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“What is your other job?”
“I’m.. um… I dance at a club full time.”
“So you’re working three jobs?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She was quiet for a minute, before asking, “You do burlesque at another club as well?”
I did do themed burlesque at The Thirsty Turtle every other weekend, but that and working at Rolling in Dough wasn’t enough money to pay for all my living expenses.
“No, ma’am. Like exotic.”
Shame pricked my skin and my eyes stung with tears of embarrassment. I didn’t tell other people what I did for money in fear of judgement, but I hadn’t wanted to lie to Kay.
“That’s beautiful, honey. I’d love to watch you dance sometime, but I do worry about the many hours you seem to be working.”
“Y-you’d like to see me dance?”
She tossed the paper towel in the trash can and cupped my face in both her hands. “You’re surprised I want to see that lean little body strip? Shocked that I want to see your tits bounce as you swing around a pole? Stunned that I want to see you perform for people who will never get to explore your delicious body while knowing–hoping–that I’m the only one who will ever get to touch you once you’re done on that stage? Silly girl, you have no idea how much Iwantto see you dance.”
My breath caught in my throat as I stared in open mouth shock at her. “Do I have a chance at that, Little one? To explore your body and claim it as mine?”
I nodded, still shocked.
One hand slid from my face to my neck, cuffing my nape and drawing me closer. Her mouth moved closer to mine and her breath fanned across my face. “Words, Lennon. Use your words. Do I have a chance to get to know you, date you, Daddy you, and pleasure you?”
“Yas, Ma’am,” I whispered breathlessly.
“Fantastic,” she said right before she lowered her mouth to mine.
Chapter Four
Kay
“Which guy am I killing?” Bash asked, looking around the crappy bar, almost giddy to have someone to pummel.
“We’re not killing anyone, we’re helping Lennon get her ID back from some small-dicked asshat,” I reminded him, although I did love the idea of him beating the shit out of the prick.
“Dammit,” Bash grumbled.
“We’re on the straight and narrow now,” Blade reminded him as he scanned the room. The men had been working with someone to rid the world of one bad person at a time. They’d taken down rapists, child molesters, and even a few evil congressmen, but after meeting their Little girls, they’d stopped living a life of revenge and were just normal Daddy Doms. Sometimes I thought they still missed the action, though.
“Do we know which one Dakota is?”
I pulled out my phone and showed them a picture I’d found on social media.
“There’s the bar,” Smoke said. He cut through the crowd with angry strides and reached the bar before we could even process what he was doing.
I rushed to where he was, hoping to prevent any violence. I didn’t want to give Lennon any more anxiety over this, nor did I wish to be posting anyone's bail.
“Um, Kay?” Blade called my name sounding almost apprehensive.
“Yeah?” I asked, not turning around to look at him.
“I think maybe you have a bigger problem right now.”
“What?” That time I did turn around and look at him.
