Page 69 of Army
Chapter Fourteen
Army watched thewoman strut on stage shaking her tits and ass as she auditioned for one of two dancer jobs.
After the explosion at the strip club a couple of weeks before, Army and the other brothers thought business would be bad for a while, but the crowds just kept getting bigger, thus the reason Army was watching a clodhopper attempt to dance on stage.
“You’ve got the best damn job,” Jigger said, sitting in the chair next to Army’s. “She’s a looker.”
“Yeah, but she has no rhythm or sex appeal.”
“I’d watch her.” Jigger lifted his chin to Charlie, who placed a bottle of beer in front of him.
“Do you want anything?” the bartender asked Army.
“Just a 7-Up. Thanks,” he answered slicing the air horizontally with his finger.
Kyra, the stage manager, turned off the music. “Thank you. We’ll be in touch,” she said to the redhead, who picked up her robe off the floor then walked off stage. “Patricia Fuentes,” she called out, and in seconds, a stunning brunette came out and shrugged off her robe.
“She’s fuckin’ hot,” Jigger said.
“Yeah. Let’s see if she can dance.” Army took a sip of soda.
“She can just stand there, and that’d do it for me.”
“A paying customer wants more than that. Besides, you’re always looking to get laid.” Army motioned to Kyra to start the music.
“And you’re not?” Jigger looked back at the stage.
The music filled the venue as the applicant swung her leg around the pole. Instead of seeing her, Army saw Mia arching her back, her long caramel hair skimming her ass while her tits pointed up toward the ceiling. Then she was underneath him, her strong and shapely legs wrapped around his back as he pumped into her, those magnificent amber eyes locked onto his as small moans escaped through her parted lips.
“You gotta hire her, dude. She’s fuckin’ awesome. I wish Ruby or Kelly was here to get rid of this boner I have from watching this chick.Damn.”
Jigger’s voice pulled Army away from his fantasy, and he shifted his jeans as he tried to focus on the woman gyrating on stage. At that moment, his cock throbbed painfully which helped with his attention span. It seemed that in the past few weeks, whenever he had a free moment, all he could think about was Mia and fucking her hard and rough. Every time he had some dead space, there she was in his mind—naked and underneath him.
Fuck. I need her so bad.
During the past two weeks, he’d managed to go to Durango twice. Both times, they had a great time and talked about practically everything well into the night. He couldn’t believe how much he enjoyed talking with her. It was a first for him with a chick, and sharing his thoughts and anger about his mom was cathartic. He was still trying to figure out how Mia keeps getting him to reveal so much shit about himself. They’d made out pretty hot and heavy, and she finally let him play with her luscious tits, but each time he’d delve a little farther down her body, she’d shoot him down.
He was going crazy just thinking about her and imagining how awesome it would be to fuck her so hard that she wouldn’t be able to walk for the rest of the day. Army pulled at the whiskers on his face while deep in his thoughts. He had a connection with her he couldn’t explain. It was the first time he’d ever felt bonded with a woman. All of his encounters with women over the years had just been sexual and only about pleasure, but with Mia, it was different. He didn’t want a no-strings-attached arrangement with her. Just the thought of another man holding her or kissing her made his anger index rise to boiling, and he was pretty sure she wouldn’t be too happy if he had a one-night stand.
Nudging him with his elbow, Jigger waved his bottle toward the stage manager and said, “Kyra keeps looking at you to give the word on the dancer.”
Army straightened up from his slouched position. “Is she done dancing?”Dammit.He’d gotten caught up in his head and missed the audition.Mia … you’re fuckin’ killing me.
“Yeah, dude. She’s just standing there on the stage.”
“Did you like her?” Army asked.
A wide grin broke out across Jigger’s face. “She’s a keeper. She can dance and turn a guy on. She’ll bring in some good money on the private dances.”
“Okay then.” Army gave Kyra the thumbs up and he heard her tell the woman—he’d forgotten her name—that she’d gotten the job. The woman squealed and clapped her hands then turned to Army.
“Thank you so much,” she said, her gaze scanning both Army and Jigger’s faces.
“You gotta get drug tested before the job’s official. Kyra will go over everything with you, including the rules,” Army replied.
The woman walked off the stage and Kyra went over to Army. “Do you want to see more? We have the first slot filled now with Patricia. There are two more applicants waiting to audition.”
Army motioned Brutus over. “I’ll let Brutus and Jigger check out the last two. If they’re no good, then we can do some more auditions tomorrow.”
