Page 59 of Off the Rails

Which means they chose to have it.

Wrapping my left leg and hands around the metal, I used the grip to lift my body up. The pole spun as I left the ground, pinning my right knee to the warmed staff.

Whoever my captors were, they cared about showing up. They weren’t here just to ogle beautiful women. They wanted to make it worth our time — not just appeasing a barrier to entry.

Slowly, I squeezed my core and released my hands grip on it. I let my body spin along with the pole, my hair draping down toward the ground as I went completely horizontal.

The song had really picked up now, cash starting to appear on the stage.

Blade walked closer, rising from her spot in the back booth. She leaned down, her hands gripping the edge of the stage.

Dropping to my knees, I decided to put some of my best moves on her. I kept eye contact with her as I crawled across the floor. Her pale green eyes still shone so brightly under the dim light of the club.

I grabbed singles from the floor, stuffing them in the thin string of my microkini, as I made sure my hips swayed with each move forward.

Blade licked her lips, her eyes growing heavy as her body responded to watching me.

When I was in front of her, I lifted off my hands and stretched up toward the ceiling.

She had plenty of space to place her bills now.

And Blade took advantage of her chance. She grabbed two, stuffing them in the space between my tits. When I looked down, brushed my hair off my shoulders, I realized they weren’t singles but twenties.

My eyes widened as I met Blade’s gaze.

She winked before grabbing a few more bills and placing them in the string of my bikini panties.

Wanting to give her a show, I leaned forward and let my smell waft over her.

In a deep growl, Blade spoke, “You’re worth at least a million more, Trinket.”

My throat tightened. Trying to keep my cool, and my mystique, I pulled away and walked back to the pole to finish my number.

I hoped they couldn’t see my surprise.

Have they ever come in before?

But I knew the answer. I would have recognized them, would have tried to make friends — or more.

As I finished, doing my final lift on the pole, Nash and Blade kept their eyes on me. They took turns admiring my body and meeting my gaze.

I could see the hunger in their eyes, even from across the club. There were no masks in here, nothing to hide how badly they really wanted me.

And at this point it was becoming impossible to deny that I wanted them just as badly.

Maybe I just wasn’t used to being respected by the dirtbags who usually stumbled in here.

But as the music faded and a generous applause resounded through the club, I couldn’t deny the pulsing between my legs.

I was in trouble now.

34

BLADE

The sun had set hours ago, the parking lot was mostly cleared out, but the show had only just begun. “There’s our girl!”

The second that Tess stepped out from the backstage door, Nash and I were on our feet, hooting and hollering for the best dancer in all of Valemont.