Dance For Me

Slow Motion

*Cassidy POV*

Shutting locker 11, I take a deep breath of the overly perfumed air. It feels good to be back, even though I was only gone for eight days.

"Hey birdy" I look to my left, seeing Storm with an unlit cigarette hanging from her lips

"Hi Storm" I adjust my bright red bra, running a hand along the braids in my hair to make sure they're still neat

"Daniel wants you at the bar before you start" I nod my head as Storm leaves out the back door.

I strut out of the locker room and men start hollering as they see me.

"She's back!"

"Dove, looking sexy as ever!"

"Finally!"

I laugh as I shake my head. I must really have a lot of fans here.

I walk up the VIP steps to see Corbyn and Daniel arguing between the bar. I quickly scurry over to break it up.

"Who cares? We have Dove back, just leave her there"

"I can't just leave her there! I have to at least talk to her-" Corbyn starts to argue back until he sees me walk up beside him

"Aye! There she is! Welcome back" Daniel smiles brightly which makes me laugh

"Thank you" I lean onto the bar top beside Corbyn. He looks at me with a sparkle in his eye, but I can tell he's still pissed off.

"Wanna take a ride with me?" He places a hand on my bare back, warming up my cold body with his furnace like heat

"Where are we going?" I stand up straight, seeing Daniel roll his eyes

"I gotta go talk to Trixi, Rocky saw her on a street corner with a bunch of other prostitutes. I at least want to talk to her, see if her old pimp got to her" Corbyn looks worried, but with all the shit Trixi put me through, I couldn't care less

"I'll come" I spin back on my red heels to head to the locker room, but Corbyn grabs my hand.

He guides me towards his office and I wonder what's happening.

"Here, it didn't fit my sister, so I thought maybe you could fit it" Corbyn hands me some red silk fabric. I hold it out in front of me and see a short red dress, still with the price tag on it.

"Your sister spent a grand on this?"

"Something like that" Corbyn puts on his black suit jacket.

I catch him staring when I shimmy on the small dress. I smooth it down and feel kinda badass. The dress goes just above my knees and has a wrinkled look to it. The string straps and deep open back makes me feel like a goddess.

"Perfect fit" Corbyn smiles as he pulls the tag off in one swift movement. He hands me the trench coat I wore to his condo and then we're out the door.

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"Are you glad to be back?" Corbyn smiles as we scope out the streets for Trixi

"I wouldn't even consider myself back yet, my first shift is looking for Trixi" I keep my eyes on the sidewalk for the chubby red head

"Whoa, calm down, don't have to seem so eager to dance on a pole for hundreds of men" Corbyn chuckles, quickly pulling to the side of the road

"There she is, what's the plan?" I point out the girl in ripped fishnets and a fuzzy lined jean jacket.

"You wait in the car-"

"Hell no, I didn't sit on my ass looking for her just to be stuck in the car" Corbyn chuckles as I open my door and hop out. I pull the jacket closed as the wind is freezing.