“Really? You mean it?”
She nodded. “Besides, it’s coming up on my and Case’s anniversary. Might be nice to give him a lap dance for old times’ sake.”
I laughed. “Only if you’re sure.”
“I am. I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.”
“So what do we do now?”
Kim grinned. “We go make the ballet dancer in you into a pole dancer.”
As I paced behind the curtain in my clear high heels, I wondered what the hell I had been thinking to entertain the thought of stripping for Deacon. Sure, the club was closed to its regular clientele and only patch-holding Raiders would be allowed in. That’s the only reason I even allowed myself to entertain the idea of stripping. The last thing I needed was for someone to recognize me. I could kiss my teaching career good-bye if that got out.
I peeked out into the audience, squinting to see past the glittering black mask that covered my eyes. At least ten of the Raiders sat in the first row of chairs next to the stage. Although I didn’t plan on taking everything off, the G-string I was wearing along with my bra top wasn’t going to leave much to the imagination. I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to look at Rev or Bishop again.
But when I zeroed in on Deacon’s face in the front row, rage flew through me. What the hell? He was in the fucking front row. I mean, could he have at least hung out in the back? Oh, I was going to make that asshole pay.
Kim had sacrificed her entire day to help me. She’d taught me how to work the pole, found me an outfit to go with my music, and then did my hair and makeup. She had also pulled some strings to get me the first audition spot.
Coco, the head girl, took the microphone next to me. “Okay, we’re ready to begin.”
Whistles and catcalls echoed behind the curtain. I could tell the men were more than ready to get the show on the road. Kim fluffed my hair and adjusted my cowboy hat once more before belting the long duster I was wearing. “You go out there and get your man.”
“I’m going to try.”
She smacked me on the ass before heading back into the wings. The opening chords of the music echoed out of the speakers. Cher’s “Just Like Jesse James.” Not the most obvious choice when it came to stripping, but it was one I had carefully picked because of the meaning it had for Deacon.
As the curtain was flung open, I had one second of sheer panic shoot from the top of my head down to my feet. And then it was gone. It was replaced by courage pulsing through me. I didn’t think about who was at the end of that stage. I didn’t think about the fact I was merely a kindergarten teacher who had somehow gotten off on the wrong path. I didn’t think about the inhibitions that usually curbed any wild behavior.
Instead, I strutted down that stage to the pole, swaying my hips provocatively from side to side. It gave the men the smallest peek at my thighs and what else might be under my duster. Staring out into the crowd, I slowly and deliberately undid my belt, making a production out of it. When I whipped open the duster and then stripped it off, I was rewarded with bellowing approval from the men.
I slunk over to the pole, my hands gripping the metal for dear life. Because of my ballet training, I was somewhat of a natural when it came to pole dancing. I swirled and bent and twisted my body, giving them a real show.
As I was arched over on my back, straddling the pole, the one line I had been waiting for came up. At “Just like Jesse James,” I rose, and then with my free hand, pointed a trigger straight at Deacon. The amused look on his face faded. Realization suddenly dawned on him of exactly who I was.
He was out of his chair in a flash.
Thankfully, I had prepared for that.
As I sat in the cheap leather chair waiting for the strippers to come out, I felt something I hadn’t ever experienced before at the Lounge. Guilt. Yeah, I’ll admit I felt pretty fucking guilty coming tonight after my fight with Alex. Our first real fight as a couple, and it was over strippers.
“What’s wrong with you?” Bishop asked as he flopped down beside me.
“Nothing,” I grumbled. On my other side, Rev snorted. Turning in my seat, I glared at him. “You got something to say?”
“Just that you’re an idiot.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah, it is. You have someone as wonderful and amazing as Alex at home, and you come down here?”
“Oh, come on, Rev. D’s just watching. It’s not like he’s going in the back for a lap dance like he used to.” Bishop smacked me on the back. “You aren’t, are you?” he asked in a low voice.
“No, I’m not,” I growled.
“See? No harm there.”
Rev leaned forward in his seat so he could see us both. “I think there’s a lot of harm in what he’s doing … or what he’s done.”
After swallowing the rest of my beer, I cocked my brows at Rev. “Sounds like you’ve been talking to Alex.”
Rev shook his head. “Actually, it was Case. He came up to the roadhouse saying that Alex was bawling her eyes out at his house before eight this morning.”
I grimaced. I knew she had disappeared with Kim, and instead of going after her, I’d thought the best thing to do was to let her calm down. Then she hadn’t come home the rest of the day or answered my calls or texts. I knew she was all right, though, because she was with Kim.
“Yeah, well, she’s got a lot to learn when it comes to me and my business.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“So I heard this morning.”