Slade (The Protectors #6)(62)
“These men are rich and pay good money, so if they want to talk…we talk. They want us to dance…we dance and if they want us to f*ck…we f*ck, but after hours and away from here.” Cherry laughed at Jill’s face. “Got to pay the bills, honey. But that last part, the f*cking part, is not required.”
“Good to know,” Jill nodded, following the women and wondering briefly if Sloan somehow managed for her be at George’s table. If so, he was damn good.
“Hey, don’t knock it,” a woman who was walking past grinned. “And Monica, you’ve got a gorgeous vampire at your table. I tried the f*cking thing after hours with his hot ass, but he didn’t bite. No pun intended.”
The women laughed. Jill joined in, knowing she was talking about either Duncan or Damon.
“I’m up for the challenge.” Monica pushed her boobs up, fluffed her hair and licked her lips. “Once you go vampire, it’s hard to find a good f*ck with your own kind.”
“You ready?” Cherry smiled at her.
“Yes,” Jill replied, smiling back, but her hands were clenched so tightly, she felt one of her press-on nails bend.
“You’ll do great, girl, and remember security is thick out there, so any problems, just let them know.” Cherry squeezed her arm before they exited the back room and walked onto a stage.
Jill followed, but stopped when Cherry did. The women were all positioned on the stage. A man’s voice filled the room and Jill had no idea what he was saying, nor did she care. She did, however, place a sexy smile on her face as she scanned the room. She found Duncan and Damon right away; they were both looking at her. She followed Damon’s eyes as he looked away toward a man, George Groper. The tables they sat at were round and large, with a gold-plated stripper pole going through the center to the ceiling. Every table had one chair with one man. Small steps were placed for the girls to climb up on the table.
As the women moved, Jill once again followed. She watched closely and imitated Cherry, swaying her hips provocatively, praying she didn’t fall on her face. She really should have been trained to walk in the damn shoes.
“Just follow me. Your table is to the right of mine,” Cherry said over her shoulder with a smile. Soft, sexy instrumental music played as they walked down the steps from the large stage and to their tables.
Jill sashayed to her table, her eyes meeting George’s for the first time. He picked his glass up, taking a long drink, his eyes looking her up and down. He looked younger than in his picture and actually handsome, but there was something about his eyes that bothered her. A somewhat haunted look.
Climbing the three small steps carefully, Jill glanced to see the other women posed on the pole and stand perfectly still. She followed, doing the same thing. Looking down at George, he had his phone out sending a text. Her eyes shot to Damon, who glanced away from the woman at his table to her, but for a brief second, his eyes shot to George then away. Within seconds, the music started. It was a seductive beat of music. Jill began to move her body, but she felt like she was going to hyperventilate.
“Jill, slow your breathing,” Slade’s voice soothed in her ear. “You are doing great. Try to bend so we can get a shot of his phone when he has it out.”
Nodding, Jill cursed when she made eye contact with George. He was probably wondering what the hell she was nodding at. She gave him a shy smile, but he didn’t smile back. She had no clue how long she danced, but in all honesty, she had to respect the women around her. This was damn hard work. Some songs were slow and seductive, while others were fast and grinding. Thinking she was surely failing big time at this mission, she felt a hand on her leg. Looking down, George waved someone to bring a chair. Jill carefully stepped down, her feet throbbing as George stood, holding the chair out for her. She noticed a few other girls sitting talking with the men they were dancing for.
He downed the rest of his drink, raising the empty glass to the waitress before sitting down. “What’s your name?” he asked.
“Lola,” Jill said in her sexiest voice, smiling shyly, wondering if he liked the shy-girl routine. Until she figured it out, she’d play that part.
“Nice to meet you, Lola. I’m George.” He nodded at her, and then looked at his phone. “What would you like to drink?”
Looking up at the waitress, Jill frowned, not knowing what to order.
“All the girls have a two drink maximum.” She smiled down at Jill, realizing she was new.
“Oh, I’ll have what he’s having.” Jill didn’t know what else to say unless she ordered a diet Pepsi, and well, that wasn’t sexy and didn’t inspire a man to open his soul to her.
George raised his eyebrow to that, but he didn’t say anything.
Jill felt sweat bead across her forehead. She honestly didn’t know what in the hell to say and suddenly wished she was back on the table dancing, which was saying at lot.
“Tonight your first night?” he asked, placing his phone back down before looking at her.
“That obvious, huh?” Jill thanked the waitress when she put her drink in front of her.
“No, not at all. You’re very…talented,” George laughed, lifting his drink up and taking a swallow. “It’s just I usually get the new girls.”
Following suit, Jill took a large gulp of the drink the waitress sat in front of her and about spit it back out. Her eyes watered and her throat burned like fire. “Holy shit,” Jill sputtered as George chuckled, patting her on the back.