The Fear That Divides Us (The Devil's Dust #3)(12)

“Doc turning you down in front of everyone at the club,” he recalls.

“Yeah, but you know how she is,” I reply. He knows mine and Jessica’s game; knows how she’s hot and cold because he’s seen Jessica and I together before, making him nosey as a f*cking female, so of course I spilled. Relieved someone knew I wasn’t making up stories.

Shadow chuckles. “Yeah, but maybe if you tell one of the strippers, they’ll feel sorry for you and shit. They look to be up to your standards. They’re breathing,” he jokes, making me smirk.

“Hey, Bobby needs love too,” I reply, eyeing the beautiful women standing in a perfectly straight line.

A voice interrupts my ogling. “Aw, yes. These are the final ladies. Very talented but I can’t keep them all, unfortunately.”

I look over and see Warner standing beside me with the rest of the brothers in tow.

I look the line over again seeing a bunch of sexy women.

“Glad I don’t have your job,” Bull laughs.

To cut any of these women would be a tough job, they’re all beautiful, and look like they belong in a porno.

The lady hurling insults steps back as Warner walks the line of girls, staring them up and down. The women stand straight, some twirling their hair and flashing slutty glances at him. They know who is in charge, and not afraid to play the game to get what they want. I love women like that.

I walk behind him, taking the girls in. A blonde with an eyebrow ring blows me a kiss and pushes her breasts up, making me groan in excitement.

“I wouldn’t say talented, Warner,” the bitchy woman spits.

Warner takes his gaze from the gorgeous talent in front of him and looks at the dark headed woman who is staring down at the women, her face twisted in disgust.

“Birds, how about we give the Devils a show? Show them just how good my girls are,” Warner suggests, his arms held out to his sides, looking at the girls with a smile.

The girls start cheering and bouncing up and down, causing more boobs to pop out than being at a rock concert. I glance over at Bull curious at what he thinks about Warner’s attempt to sell us partnership. Bull leans back and hooks his thumbs in his belt loops, a smirk fitting his face, apparently enjoying the pitch.

“I am still in the middle of clearing out the duds,” the woman snaps, throwing her clipboard to the ground. Her black hair is down, framing her sharp cheekbones. She has on a black bra, outlined in gold sparkly shit, black shorts, and black stockings that climb up her legs. Her ribs are protruding out, and her collarbone is poking out from her body. Definitely not my type of woman, I need a little more to grab on to.

“Can it, Sasha,” Warner snaps, his tone angry and threatening. So the bitch has a name, Sasha.

I look the girls over again, a short girl with dark hair, and honey colored eyes catches my attention. She looks Mexican, and is f*cking hot. She has on a black corset with red lace peeking out from her ample breasts. I groan uncontrollably, I need to get out of here before I embarrassingly bust a nut in my jeans.

I see Warner look at me from the corner of my eye. He follows my gaze, looking at the girl I’m eye f*cking. He snaps his fingers at her. “You, come here.” The girl I’m eyeing walks out from the line, her eyes holding a seductive energy as she bats her lashes making me ready to bend her over the stage and f*ck her.

“Name?” Warner asks curtly.

“Diamond,” she responds, her voice like silk.

“Dance,” he demands harshly, ordering her as if she were cattle.

Her tongue snakes out and licks her red plump lips as she nods in agreement.

“Klines, spin something,” Warner orders, pointing up at the DJ booth behind us.

Diamond strides up the steps leading to one of the stages, her black f*ck-me heels clicking against the stage floor.

The club is suddenly filled with Snoop Dogg’s “I wanna Fuck You”, and Diamond immediately grinds against the pole, her body instinctively knowing how to work it. Her fingers play with the black ribbon tying up her corset. As the ribbon loosens, more of that red lacy bra comes into view, making my dick swell. She slides her tanned leg around the pole and does a basic swing around it as the music picks up. She slowly walks around the pole, my eyes trailing up her legs before catching her eyes pinning me down. Her plump ass comes into sight as she prances around the chrome, and I bite my lower lip, but what I want is to bite that ass.

She is sexy as hell. A f*cking tease, but hot. She flings around the pole as if she was made for it, every move making my dick that much harder.

As the song finishes, she grabs onto the chrome with one hand and swings herself halfway around it. Her knees bend as she finally makes her way around the pole before landing on the floor.

“Congrats, dear, you are now a Wicked Bird,” Warner cheers loudly, clapping his hands.

“Now, let’s talk details. Shall we?” Warner questions, pointing down a hall with dim lighting. Diamond walks off the stage, winking at me before stepping back in line.

I shake my head at her flirting, and head down the hall. I can’t help but wonder what Jessica would look like naked and sliding up against a pole seductively. The thought makes a growl escape my throat and look into buying a stripper pole for my room back at the club. I walk into the office and sit on a black velvet couch as Warner makes his way behind a big wooden desk with a computer sitting on it.