Tempting Me: A Bad Boy Romance Read Free Page A

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    “The girl said, and I quote, ‘don’t hold back in any way shape or form.’”
    “What exactly does she mean by that?” I ask.
    “Just do your thing,” Mickey says. “They’ll leave happy.”
    I dance for bachelorette parties all the time. Normally, the bridesmaid requests that the dancers not do anything that will make any members of the party uncomfortable. The sister-in-laws to be are most often whom they are worried about offending. The “ don’t hold back,” requests are usually for divorce parties and bad break-ups.
    Maybe the bride is kinky and can’t enjoy the show unless it’s hands on. Or maybe the bridesmaid is hoping to get some good pictures and embarrass her friend. With this job, nothing surprises me. I am proficient in women after stripping for five years and what I know is that women are unpredictable, or in Mickey’s words, “Bitches be crazy.”
    How will this girl react to a personal erotic dance? It won’t take long to determine how into it she is once she gets to the club. It has been my experience that most women love it. Venus is much more like Mars than the world likes to acknowledge.
    “Is the party here?” I ask Mickey.
    We have a private room in back for the more discreet patrons. We also travel to hotels and private homes. More often than not, however, the special occasion is celebrated in the main room with the rest of the club-goers.
    “The whole thing is a set up. The bachelorette has no idea she’s even coming to a strip club,” Mickey tells me.
    “Any idea how old they are?” I ask.
    My choice of music and costume is geared to the audience.  I even change up my moves depending on the age. The older ladies can freeze up if it gets too nasty. The younger girls like it dirty.
    I do get propositioned. I can’t say I never take them up on it, but I sure as hell don’t stick around for breakfast the next day. A one-night stand is just that.
    “Twenty-one, according to the bridesmaid. She promises everyone in the group is of age, but we’re carding nonetheless.”
    As a rule, the younger women don’t tip as well. They are just starting out in their careers and don’t have a husband’s money to spend. Money or not, they are almost always still a good time.
    In the dressing room, the guys jump all over Mickey. They yell about how unfair it is that I get the bachelorette dance and of course the extra money that goes with it. There are rumors flying around that these girls are money. Not your typical New York socialite money, but oil money. This could turn out to be a real payday. I understand why they are jealous, but if they could work it like me, they would be dancing instead of whining.
    For younger women, I keep my dance and costume urban. If the rumors are true and these girls come from money, the rich ones love slumming, in my experience. I go for ripped jeans and a thick leather belt, a white tank and a plaid flannel shirt. Underneath, I have on nothing but a black thong. Whether or not they want to admit it, wealthy women are attracted to a working man.
    I tell Mickey to make sure the other guys are in similar attire and I assign the songs I want them dancing to. Normally, I would tell them myself, but I wasn’t in the mood to navigate their bullshit. This is going to be a get in and get out kind of night. I am going to give this girl an experience that will keep her warm when her husband is staying late at work to do the secretary.
    I go backstage to watch a new cowboy routine that some of the guys have put together. City girls can’t get enough of cowboys. The dance is well-choreographed and the women love it. A new dancer in the back, whose name I don’t know, is off on his timing. He’ll either get it together in the next two weeks, or he’ll be looking for a new job.
    Mark is leading a group of women to a table right in front that is held for parties, big tipping groups, and VIP’s. This must be my bachelorette party. I do a quick survey to