Stripping Callum (Last Hangman MC Book 6)(30)

“Oh yeah, you bet your ass we can. We have a hot date with some ice cream and a hot story.” She claps, and we get our stuff before leaving.

In hindsight, it wasn’t as bad as I first imagined. There was one incident, but that was quickly forgotten. Callum’s last words still linger in my mind and make me wonder when he’ll be back. I want him to come back, and if I’m honest, I’d like it a lot better if I only had to give him lap dances, but it doesn’t work that way, sadly. Lawrence isn’t pushing us to do a certain amount of lap dances per night, it’s how ever many we feel like doing. The more we do, the more we get, but with $25 per lap dance, I’m good with one per night and the tips that get thrown on stage are on top of my salary at the café. I’m not in it to make a shit load of money, just to have some extra to save up and get Elijah more toys and save up for a bigger place.

Some girls only have this job as a source of income, so I get why they would want to rack up as much as they can. I’ll willingly let them give lap dances to the dirty old perverts. I can’t do it, and I’m not sure I could live with myself if I were to just do lap dance after lap dance. There’s something intimate about them, or maybe it was just with Callum. Who knows?

“I want to know every single little detail!” Gail exclaims driving us home. Her mom is there taking care of Elijah.

“About what?” I pretend I have no idea what she’s talking about.

“Don’t play innocent with me, it doesn’t work.” She huffs.

“He took me to the VIP corner, and I gave him a lap dance. That’s all.” I shrug.

“Yeah, right. You had a shit-eating grin plastered on your face. Spill woman!”

“Okay! Keep your panties on! I was grinding on him and getting horny, and he was holding my hips and helping me grind harder and yeah, I came.”

“Man, don’t make it sound so poetic.” She frowns.

“What? That’s what happened. It was f*cking hot; I have to admit.” I proceed to give her every single detail and by the end, we’re at her place and she’s fanning herself.

“Thank you for the visuals, I’m going to have nice dreams now.” She smirks, getting out of her car. I’m dreading the teasing that’ll come tomorrow when we’re at the café.

We get in and her mom is asleep on the couch. Neither of us wants to disturb her so we check on Elijah who is sound asleep then go to bed. We both had a long day and night and need sleep desperately.



I totally overslept. It’s ten, and I’m late for work. Gail’s mom, Suzie, took Elijah to the park and I have to hurry to get ready, or I’ll get fired and won’t be able to live off doing one lap dance per night.

Getting ready and to work in record time, I try to sneak behind the counter without Josie noticing, but she knew that I was late, and she’s openly laughing at me through the window of the kitchen.

“Your ninja skills need bettering.” She winks at me.

“Sorry, it won’t happen again,” I mutter.

“It’s alright, Gail and I managed. Don’t worry about it but you missed my new crème brulée cronut.”

“Aww man! That’s worse than the possibility of being fired.” I pout.

“I almost feel bad. Almost,” Josie says walking over holding a plate with the sacred cronut as if she was Rafiki holding Simba in The Lion King.

“You. Are. The. Best!” I exclaim and take the deliciousness in my hand before taking a bite. I savor it because this is better than sex. It’s rich and creamy, sweet with a hint of saltiness, not too heavy or dense, just fluffy enough to fill the puff pastry without making it overwhelming. This is heaven. “This. I have no words. It’s the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.”

“Wait till you suck on Cal’s cock,” Gail mutters, snickering to herself.

“Thank you, lovely, and who are we talking about?” Josie asks, making herself a coffee.

“No one.” I groan and take another bite that is even better than the previous one. While it was the edge and there was a lot of dough, now I’m getting mostly the filling, and it’s even better. The only thing missing is the hard caramel on top, but I can’t be too picky. It’d make it a sticky mess and squish the puff pastry or make it go funny.

“This hot guy who comes to the strip club. He’s sex on f*cking trunks, and he gave her an orgasm last night.” Gail smirks, proud of herself for spilling the deets.

“What? I need to know everything about this guy.” Josie takes my hand, and we go to a table, followed by Gail. There’s no one in at the moment so it’s not a big deal. I proceed to tell her everything that happened last night, and she’s amused, mortified, and fanning herself at what happened.

“What does he look like?” Josie asks, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Tall, broad shoulders, covered in tattoos, the most amazing blue eyes I’ve ever seen, plump lips that make you want to have them on all parts of you. Tanned skin, deep, sexy voice. As I said, sex on trunks. And he has a big cock, I’ve seen the outline of it,” Gail says matter-of-factly.

“Sounds like someone I know.” Josie chuckles.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, he’s a friend if it’s the same guy. I’m sure there isn’t more than one guy with muscles and tattoos going by the name of Callum here.” Josie shrugs.