Faith (Hades Angels #1) Read Free Page A

was done listening to the girl gossip. I wasn’t here for that and I wasn’t going to be caught up in it. I applied another coat of lipstick before heading back out on the floor. I checked to see who was on stage, and then took a walk around the room, careful not to trip on anything. I had seen plenty of the girls trip and fall because of their heels, and not watching where they were going.
    Jewel was on stage at the moment, which meant I would be up next. I found a seat next to the stage and sat down. The seats around the double stage were full as Jewel and Diamond went from one guy to the next collecting tips. As the song had finally come to end, I stood up and waited for the girls to collect their discarded clothes and make their way off stage. I stood at the bottom of the stairs and waited for the DJ to announce me.
    “Up next, we have the beautiful Faith.” I walked up the three steps to the stage and used the towel left on the rail to wipe down the pole. My body was tingling with a mixture of nerves and excitement. Tossing the towel back to the entrance, I waited for the song to play. I closed my eyes and let the music wash over me as I swung around the pole. Stopping on my second turn around the pole, I bent over so that my ass was on display.
    I began swaying my hips and standing back up before strutting over to the closest customer with a folded up dollar bill in front of him. I turned so that my back was to him and lowered myself to my knees. I pulled my fishnet top over my head, careful not to accidently pull my wig off. I tossed the shirt toward the entrance of the stage and was down on my hands and knees shaking my ass in his face. As I turned around, I leaned over and rubbed my breasts in his face, always making sure to rub down so that I didn’t end up with beard burn between my breasts.
    Pulling back, I held out my garter for him to place the dollar bill in. I repeated these steps until I had collected all the tips that were left on stage before making my way back to the pole. At first it used to bother me, rubbing my breasts in the guys’ faces. I used to think, what if they could tell something was different? I got over that quickly when I realized a lot of girls had breast implants and the guys couldn’t care less. Before I knew it, the song was over and I had finished collecting my stuff before making my way across the stage to the next pole. Piling my stuff close to the exit, I began to wipe down the pole as I waited for the next song to start.
    Melody was up next. I laughed to myself as Buckcherry’s “Crazy Bitch” began to play. I looked over at her and smiled. She winked at me. I grinned to myself as I made quick work of collecting my tips before walking to the catwalk between stages as Melody was doing the same. I met her halfway and turned around, bending over at the waist. She came up behind me and grabbed me by my hips. She pretended to thrust into me, before smacking me on my ass. The guys dig the girl-on-girl even if it’s just for show. We both made our way back to our own stage and began working our way around collecting more tips. When the song was over, I picked up my stuff and made my way to the dressing room to wait for Melody, and to rearrange my tips.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    The rest of the night went by pretty fast, and before I knew it they were calling last song as Melody and I were finishing up in the private dance area. The room was dimly lit, and the walls were covered in a dark paint that looked like a dark purple. The couches were simple, black leather, love seats more stiff than they were soft. I had heard from the other girls the softer they are the harder it is to give private dances. Something about getting swallowed up by the couch and not being able to move.
    I was standing, my ass at his face level as I straddled his right knee and lowered myself until I was seated on his thigh. I arched my back and leaned my head back on his