob one hell of a show.

I threw him a dazzling smile before moving on. My feet were killing me, and I was going over what I had left for groceries when I made eye contact with Mike, Sandy’s husband. I hadn’t been kidding when I told the barbie bitches their husbands tried to get into my G-string on the regular. Hell, Mike had even offered to pay for it. Perve.

It was tempting to ignore his signal to come over, but I knew the boss man was watching. The little shit always watched my performances. When I got close, Mike leaned forward. “Come talk to me when you’re finished.” He tossed a bill on the floor and turned back to his rich friends.

Fuck. I knew that stupid cunt was going to cause trouble for me. After I finished my set, albeit with less enthusiasm than usual, I scooped up the toonies, loonies and bills that littered the stage before heading back downstairs.

My mind whirled. If he wanted to make trouble for me, why hadn’t Mike sicced the cops on me?

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