Shifter Witch On Hell's Road: Book One Read Free Page B

bothered. I’d never done anything like that in the club before.
    When I crawled on the geek’s lap I smelled the scent of moldy laundry and sweat. Not exactly erotic. I gave him a good grind as the music played and when it was over I told him he could keep going for another twenty-five bucks. He bought a few dances and then excused himself to go jack off in the bathroom.
    Left without a client, I had to go troll the room for another mark. This was the part of the job that I liked the least. The girls would walk around the room talking up the guys and flirting until someone bought a dance. The dudes really knew how to draw it out so you’d waste all your time with them while they never intended to buy a dance. With floor fees climbing over $150 a night, wasting time on some jackass wasn’t an option.
    I scanned the room, looking for someone half way tolerable. I saw shy a youngish dude near the back of the room. He looked college age and probably broke. None of the other girls were trolling him. I figured I’d give it a shot. Guys like that were usually too chicken shit to ask for a dance.
    I walked right up to him. He wasn’t bad looking so the idea of grinding his cock didn’t make me feel like vomiting.
    “Hey sugar, want a dance?” I said, running my finger down his chest. I glanced over at B-Zar who stood off to my left. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he looked kind of pissed. I smiled inwardly. The thought of making him jealous filled me with vicious glee.
    I ran my hand up the boy’s hip while looking at Balthazar. The college guy stuttered, “Sure, I’d like a dance,” while staring down at my half exposed tits.
    I took his hand and led him toward the lap dance room. I gently pushed him down on the couch and strutted around a little bit, showing him my body. I flipped on the stereo and began to dance to a hip hop song I’d never heard before. Crawling on his lap, I pushed my chest into his body and rubbed his crotch with my thigh. He moaned softly and leaned back, keeping himself from grabbing me.
    His face looked tortured and his dick instantly turned hard. I let myself bob on it a bit and turned around and leaned my back against him. Pulling off my bra, I let him watch me rub my hands over my tits as I rocked on his cock. I rolled down so that my hands were on the floor and my ass was pointed up in this face. I reached up and unfastened my g-string.
    The fabric fell away and I heard him mutter, “Oh God.” When I leaned back I could feel a damp patch on his jeans under my thigh. Gross! I scooted back and stood in front of him. He blushed crimson and ran his hand through his hair. I gave him a pat on the cheek and was reaching for my bra when I heard a high pitched scream from the front of the house.

Chapter Three
     
    B-Zar pushed his head through the beaded curtain.
    “Better get out here,” he said through clenched teeth. His face was red and his black eyes glowed.
    I jumped up and put on my bra and g-string as quickly as possible and slipped into my shoes. As I soon as stepped out from the lap dance booth a snarling red skinned dude with black eyes and sharp black claws fell right into me. I screeched and watched it fall to the ground. B-Zar stood shirtless in his sarong with a two foot long samurai sword in his right hand. The demon slid to the ground, leaving a trail of blood over my mostly nude body.
    “Rude,” I said.
    “Here,” said B-Zar handing me a katana that was twin to his sword. I took it wondering what the heck I was supposed to do with it, but a demon attacked me before I could give it much thought.
    I slashed at the red bitch quick as lightening. Her claws grasped at my face , but she fell back as I slashed across her midsection. I was dumbstruck when she grabbed for me again. B-Zar swung his blade and her head rolled to the floor just before her body made a loud thump after it.
    I looked at the blade and it glowed in my hand. A gang of five more demons came at us