Page 130 of Finding Us
Ignoring him, I keep my focus straight ahead. When a spotlight suddenly hits the stage and I see her, I almost swallow my tongue. “You call that an outfit?” I growl.
“Compared to what the others wear, yes.”
Red stands front and centre, with her back leaning against the pole. Her arms are high above her head and her fingers are wrapped around the metal. Her head is tilted back, and her long blonde hair falls down around her waist and has soft waves in it. It must be teased out, or something, because it looks a lot puffier than usual. The barely there clothes she’s wearing—if you can even call them that—are what has my blood pressure rising through the roof.
The teeny-tiny black leather shorts, that look more like skimpy underwear, are paired with black leather boots that go up past her knees, stopping mid-thigh. On top, she’s wearing a black lace midriff bustier that is so tight her more than ample tits are spilling out, and the glittery stuff they’ve slapped all over her skin makes her glisten under the lights. As mad as I am, my dick instantly comes to life. She’s sparkling just like her stage name, and as much as I hate this for her, she looks like a walking fucking wet dream.
I reach for my glass, gulping down the liquid in one go. It burns the shit out of my throat, but I barely feel it, because all the blood in my body is now rushing towards my dick.
She stays deathly still, despite all the cat calls and woof whistles that now fill the room, but the second the introduction of ‘Take Me to Church’by Hozier starts, her legs spring outwards into a perfect split and her body swings in a full circle around the pole with ease. The room erupts again, but my focus remains on her; I’m mesmerised. I’ll never be able to listen to this song again without getting hard.
Every move she makes is precise and graceful, and I’m glad I’m sitting down, because my boner is in danger of bursting straight through the denim of my jeans. I hate to say it, but she was born to perform on that stage.
Her eyes remain closed throughout her routine. Her make-up is heavy, and the long lashes they’ve stuck along the lids of her eyes rest against her cheeks. She looks like pure fucking sin.
Each transition she makes looks effortless, but I can only imagine the hours of training she put in to get to such a high standard. I’ve been to strip clubs before, and although there’s a lot of skin on show and some of her moves are risqué and suggestive, to me, her performance seems more artistic than sleezy. I’m actually in awe of her dancing.
Her back is now to us, and half of her peachy, round arse is hanging out of those goddamn barely there shorts. I groan and palm myself through my jeans as she grabs hold of the pole and slowly slips down into the splits, rolling her hips forward once she’s fully seated on the stage. That move has my mind going straight to the gutter. One day, I’m going to get her to recreate that exact move as she sinks down onto my cock.
“Fuck me dead,” I hear Rocco mumble from beside me making the sign of the cross as he does, and it pisses me off. If I could tear my eyes away from Red, I’m sure I’d see dollar signs flashing in those greedy fucking eyes of his. I hate that I’m sharing this moment with a room full of sleazebags.
“Heads up,” I say, leaning towards him while still watching my girl. “Not only is her father one of the country’s most prominent lawyers, but her very overprotective brother is a police prosecutor right here in the CBD. I’d think very carefully about ever inviting her back … I’d hate for the law to come crawling over this fine establishment of yours.”
He has no response to that, but I’m confident I got the message across.
Red wraps her legs around the pole, using both her hands and knees to climb to the top. An image of her doing this exact movement as she scaled the eight-foot fence on our first night together has a smile bursting onto my face. I thought it was her inner ninja, but I was wrong; it was the stripper inside her that got her over that gate.
There’s never a dull moment with her around, and it makes my heart pang with the realisation that she makes me happier than I ever thought possible.
The dickhead behind me starts to holler, “Marry me, Sparkles,” when she flips herself upside down and does the splits again. I clench my fists together a few times, trying to rein in my irritation.She’s mine fucker, she’ll never belong to you.When I get her back, I’m installing one of these poles in our bedroom, so I can get an uninterrupted private showing whenever I like.
The song comes to an end, and the room goes crazy. I wish I had the foresight to film that because I want to watch it on loop again and again.
Rocco stands as Red makes her way off the stage. “Come,” he says, “I’ll take you to her.”
We head to the far side of the room where one of the security guys lifts a black curtain, revealing a long corridor. I see her just before she disappears into a side room.
“Red,” I call out, and that has her freezing on the spot and spinning in my direction.
The second she sees me, her blue eyes almost pop out of her skull. “Mason,” she gasps. I’m already shrugging out of my leather jacket as I stalk towards her. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” I drape my jacket over her shoulders, bend slightly at the knees, lift her off the ground, and throw her over my shoulder. My hand immediately connects with her luscious arse, and the loud crack it makes against her skin vibrates off the walls.
“Ouch, what was that for?” I’m not even going to justify that question with an answer.
I hear Rocco bark out a laugh behind me. “You did good out there, Sparkles, real good, but it looks like it’s time for you to head home.”
“My stuff is still here, Mason” she whines as I turn and start moving down the corridor, towards the exit. “Please. I don’t want to leave my purse and phone behind … I need them.”
“Hold on, I’ll grab them for you,” Rocco calls out to my retreating back.
Blowing out a frustrated breath, I pause. He returns a few minutes later with her bag in his hand. “Can you give Candy all the money I earnt tonight, Rocco; I want her to have it,” Jacinta says, whilst still hanging upside down. And I love that her kind heart said that. I can’t really be mad at her for what she did tonight; she was just helping out a friend in need.
“Sure thing, darlin’, I’m sure she’d appreciate that.”
The moment we descend the stairs and step out into the night, I look from left to right and spy an alleyway next to the club. I keep walking until we disappear into the shadows. Only then do I slide her body down mine until she’s back on her feet.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” she shrieks.
