Page 80 of Sling’s Awakening

The whistles and cheers get louder as the string falls down the side of my breast. I swing a leg around, coming up on my knees as I slide to the edge of the stage, and slowly take the rest of the top off my body.

A guy close to the stage sticks some bills into the string of my thong. I wink at him through heavy lidded eyes as I move along the stage. Just as I’m getting ready to toss my top into the crowd, I lock eyes with a pair of green eyes I would recognize in my sleep.

Sling is sitting smack dab in the middle of the room with his chair pulled away from the table so nothing is blocking him from facing me head on. His arms are crossed, and he looks pissed.

I vaguely notice his brothers sitting at the table beside him, but my focus is on the man who has turned my world upside down.

The song ends, and Shakin’ Hands by Nickelback begins to play. Sling grabs his glass that’s full of brown liquid off the table next to him and downs the entire thing. He sets the glass back down before slowly crooking his finger at me, motioning for me to come to him.

I slide off the stage, not wanting to cause a scene by defying him. More bills get tucked into the string of my thong as I make my way through the crowd.

The seductive smile I have on my lips never leaves my face as the anxiety bubbles in my stomach, threatening to spill out with each passing step.

Sling leans back in his seat, his arms resting at his sides as his legs part. My hands grab his shoulders just as Chad Kroeger’s voice sings, “I doubt she’d even let the devil buy her little black book.”

He doesn’t touch me as I move to straddle his lap, grinding on him to the beat.

The crowd is going wild around us, but all of that noise has faded into the background.

Sling leans up and growls in my ear, “You’ve been a bad fucking girl, Gin.”

The rage in his voice sends a shiver down my spine. His arms stay glued to his sides, still refusing to touch me, even as I grind down harder on his dick.

I would back off if I knew he didn’t want this, but he does. His growing dick beneath me is living proof he wants to be exactly where he’s at.

Leaning into him, I break my number one rule I had for myself when I used to dance full time, my hands and mouth do nothing sexual with the customers.

But it’s Sling.

He isn’t a customer.

He’s my man.

His body feels tense beneath me. It doesn’t take much to put two and two together and know he’s pissed.

It’s starting to freak me out because when he’s been pissed at me before, he’s spanked my ass without thinking twice about it.

So I do the only thing I can do in the moment.

I bring my mouth to his ear, taking the lobe between my teeth and biting down just hard enough for him to feel a sting as I slowly drag my teeth away before whispering, “You knew this was my job, big guy. Why are you mad?”

My hands run down his chest. Each muscle tightens in my wake.

Music is still playing as I continue my lap dance. I throw my leg out and spin around in his lap so my back is flush against his chest as I wrap my arms around his neck.

Sling finally moves his arms. They land on the top of my thighs as he slowly drags them up until they reach the tiny string that’s still holding all the cash that was stuffed in.

His nose trails along my shoulder and the base of my neck. My mouth parts as his breath tickles the skin it kisses.

The string of my thong slaps against my skin as Sling pulls the bills out one by one.

His lips are on my ear. “You’ll get this back when you earn it. As for this little stunt you pulled tonight, we’ll talk about it later. Now get your ass back up on stage and finish the show.” My eyes are hooded as I move to stand up, the anger still present in his voice turning me on despite the uneasiness that’s settled in the pit of my stomach from feeling like I just got caught doing something I shouldn’t be. Sling’s hands move to my waist, his grip tightening and his fingers dig in, holding me in place. “And, toots, if I see another man touch you again, he’s fucking dead.”

I tense against him. I know he will make good on the threat.

Sling uses his grip on me to push me forward. He smacks my ass as I walk away.

I see Big Jack out of the corner of my eye closing in, but I wave him off. I haven’t had a chance to fill him in about Sling yet. I wasn’t exactly expecting to see him tonight.