Stripping Callum (Last Hangman MC Book 6)(25)

“Yeah, I’ve heard that.” I snigger.

“Please tell me you’re joking,” she asks, mortified.

“Yes, I’d have told you if you made any noise.”

“Thank God! I wouldn’t want to subject Elijah to that.” She frowns.

“I know you wouldn’t.” I smooth my hands over the dress and turn to the side, checking the curve of my ass in the mirror. I’m not full of myself, but this dress and underwear make my ass look nicer than it usually looks.

“Don’t worry, your ass looks fine in that dress.”

“I know.” I smirk.

“Ruby, you’re up next!” Lawrence, our boss, shouts through the door. “Nice ass.” He winks and disappears. Now, if your boss tells you that, you could think he’s coming onto you. I haven’t known Lawrence for very long, but he’s one hundred percent gay and loves his girls too much to try anything like that with any of them even if he were straight.

“Go get them, tiger.” Gail high fives me before I walk out of the door.

Here goes nothing...

I step on the platform, trying not to break my neck with the high heels that I’m wearing and walk in the center of the small stage by the pole. This is not going to end well.

I take a deep breath and wrap my tiny hand around the pole and start to dance around it. A part of me feels like it’s Halloween, and I’m just being a witch doing incantations around the sacred pole or fire or whatever. I try not to laugh at the images going through my mind. Anything to keep my mind off what I’m doing right this minute.

I start slowly and dance seductively, or at least I’m hoping it looks somewhat seductive and not like I have no f*cking clue of what I’m doing because let’s face it, I have absolutely no idea what I’m actually doing. I’ve seen strippers in TV shows and in movies, but I can’t say that I’ve ever studied their moves. Who knew that would have been useful?

I look through the crowd and try to find something or someone to lock my eyes with so that I feel like it’s just me. I can blank out the rest of them because let’s face it, strip club stage lighting is nothing like theatrical one, and I can see every single guy in attendance. None of them is a decent guy like in those movies, ready to sweep off a girl off of her feet and get her out of the stripping wo…

My train of thought derails quickly as I make eye contact with possibly the hottest man I’ve ever laid my eyes on, while still shaking my ass as best as I can. He has his arms crossed over his chest, making his muscles appear to be bigger than they already must be when he’s not flexing them. Tattoos cover them and his chest judging by the ink that appears just above the collar of his shirt.

I let my eyes trail up his neck to land on his perfectly shaped and plump lips. He has the most kissable lips I’ve ever seen. What I wouldn’t give to kiss them, lick them, nibble at them, hell do anything to them. They look that perfect. I need to stop thinking about that or I’m going to get myself all hot and bothered over here. A small smirk plays at the corner of his lips. For some reason that makes me snap to look at his eyes. They are full of humor and something dark. He’s clearly amused by the fact that he’s busted me checking him out long and hard, but there’s something else about him. A deep sadness.

I lock eyes with him and dance around. I don’t attempt any of the big pole dancing tricks. I still need a shitload of training to do that, but I do some of the basic moves without breaking anything, so I consider that a win.

Looking only at him makes me forget about everything that’s around me. It’s as if I’m stripping only for him, and that he’ll put out that fire burning between my legs afterward. Sadly, that’s not how it’s going to go. Once I’m done with this dance I have to walk the floor and whoever offers first gets to have me for fifteen minutes for a lap dance. Yay, not.

Slowly removing my clothes, I reveal my body to the audience, but I can only see him. I faintly hear the catcalls of the other guys around, but they are nonexistent to me. Right now, in my little world, there’s only that man. But too soon, the music slowly fades out and bills are thrown at me. I kneel down as best as I can and pick every last one of them up, glancing up at the guy, but he’s gone. I didn’t see him leave, and I barely broke eye contact with him for a second.

Somewhat gutted, I pick up my clothes and go back backstage, almost falling over as I walk through the door. Stupid heels.

“You were amazing!!!!” Gail exclaims and hugs me tightly as I’m still clutching my dress and the bills against my chest.

“Not sure about that.” I chuckle and place everything on my little station and hug her back.

“You were! And the eye contact action with that guy. Wow!”

“Who is he?” I ask, suddenly more curious about him.

“His name is Callum. He comes in from time to time. He’s a total sweetheart, but there’s something dark about him. Either way, he’s hot. I gave him a lap dance once. Man, he’s big if you catch my drift.” She snickers and waggles her eyebrows.

“Good to know.” I chuckle.

“Oh, it’ll be very useful when you are the one giving him a lap dance.” She smirks at me.

“Like that’s going to happen.” I roll my eyes and put my bra back on.

“It will, just give it some time.” She gets ready to go on stage, and I’m called to go out on the floor.