King also provided completely private rooms, but Vida never went into those. It didn’t take a genius to realize that more went on in there than lap dances. Usually the higher paid dancer’s took advantage of those rooms.
The music sped up and Vida let her breasts lean more heavily onto Briggs’s chest as she rubbed against him. Vida noticed sweat break out across his brow. A self-satisfied smile curled her lips and she let her bottom sink onto his lap, grinding her ass across his thighs.
“You’re making me hard as a rock.” Briggs’s eyes stared lustfully into hers.
Vida swallowed down the bile in her throat and started silently counting in her mind to distract herself.
“Meet me after you get off tonight,” he begged.
Vida shook her head, forcing herself to let more of her weight grind down on Briggs at the same time that a fake moan passed her lips. Taking a deep breath, she took her life in her hands.
“I don’t trust you, Briggs. You work for Digger. I haven’t seen Sawyer since his man took her out for a date.” Vida let her voice go breathy.
“I didn’t have anything to do with that, it was Rick. I’d take good care of you.” Briggs’s hands came up to cup her ass. Vida paused.“You know you’re not allowed to touch,” Vida scolded him.
Briggs immediately removed his hands and she felt his cock grow thicker under her. She subtlety lifted her weight off him, using the beat of the music. Vida was sickened when she recognized that he had responded to the dominance in her voice.
She let her weight fall back down for the remaining minutes of the music. Briggs was grinding his teeth and Vida felt a spurt of satisfaction she couldn’t repress. He wanted her. She was determined to use whatever means she had to get Sawyer back. The music ended and Vida pretended reluctance at getting off his lap.
“Come on, meet me tonight. Let’s get into some trouble.” Briggs thought he was being cute with his pun while Vida only thought he was pathetic.
Vida shook her head. “Maybe next time, Briggs. I’ll have to think about it. Sawyer was my best friend and I miss her. I don’t want to find myself in her shoes.” Vida tried to appear frightened of him.
“Trouble, you’re too fine. I’ll take good care of you. I wouldn’t let Digger touch you; he listens to me,” he boasted, taking her arm in a hard grip.
“Really?” Pretending to think about it for a minute, she again shook her head. “Let me think about it, Briggs. I work next Friday. Will you come and see me dance?”
Briggs didn’t try to hide his growing anger and Vida could tell she had pushed far enough for the night. She didn’t try to pull her arm out of his grasp.
“Let me go,” Vida demanded, trying to put just the right amount of dominance into her voice.
“I’ll be here,” Briggs said, reluctantly letting her arm go.
Blowing him a kiss, Vida slipped out of the door and walked into a hard wall of flesh. She looked up in surprise at the furious eyes staring down at her. Colton thrust her robe into her hand before taking her arm and leading her from the room. She almost fell trying to keep up with his angry strides.
“I can’t leave, I have another customer.”
“You’re done for the night. I’m ready to leave. I told Henry to tell King to find a replacement for the end of your shift.” Taking her to the doorway of the dressing room, he set her arm free.
“Get changed,” he said stonily.
Vida wanted to leave, so she decided not to argue with him. She went into the dressing room and quickly changed into jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt. Grabbing her jacket, she headed back outside to a waiting Colton. He followed her outside into the crisp air, which felt wonderful to Vida after the stuffy confinement of the nightclub.
Handing her the helmet, Vida put it on and then climbed on behind Colton. Expecting to go back to his apartment, Vida was surprised when he pulled into a late night waffle house.
“I’m hungry; let’s get something to eat,” Colton said, getting off the bike.
Vida was never hungry after working at the club, but didn’t say anything, merely going in with him and ordering a coffee when the waitress came.
“Bring her a stack of pancakes and some bacon,” Colton ordered.
“But I’m not hungry,” Vida protested.
“You’ve lost a good five pounds since you’ve been living with me. Your clothes are falling off of you. You’re going to eat.” Colton motioned the curious waitress away with a gesture of his hand after placing his own order.
Vida’s lips tightened. She had been well aware of the weight she had lost, although she hadn’t thought anyone else had noticed. She wasn’t happy Colton was the one who’d paid that much attention. Hell, she thought he hadn’t even been aware of what color her hair was the way he constantly ignored her.
“Now that my classes are over, my weight will come back. I’ve been overworked.”
“Shaking your ass all over that stage and rubbing it against every man that has a hundred takes a lot of energy,” Colton said snidely.
Vida stiffened in her chair. “Yes, well, I don’t have much of a choice about that, do I?”
“You have a fucking choice; you just won’t make the right one. Shake this town off and leave. King will eventually get Sawyer back.”
Vida stubbornly shook her head. She couldn’t believe how he expected her to turn her back on Sawyer.
“I saw the game you were playing with Briggs. You’re going to get yourself in more trouble than you can handle, Vida.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Vida looked out the restaurant window, avoiding his eyes.
“Yes, you do,” Colton countered.
The waitress brought their food, setting it down in front of them. Vida took a bite of the warm, sticky pancakes and found herself starved, eating most of the plate without looking up. The waitress refilled her coffee and it was when she took a sip of the strong brew that she caught Colton’s amused gaze on her.
Blushing, she looked at her almost empty plate with a smile. “I guess I was hungrier than I thought.”
Laughing, Colton teased, “I see that, do you want me to order you another stack?” Vida couldn’t help staring at the change in his face that the laughter had brought.
He was extremely good looking; his long, dark hair was tousled from the wind, giving him an untamed appearance while the metal ball that pierced his sensual bottom lip caused Vida to lower her gaze to his mouth. Reverend had talked him into it last week. Vida had almost died laughing when Rev had also offered to pierce his cock and Colton had told him where to stick his needles.
Vida could understand why he didn’t have any trouble getting women in his bed. He was a woman’s fantasy with the sexual vibes emanating from him. In fact, several women in the restaurant were constantly looking at their table. Even the waitress kept making frequent trips back to their table, brushing against him unnecessarily every time she refilled his coffee cup.
“Are you finished?” Vida suddenly became aware the waitress and Colton were looking at her.
“Yes, thank you.” Vida turned to the waitress and asked, “Could I get a to-go box?” Both Colton and the waitress looked at her almost empty plate.
“Be right back.” The waitress left to go get the box. Colton didn’t say anything to her when the waitress returned, silently watching as she put the remains of her meal in the box then waited expectantly for her to finish the coffee.
“Ready?” Colton rose to his feet, going to the cash register to pay. Vida waited patiently by the door, watching as the waitress flirted with him now that Vida’s presence wasn’t stymieing her.
The two men sitting at a nearby table smiled at her, Vida turned her eyes away, not wanting to encourage their attention. It didn’t matter, within seconds the younger of the two got up from the table, finally brave enough to approach her.
“Me and my friend think we recognize you from the Purple Pussycat. Aren’t you Trouble?”
“Yes,
she is, so you better move along before it finds you,” Colton said from behind the young man, who jumped when he heard the threatening voice behind him.
“Sorry, man, just curious.”
“Yeah, well curiosity got the cat killed.” The man practically ran back to his seat at Colton’s threat.
“That happen a lot?” Colton asked, glaring at the embarrassed man’s friend smirking from the table.
“Some,” Vida responded evasively.