Page 33 of Archer (Dirty Misfits MC 3)
So I could give him a private show.
He didn’t just want a private show, though. He wanted a private lap dance. And when his hands groped me, I took a step back. I wiggled my finger at him playfully before biting onto my lower lip, but what I really wanted to do was vomit all over his smug fucking face.
I had half a mind to reach for the gun in my right thigh-high and take this fucker out.
But I knew I’d blow my entire cover if I did anything remotely close to that.
“We need an update. It’s been fifteen minutes. Tanner can’t see you,” Porter said gruffly.
I cleared my throat and did one last swivel of my hips in the man’s lap, trying not to vomit at the feeling of his dick pressed against my ass cheeks. But the second the door opened in front of me, the man seated beneath me stood up and knocked me clear off my feet.
“Get up, bitch, and keep dancing. The men have shit to talk about,” he said.
I should kill you simply for that.
But instead of pulling out my gun, yet again, I stood and did as he asked. I spun around the pole in the middle of the room and tried my best to dance the night away so it didn’t look like I was completely and totally eavesdropping on them. I ground against the pole and even climbed up to circle back down slowly. And with every circle I made, I trained my ears on their conversation.
“It’s happening. Three days. You ready?”
The massive man I had been forced to dance for nodded his head. “Yep. Everything in place?”
“Got the dock hands paid off. Got a way to turn off the security cam—”
“Shh! Are you fucking nuts? Shut the hell up.”
I continued dancing as I hoped and prayed they didn’t know I was listening. They both paused for a second and watched me, so I closed my eyes and really got into the dancing mood. I jiggled my asscheeks and shimmied my breasts. I lost myself in the rhythm of the music and the beating of the bass that reverberated through the walls.
Then, after a few moments, the men resumed talking.
“She’s not listening,” the random guy hissed.
The big, meaty one shrugged. “Can’t be too careful. Are the beds set up?”
Beds? What beds?
“Yep. They’re ready to go. Got everyone in ‘deck’ mode, too. The only thing standing in our way is time.”
The man who interrupted us cackled. “These girls will be ‘muy bueno.’ I might just keep one for myself. You know how I like a good Latina riding this dick.”
The two men high-fived and it almost made me sick.
Almost.
After the two men finished up, someone snapped their fingers at me. I stopped my twirling and grinding and looked at the beefy man standing in the doorway. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet before tossing a couple of hundreds onto the ground at his feet.
Then, he scooted them my way with the tip of his boot.
“What’s that for?” I asked softly.
The man chuckled. “To reserve my spot in your schedule every night. That’s what.”
I had to swallow down the bile creeping up the back of my throat. “I look forward to it, handsome.”
He chuckled. “Trust me, I know you do. Now, pick it up and get out. You’re done for the night. And tell the men you’ve earned your fifty percent. They won’t hassle you after that.”
He walked out of the room and I scrambled to pick up the money. I stuffed it into my left thigh-high and eased myself out of the room, making my way down the back hallways so I wouldn’t have to interact with anyone else. I wanted to cry. I wanted to sink to my knees and scream in horror at what had happened to this place in such a short amount of time.
“Josie?”
I jumped at the sound of my name being whispered. “What the fuck?”
Tanner emerged from the shadows. “We need to get you out of here, pronto.”
I furrowed my brow. “Why? What’s going on? How the hell did you—”
He grabbed my arm. “Sorry, but we can’t talk. Chops just arrived, and he didn’t come through the front entrance.”
My eyes widened. “Shit. I need my stuff.”
He held up my purse. “That Summer girl sure is a tough one to crack.”
I grinned. “She’s great though, right?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, she’s pretty awesome. Now, we have to go.”
I jogged to keep up with Tanner, but eventually he had to scoop me into his arms. The pain in my legs simply couldn't keep up, so I clutched my purse while he rushed out the side entrance with me in his arms. The white van was there to receive up and we quickly tumbled inside before Porter closed the doors.
