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The lights are low, and I take my mark. My heart races, but not from nerves, but from anticipation. I hope Fang likes this one. He likes all of them, but this one I planned with him in mind.
I want to make him proud.
“Crazy Bitch” by Buck Cherry starts to play and I giggle. When the lead singer calls his girl a crazy bitch, Fang tips his head back and laughs. It’s so loud I can hear it over the music, and I smile.
Mission accomplished.
Grabbing onto the pole, I pull myself up, then I wrap my leg around it just right before I slide down. When I hit the floor, I bounce up and down like I’m riding him. I make sure to move my hands from my breasts down.
Fang’s eyes darken, but he doesn’t shake his head for me to stop. Not even when I cup my pussy over the tiny shorts I have on. The guys in the crowd lose their mind and boo when I get up, moving back to the pole.
Sorry, boys, only one man will see me get off.
When the song ends, I’m breathing hard, but I have a smile on my face. I exit the stage and find Happy standing there, with his arms crossed and a smile on his face, making the scars on his cheeks more pronounced. If I didn’t know him, I would think his smile was creepy, but I know it’s genuine.
“Crazy bitch? Really?” He laughs.
I shrug with a smile on my face. “It felt appropriate.”
Venus scoffs. “Fitting because you slept your way to the top.”
The smile falls from my face, and ickiness fills me. I’m not ashamed of my relationship with Fang, but I hate how it looks.
“Hey, don’t let her get to you,” Happy murmurs.
“I won’t,” I lie.
“Good. Now come on, Fang’s already blowing up my phone waiting for you to come out.”
That girl.
She told me she had something special planned tonight, but I wasn’t expecting this.
When she moves her hands across her body, from her breasts down to her pussy, I about lose my mind.
Fuck yes, baby.
The guys in the crowd lose their minds as they lean forward, hoping to catch a glimpse. My girl, though, doesn’t give them one.
The ultimate fucking tease.
Money goes flying toward the stage, making me smile. The men fucking love her, but they will never have her.
She’s all mine. Only mine.
As soon as the song ends, I get up and head toward the locker room.
“Your old lady is something else, man,” one of the old-timers says as I pass by.
“I know,” I tell him over my shoulder.
By the time I make it to the locker room, she’s standing in front of her mirror. I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her.
“You were fucking magnificent,” I murmur as I kiss her shoulder.
Cami goes tense in my arms and tries to shrug me off.
“Thanks,” she says coolly.
