Faith (Hades Angels #1) Read Free

wasn’t shy about people seeing me naked. I just couldn’t bear for anyone to see what I was hiding underneath my shirt.
    I stepped into a stall and shut the door. After pulling my shirt over my head and removing my bra, I applied the pasties on the scars that had once been my nipples—the right one first, and then the left. I checked to make sure they were even before stepping out of the stall. I glanced in the bathroom mirror and smiled. They were perfect.
    I finished getting ready in the dressing room before heading out on the floor. I made my way to the bar to pay my house fee and sign in. The music was blaring as I sauntered over to the DJ booth to give him my music. I took a few minutes to glance around the dark room and check out the guys. First shift girls were still working, so I headed back to the bar. I took a seat next to Melody who was talking to Katy, the bartender.
    “Hey, Faith. Your usual?” Katy asked as she placed Melody’s blue concoction in front of her and dropped two cherries into it.
    “Yes, please.” I smiled. I didn’t drink alcoholic beverages. My vice was energy drinks. I drank them like they were water. Katy handed me my drink and went to the other end of the bar.
    “How’s it been the last few days?” I asked Melody.
    “Shitty, Faith, really fucking shitty. I need to bust my ass tonight so I can pay my rent.” She huffed and brushed her blonde hair away from her face. “This place has been fucking bullshit!”
    “I take it I didn’t miss much.” I took the straw in my mouth and sucked in a big drink of ice cold liquid.
    We looked like complete opposites. Melody was tall with long blonde hair, and she had curves where I had none, blue eyes, and small pouty lips. I was short with big brown eyes, and full lips that were bordering on too large for my face. Our outfits were complete opposites too. Melody was wearing a short, light pink dress with eight-inch clear heels and I was wearing a pair of black booty shorts, a fishnet black top, black fishnet thigh highs, and a pair of six-inch black heels.
    We sat with our backs against the bar, looking out over the sparse crowd. The last girl on the day shift was still on stage, and then the night shift would take over when she was done. The area around the stage was full of guys in business suits. I took one last sip of my drink and sat the empty glass on the bar.
    “So, you want to double team tonight?” Melody asked, turning around to set her empty glass on the bar.
    “Yeah, let’s go see if Jade has the list ready.” I rose off the stool, and made my way back to the dressing room. Jade was just finishing up the set list when we walked in.
    “Okay, ladies, I’m sure I don’t need to remind you, but because of recent events I feel the need to reiterate. I will not tolerate any of you propositioning the guys who walk into this club. That goes for women too. I am sure you have noticed by now there are a few less girls here tonight than normal. So I will repeat myself just to make sure you understand. Do not proposition any of the customers that walk into my club, or your ass will be black-listed around here, you got it?” She looked around the room, making sure we had heard her, before stepping out the door.
    I walked over to check the list. I was third after Diamond and Jewel, or as I liked to call them, the bitchy twins. I double-checked my appearance in the mirror, straightening out my thigh-highs and readjusting my black garter on my thigh. I could overhear some of the other girls talking about who it was who’d gotten fired for propositioning a customer.
    “I heard it was Scarlett. No one has seen or heard from her in a few weeks,” one of the girls said.
    “Not her, she moved out of state with her boyfriend…or sugar daddy, I heard,” another girl said.
    “Well, I heard it was Candice, and no one has seen her at any of the other clubs lately, but I hear she is working for that massage parlor down on Third Street.”
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