Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
Her left arm was completely tattooed in black and gray, in what could be a variety of flowers with a few butterflies mixed in. From the distance, he could make out at least two big sunflowers.
Her loose hair fell well past her shoulders, long enough so the strands reached past her breasts. The thick, blonde curtain was mostly straight but had a little bit of a curl at the ends.
Because of the lighting, he couldn’t identify the color of her eyes. The same eyes glued to him as he weaved his way closer to see if she’d flash any money, encouraging him to approach.
During his second practice with the Peckers, Nick advised Finn to only approach women waving money. He’d taken the manager’s words to mean it only took a lonely one dollar bill held in the air. If she was doing so, he was supposed to take that as a sign the attendee wanted attention from one of the dancers. If she wasn’t flashing money, he had to assume the woman only wanted to observe and not actively participate.
Even though the lighting was dim and he was still quite a few feet away, he could see the slight upward curl of her bright red lips as the blonde sipped her drink. She continued to hold his gaze over the rim of her glass as he moved closer.
She showed no signs of shyness, but rather unashamed interest and plenty of what he assumed was confidence.
Unfortunately, he was forced to stop along the way when he was grabbed from all angles. He gave the women in his path a few seconds of attention before moving on. However, when it got to the point they’d grab his package or twist one of his damn nipples, he’d carefully extract himself and move on to the next.
Those women were handsy as fuck. They were not only grabbing his cock, they were pawing his ass and trying to shove their hands down his underwear. They’d even hook their arms around his thighs to hobble him and force him to a stop as he tried to worm his way through the chairs.
Trying to get to the blonde was like threading a fucking needle. He wasn’t sure if it would be possible to get close enough to have a few words with her, but he was determined to at least try.
He was not a quitter and the blonde was hot as fuck. The way she acted reserved, as compared to the rest of the women tonight, intrigued him. No shaking money over her head to tempt the dancers over to her. No screaming. No outward signs of excitement at all. She simply stood at the back of the audience, quietly observing and not purposely drawing attention to herself.
Despite that, she had caught his. With his eyes set on her, he kept weaving through the packed tables and octopus arms until a woman jumped up from her seat and blocked his path. She wrapped her arms around him, rubbing her cheek over his chest, then licking a line up his damp skin all the way to his ear, where she whispered, “Take me home and set me ablaze.”
Jesus fuck. He would not be doing that, if he was going home with anyone, it wouldn’t be her.
He peeled her arms from around him and extracted himself carefully.
No, it wouldn’t be her, it would be…
He glanced back over to the wall where the blonde had been leaning.
She was fucking gone.
Goddamn it.
It would take a while for the ringing in his ears to subside, but at least the club was now dead quiet and he could finally string some thoughts together. Once the last song played and the Peckers finished their personal interactions on the floor with the crowd, they escaped backstage and to the dressing room.
The first thing Finn did was roll the cock ring off his poor abused dick. A hiss escaped him while removing it and he no longer gave a fuck about rubbing it in front of Abby or the other guys. He was more worried about getting the blood circulating again to his most important organ.
Okay, second most important organ after his brain, which happened to be throbbing with a damn headache.
One by one, the dancers left after they pulled on their street clothes and packed away their personal belongings.
While he waited for everyone else to split, he found bite marks on his thighs, bruises already forming, scratches crisscrossing every part of him and he swore he had a missing chunk of hair. When he had pulled money from his thong to add to the community tip pot the dancers split, he noticed phone numbers scribbled on some of the bills.
Jesus. More proof tonight had been a complete fucking zoo. The women acted like restless, starving animals and the guys were the raw meat thrown into their cages.