Page 16 of Sexy Beginnings
Chapter Ten
Lucy
As I sweep the mascara through my lashes, I “X” off another day on the calendar. One more week until I’m eighteen.
“Lucy!” I hear Tracie calling me and peek out my door. “I need you, Luce!” I slip on my boots and go to find her.
“Tracie the answer is no! Absolutely not! She is still a damn minor and she isn’t allowed to leave.” Jordan and Tracie are arguing when I find them.
“Well, it ain’t up to you. I got the all clear, already.” She shoots him a dirty look and then her eye catches mine.
“Luce, I need you to bail me out. I just tested all those damn whores at Ambrosia and they are all on fucking drugs. I don’t know who the hell has been supplying them, but I’m screwed. I need a dancer tonight. You’re my only option.” My eyes bug out of my head. Ambrosia is the strip club the MC owns.
“I-I’m not allowed to leave the club.” Thank God for that rule.
“I already got the all clear from Shooter. I’m gonna get you a sexy masquerade mask, so no one can see your face. I need you.” Tracie’s eyes plead with me.
“She isn’t going to do it, Tracie. There is no way she could pull it off.” Jordan’s voice is harsh.
I look over at him. I can’t pull it off? His statement hurts because I have been trying my hardest to get him to notice me. He is always seeing me as some damn child. I am so sick of the way he treats me. I am almost eighteen and I swear he still sees me as the fourteen-year-old girl he found in that warehouse. His attitude only makes me want to prove him wrong. “I’m in.” I say the entire time my eyes are locked with his.
“Hell yes!” Tracie grabs my hand and starts to pull me out of the club to her car. I immediately regret my decision as my stomach drops.
“Lucy!” Jordan is yelling for me but I pay him no attention. Screw him.
All I have wanted for three years was for him to see me as more than some little girl. I started doing my hair, my makeup, dressing a little sexier. Nothing works. I have even been trying to flirt with him lately, mind you I’ve been crashing and burning. It’s embarrassing and I’m over it.
I slam the door of Tracie’s truck and as she pulls away, I see Jordan running out of the clubhouse after us. “What the hell is his problem?” I cross my arms over my chest.
“He knows that you’ll rock it up there, and that you’ll be making every guy’s eyes bug out of their damn heads.” She gives me a smirk and shakes her head. “You have grown into quite a little firecracker, Luce, and I can’t wait to light the match.”
“What the hell does that mean? And why would he care? He treats me like his little sister.” I look down at the black crop top and skinny jeans I’m wearing. I feel like a fool dressing like this. It isn’t me. It’s for him.
“Are you that blind, girl? That man is so sexually frustrated over your ass he is about to burst. The brothers give him shit for it all the time.” She laughs.
“Then what the hell is his problem?” I run my hand through my hair.
“His problem is you’re still underage.”
I look over at her. “Seriously? I’ll be eighteen in a week what the hell is the difference?”
“Listen, chick, there is a huge difference. Chill your hormones for another week and then that boy will be pounding your door down.” She smiles as she looks over at me.
I don’t know if she is right. Everyone at the club sees me as their little sister no matter what I do. As much as helping Tracie out scares me, it excites me. I won’t be seen as a little girl anymore, I’ll be seen as a woman. I’ll be sexy and desirable, everything I have wanted to feel from Jordan. Seeing the girls around the club and all of the attention they get from the guys makes me jealous. I know it’s stupid, and I don’t want to be a club whore. I also want to be more than Virgin Mary.
As we pull up to Ambrosia, my nerves start to escalate. Can I really do this? I have never even danced before, much less stripped. Tracie unlocks the door and I follow her inside the club which is decorated mainly in black with shades of red strewn throughout it. There is one circular stage in the center. A silver pole runs down its middle and looks intimidating as hell.
“What time do you guys open?” I look to Tracie but she is well in front of me walking toward the back.
“We open at seven. You’ll start doing sets around eight. I’m trying to get a couple more girls so it isn’t just you.” She walks through a door, placing her purse and keys on a desk.
“Why are we here so early then?”
She looks at me like I’m crazy. “You can’t just jump up there when its show time. We need to practice. You have to get comfortable with the pole. People will walk the fuck out if you look like some amateur.” Awesome. Well if I wasn’t nervous before I sure as hell am now. “Here.” She throws something at me. “Put those shorts on. The shirt you have on is fine right now but you can’t do shit in jeans. Meet me out on the floor.”
She walks out of the room and I change as quickly as I can.
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