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to look at her. “What are you doing to me?” he asked, smiling his knowing, sexy smile at her before removing his hand and placing them both behind his head. Tatum noticed the bottle between his legs. She didn’t know what she was doing to him but she could think of a few things she’d like to do…
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Jagers Birthday happened to fall while he was visiting. Tatum invited the men, their groupies, and all of her dancers and henchmen to her main club. It was insane. The girls were all dancing, everyone was drinking. It was one of the rowdiest times the club had ever been. All of the strippers were vying for his attention, wanting to give him ‘birthday gifts.’ A part of Tatum wondered why he didn’t take them up on their offers, and a part of her hoped it was because of her.
She felt conflicted about her new found interest in Jager. He was so broken. She wasn’t a relationship type person. But the way he looked at her. The way he made her feel. It had her insides doing things that she didn’t know they could do.
It may have been the excessive amount of alcohol she’d consumed that made her do it, or that she just wanted to get it out of her system. She encouraged one of her girls to ‘treat’ Phil in one of the backrooms. It took little convincing as two of them tag teamed him.
The fact that Tatum had grown up in a strip club didn’t come as a surprise to anyone. She was renowned for her moves when she’d had a few too many. She filled Bobo in on her intentions, leaving out the fact that she would be the entertainment. He escorted Jager to a stage and had him sit on a chair front and center. Jager knew what to expect – somewhat – and proceeded to rub his hands together, awaiting the arrival of a dancer, the smile never leaving his face.
The music cut in, and the crowd erupted. Behind Jager, Tatum descended from a pole that went up into the ceiling. He knew that he wasn’t allowed to turn to see what was happening. Tatum worked her way to the pole that his chair was propped up against. She slid expertly up and down it, wrapping her legs around his neck some of the time, obscuring his view all the time.
The club went wild. The strippers grew jealous at how good she was and the fact that he was letting her touch him, even though he didn’t actually know it was her. Her hair was big and long and her makeup was dramatic and flawless. Although she wasn’t nude, wearing a revealing one piece strappy thing, she was the hottest one in the bar.
She let go of the pole and walked around to stand in front of Jager. His face when he realized it was her was almost hilarious. His eyes grew wide, and he scanned the crowd for Phil, coming up short because the lights were so bright. When Tatum smiled at him, and threw her head back laughing, he couldn’t help but laugh too. Fuck, she was beautiful, and now that he knew it was her, he began to grow hard. He didn’t want the club seeing that and was glad he was sitting. She lowered herself onto her knees in front of him, facing the crowd. Her head rolled back and rested on his crotch and he knew then that she knew the effect she was having on him.
She turned to face him, propping herself up on her toes and he knew that the view the audience had was life changing. Her knowing smile nearly had him coming undone. When she stood and wrapped her legs around his waist, straddling him, he tried to shift himself so that he wasn’t poking into her, growing by the second, but she wouldn’t let him. She ran the tip of her nose slowly up the side of his neck and he couldn’t help it, he moaned. No one beside her would have heard it over the rhythmic pumping of the bass in the song, but the look in her eyes when she looked at him again told him she was feeling the same way.
She curled herself backwards, in an impossibly flexible movement, reaching under the chair and slithering down so that she was no longer on top of Jager, but
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Jagers Birthday happened to fall while he was visiting. Tatum invited the men, their groupies, and all of her dancers and henchmen to her main club. It was insane. The girls were all dancing, everyone was drinking. It was one of the rowdiest times the club had ever been. All of the strippers were vying for his attention, wanting to give him ‘birthday gifts.’ A part of Tatum wondered why he didn’t take them up on their offers, and a part of her hoped it was because of her.
She felt conflicted about her new found interest in Jager. He was so broken. She wasn’t a relationship type person. But the way he looked at her. The way he made her feel. It had her insides doing things that she didn’t know they could do.
It may have been the excessive amount of alcohol she’d consumed that made her do it, or that she just wanted to get it out of her system. She encouraged one of her girls to ‘treat’ Phil in one of the backrooms. It took little convincing as two of them tag teamed him.
The fact that Tatum had grown up in a strip club didn’t come as a surprise to anyone. She was renowned for her moves when she’d had a few too many. She filled Bobo in on her intentions, leaving out the fact that she would be the entertainment. He escorted Jager to a stage and had him sit on a chair front and center. Jager knew what to expect – somewhat – and proceeded to rub his hands together, awaiting the arrival of a dancer, the smile never leaving his face.
The music cut in, and the crowd erupted. Behind Jager, Tatum descended from a pole that went up into the ceiling. He knew that he wasn’t allowed to turn to see what was happening. Tatum worked her way to the pole that his chair was propped up against. She slid expertly up and down it, wrapping her legs around his neck some of the time, obscuring his view all the time.
The club went wild. The strippers grew jealous at how good she was and the fact that he was letting her touch him, even though he didn’t actually know it was her. Her hair was big and long and her makeup was dramatic and flawless. Although she wasn’t nude, wearing a revealing one piece strappy thing, she was the hottest one in the bar.
She let go of the pole and walked around to stand in front of Jager. His face when he realized it was her was almost hilarious. His eyes grew wide, and he scanned the crowd for Phil, coming up short because the lights were so bright. When Tatum smiled at him, and threw her head back laughing, he couldn’t help but laugh too. Fuck, she was beautiful, and now that he knew it was her, he began to grow hard. He didn’t want the club seeing that and was glad he was sitting. She lowered herself onto her knees in front of him, facing the crowd. Her head rolled back and rested on his crotch and he knew then that she knew the effect she was having on him.
She turned to face him, propping herself up on her toes and he knew that the view the audience had was life changing. Her knowing smile nearly had him coming undone. When she stood and wrapped her legs around his waist, straddling him, he tried to shift himself so that he wasn’t poking into her, growing by the second, but she wouldn’t let him. She ran the tip of her nose slowly up the side of his neck and he couldn’t help it, he moaned. No one beside her would have heard it over the rhythmic pumping of the bass in the song, but the look in her eyes when she looked at him again told him she was feeling the same way.
She curled herself backwards, in an impossibly flexible movement, reaching under the chair and slithering down so that she was no longer on top of Jager, but
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