Speak with her…ha! Unless speaking meant putting his dick in her mouth, then they weren’t speaking.
Without saying a word, Mercy nodded and headed toward the back rooms. There was something completely wrong with what was going on in her head. I liked all the other girls, but for some reason, I didn’t quite like Mercy. I couldn’t trust her. She was the epitome of a fem-bot.
“Shall I excuse the other girls?” I asked Rex, as he walked toward me with a devilish grin on his face. I didn’t like that grin; I didn’t trust that grin.
“I think it’s time you start practicing with them, Goldie. We need to even out the dancers, and it might be time for you to get up on stage.”
“Excuse me? I thought we had a deal, that I was going to manage for a while.” Sweat started to form at the back of my neck.
“Not really a deal, Kitten, more of an understanding, but now that I’m going to win Lot 17, I need more girls, and you are the one the members want.”
Was he really going to win Lot 17? Was it because of that Zane guy? I leaned over, my stomach already knotting from the thought of being on stage, and I spoke softly into Rex’s ear. “You’re willing to share me with the members?”
“You’re not sharing yourself with me, so what difference does it make? Either way, I get to see you naked, and that’s my goal here. Either comply with my demands, or good luck trying to find a job in this town. Don’t forget, Kitten, I know everyone in this city. I can destroy you.”
He placed a gentle kiss on my nose and turned away from me, as if his small bit of affection would make up for the threat he just made to me.
“I can’t do it tonight,” I shouted after him.
“Why is that?” he asked, looking me up and down.
Think…think, Goldie.
“Cramps,” I stated with a sad face. “Got the old blood flow going on right now. Hardly think being naked at this time in my life would be appealing to the members.”
A look of absolute disgust crossed Rex’s face before he turned around and called over his shoulder, “Next weekend, you will be up on that stage.”
Thank fuck.
“Sure,” I called after him.
I turned to look at both Eva and Bizzy, who gave me the “I’m sorry you’re uterus is bleeding look,” and then took off toward the back room, leaving me finally alone with Blane.
By no means was I on my period, but it was the best excuse I could come up with to get out of going on stage with the girls tonight…naked. If there was one sure-fire way to make sure Jett never touched me again, it would be going up naked in front of a bunch of people I didn’t know. No, that wasn’t going to happen.
Casually, I walked over to the bar and asked Blane for a bottle of water. He obliged, never speaking to me. I hated that he couldn’t really talk to me. Enough was enough, I needed to take care of everything tonight; it would be the last chance I had until the next weekend, and to hell if I would be going up on stage.
“Can we talk?”
Blane looked around and then nodded his head toward the back. Fucking paranoid man.
He went to the back first, and a few minute later, I trailed after him. Eva and Bizzy were in the girl’s room, eating some food, and not even talking to each other. What a sad, sad life. If anything, I wanted to help these girls out; they needed it.
Once I reached the office in the back of the club, I shut myself in the small space with Blane, who was sitting at the desk waiting for me.
“What can I help you with?” he asked with a smirk.
“Seriously? Come on, we need to take some action here. There is no way I will be going up on stage next weekend.”
“I don’t know, might be fun?” he looked me up and down while licking his lips.
I pushed his head and said, “Don’t even think about it. It will never happen. I’m off limits.”
“All the good ones usually are. Do you have a plan?”
“I do,” I nodded. “But I thought you had one as well.”
“That I do, but I wanted to hear yours first.”
“Typical,” I said, while folding my arms across my chest. Trying not to get irritated, I started divulging the details of my plan. “So, Rex never leaves his phone in a lock box. He has it on him at all times, and I was thinking, somehow, we can get his phone and use that to record some things around here, text it to…oh, shit,” I muttered.
“What?” Blane asked, looking a little intrigued.
“Rex took my phone away from me. I have no way of texting myself the pictures without him obviously seeing it.”
“That’s not a big deal; we’ll just send it to my phone.”
“Wait, how do I know I can I trust you?”
Seriously, Blane sat up in his chair and placed his forearms on his knees while looking up at me. His back muscles flexed in the tank top he was wearing, making me quite aware of how damn sexy he really was.
“Goldie, he practically treats me as a slave here. He has ruined my life. He has taken everything away from me, everything that’s ever mattered, and now I have nothing but this club where we are all manipulated by that power hungry bastard. It’s time Rex finally gets what he deserves. I’ve been waiting for someone like you to come around. I need your help just as much as you need mine.”
Well, that was convincing. From the look in his eyes, the look of desperation, I could tell he wouldn’t cross me. I could trust him because, from the very beginning, since I’d met him, he looked like he’d been putting on an act, never really living life. Maybe he really had to be let free of Rex’s grasp to get what he needed.
“I guess we can text to your phone. Do you think my plan would work?”
“Possibly,” he said, while studying his hands. “I had the same idea, since I see him with his phone all the time. He and Leo both carry their phones around in the club.”
“Leo actually comes here?”
“He does,” Blane nodded. “He actually is supposed to come tonight.”
“Really? Hmm…do you think it would be easier to steal his phone, rather than Rex’s? I mean, I have this idea, but I really don’t have any clue how to actually get the phone without asking for it.”
“How are you at pick-pocketing?”
“Uh, terrible. Never really mastered that fine art.”
“Well, you might want to practice before tonight. It’s your only option.”
“You’re acting like this is some Ocean’s Eleven shit. I like to believe I could be as badass as Matt Damon with a fake nose, but honestly, I have no clue how to go about grabbing a phone from someone’s pocket.”
“Do you know how to give someone a lap dance?”
“That’s insulting that you even had to ask that. Of course I know how to give a lap dance, I know how to make a man cum just from the thrust of my hip against his crotch, but the two don’t compare. There is no way you can say giving a lap dance is just like pick-pocketing.”
“I wasn’t going to say that,” Blane stated, a little annoyed. “God, you talk too much sometimes.”
“Eh, it’s a fault of mine. At least I don’t go around slicing people’s necks or something like that or punching random people in the head. Although, the shock factor would be hilarious, because what person walking down the street would expect a fist to the old noggin? Not many, unless you’re a criminal; if you’re a criminal, you can pretty much expect a punch on a daily basis. Talking too much can almost be entertaining, so to call it a fault really isn’t that bad. You know?”
“You done?”
Blushing, I nodded and allowed him to continue.
“Like I was going to say, you can give Rex a lap dance at some point tonight and grab his phone then. He won’t know what’s happening, because he’ll be too distracted with you on top of him.”
I thought about it for a second and realized it was a good plan; there was only one problem.
“That’s a great idea and all, but do you really think Rex is going to allow my crotch anywhere near him after I practically told him my uterus was ripping itself apart?”