Page 3 of Fighter

Strip clubs aren’t my thing. I didn’t even want to come here tonight, but after my win, my trainer, Elmore, wanted to take me out before my fight tomorrow. He’s got this theory that seeing naked girls gets your testosterone up which will make me kick ass tomorrow. As long as I don’t get off, that is.

See, I’m a bareknuckle boxing champion. I have a match tomorrow against Crazy Carl, who is a real tough son of a bitch. The purse is big – forty thousand – and I need the win. I figured I’d grab two drinks and duck the slimy girls trying to milk me out of my hard-earned cash; I never expected to run into a girl like this.

I’m curious. While the rest of the girls are all in lingerie, she’s still wearing her dress. Either she’s a veteran with a shtick, or she’s new and doesn’t know what she’s doing, and by the look in her eyes and the way she’s shaking, I’d put all my money on the latter.

A new girl, and the other chick is obviously her friend putting pressure on her. But if she thinks I’m going to take her out back for a lap dance and then send her back to work, she’s fucking dreaming.

There’s something in her eyes that has me captivated. What’s a girl like her doing here? Doesn’t she have a father – a boyfriend looking out for her?

“Where’s your man?” I bark, causing them both to jump.

“My – my man?” Her voice is just as perfect as her looks, which have my cock throbbing between my thighs. Normally, I keep my shit together pretty well, but this girl has me beside myself. I want to do things to her – things I’ve never done with any girl before.

“Your boyfriend. Where is he? He know you’re doing this?”

“Mind your business!” her friend, “Anastasia,” snaps. “This isn’t Tinder, all right? Do you want the dance or not?”

“Not,” I snap, my eyes still on “Roxy.” Fucking stripper names.

“Okay, then we’re leaving—”

She turns to leave, but Roxy doesn’t move. She has to know what she’s doing to me with those eyes, doesn’t she? Sexy little minx…

“Your boyfriend wouldn’t want you stripping. You lie to him? Tell him you’re having a girls’ night?”

She lifts her chin at me. “I don’t lie. He knows what I’m doing.”

Her body is mocking me – daring me to make a move. Her dress could not be any tighter. I can see everything, even the shape of her pussy. I want to taste her…bury my face between those heavenly thighs.

“Then he’s a shit boyfriend,” I growl. “Letting you do something like this.”

“Hey!” her friend whines. “Who do you—?”

“Ten grand to get out of here with me now.” It’s all the money I have in the world, and I don’t know what’s come over me, but I’m willing to put it all on the line for her right now.

Her breath catches in her chest. Her tits bounce and my cock pulses with desire. I feel like I’ve been hit by the hardest punch I’ve ever taken.

“What did you just say?” Anastasia asks.

“Ten grand,” I repeat. “And we leave here. Now.”

Roxy finally pulls her eyes away from mine and looks at her friend. She’s suspicious. She should be. Men who make these kinds of offers are usually scum. I don’t want to spend the money, but I will. I’d drag her out of here kicking and screaming if it wouldn’t bring the cops running.

The girls whisper to each other and turn back to me. “Fine,” Anastasia says. “But I’m coming with her. For protection.”

I burst out laughing. “Protection? Sweetheart, you’re 115 pounds soaking wet. Look at me. You really think you could do anything to stop me?”

She just glares back at me, unafraid. I respect that. “Who says I don’t carry, big boy? Does mace not work on you?”

I shrug. She wants to play tough, so I’ll let her. I don’t give a fuck about her; all I want to do right now is get Roxy out of here. I move so quickly that she flinches as I take her hand. It’s warm. She’s sweating. I smile down at her.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”

I lead her toward the front door, but Anastasia stops me. “Wait, our things. We have to get them from the locker room. Meet us in the back parking lot.”

“Fine. But don’t keep me waiting.”

I watch as they scurry off together, my little minx barely able to walk in her heels. Yeah, she’s new. What’s her man thinking letting her come to work here? He doesn’t deserve her. I’d give him a smack that would teach him a fucking lesson.

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