Page 9 of Savage
Dar moved right next to him. If I didn’t hold him back, we really would be kicked out. As much as they hated me having to come here and dance, it was the best and last option we had. I always made enough for us to get by until Calvin found a better job.
“I meant all three of you.”
“What?” I said, pulling back to stare up at him. He couldn’t be serious. He had to be some kind of figment of my imagination, but the guys were seeing him too.
Calvin gawked at him, and Dar looked just as perplexed as I felt.
“We don’t do that,” Calvin said. He recovered from the slight shock and went to pull me away.
I swallowed a whimper as the man’s hands left my body.
“How much?” he asked.
Calvin glared at him. To my surprise, the man didn’t stare at him as he’d stared at the other customer. There was no hostility. If anything, he looked intrigued.
“I said we don—”
“Everyone has a price. Don’t sit here and try to pretend as if there isn’t one,” he said coolly.
Calvin looked at me and then Dar. I wasn’t sure what price to give, and Dar’s shrug meant he was at a loss too.
“How about I offer you a price, and you tell me higher or lower.”
“Don’t try to lowball us,” Dar growled. He moved closer to us, his arms at his side ready for a fight if need be.
My blood rushed.Was this really happening?
“Ten thousand—”
“Fuck that,” Dar said.
The man stared at Dar, and the corners of his mouth turned up in what most people would consider a smile. What I saw was a shark looking at its next meal. I swallowed.
“If you had let me finish, I was going to say ten thousand each, and every time you make me cum, there will be an additional five grand.”
Did he say what I think he just said?
“Thirty thousand dollars?” Calvin asked.
That would solve so many of our problems. Not all of them but shit, it would be a start. I nodded the moment Calvin looked at me.
“How do we know you will pay up?” Dar asked.
The man pulled out a roll of cash and took Calvin’s hand.
“Here, let’s call this an investment. I won’t take it out of anything you earn.”
Calvin stared at it, and I couldn’t blame him. That thing was thick. It easily had to be around five grand.
“I will take that as a yes. Meet me out front,” the man said as he turned away from us. No one contradicted him. How could we when we were staring at the money he’d just handed over?
Snapping out of my daze, I tugged on the guys’ arms. “Come on. I have to get my bag and get changed.”
We slipped in the back. Most of the dancers knew Calvin and Dar and paid them no attention as they got ready to go back on the floor.
“Winter, you done for the night?” Bianca, the house mom, asked.
“Yes.” I hated my stage name, but due to my platinum blond hair, it was the easiest to go with. “I just have to count, and I’ll cash out,” I said.
