Live Wire

Chapter 2

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Warnings: language, alcohol, drugs, sex
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. The story is only just beginning, that's all I'm saying.
PS I'm away on a 3 week tour soon so I won't be able to update for some time, hope you understand!

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On Sunday Angie had to work the same shift. Today she was wearing a short black dress with some black pumps and a black lacy garter, so the men had something to hook the bills to. She looked sexy but not too sexy. She couldn't be mistaken for a stripper.

As she was stocking up the bottles behind the bar she saw a familiar group walking in. Mötley Crüe was back. They were talking to Bill, the manager, who was leading them to the same VIP area as the day before. She saw Vince talking to Bill as he pointed at his own hair and made a gesture to indicate big boobs. Just then Vince spotted her behind the bar and pointed at her, a playful smirk playing on his lips. Angie just smiled in response and gave a little wave. Where they asking for her? She couldn't believe they'd actually ask for her, let alone remember anything from last night.

Bill approached her with a smile.
"They want you, Phoebe. I think you made a good impression last night. Well done." He said and patted her shoulder. She was stunned, but also stoked. She needed the god damn money.  "Same drinks as last night. I guess you know what they like by now."
Indeed she did. They had started off with some beers yesterday but soon they'd only stick to the stronger stuff. Whiskey and vodka. She filled the big golden platter they only used for the VIPs with bottles of liquor and a couple of beers. She took a deep breath, stood up straight, made her cleavage a little more prominent and started walking to the crew.

"There she is!" Nikki yelled excitedly as he spotted her. Earning a whistle from Tommy and another "Hello, baby." From Vince.
"Good evening, boys." She smiled and placed the drinks down on the table, leaning forward so the men had a good view.
"Looking fucking hot tonight, baby." Vince said as he checked her out.
"This dude wouldn't shut up about you." Tommy said.
Angie just chuckled and felt a little blush creeping up her cheeks. Wait, was she blushing? It was her job for heavens sake. But to know that this guy who could literally get every girl he wanted, wouldn't stop talking about her gave her a bit of a confident boost. She quickly pulled herself together again and stood up straight.
"Are your girlfriends here tonight?" Tommy asked, referring to Lola and Sharon.
"Lola is off tonight I'm afraid, but Sharon is here. Would you like me to get her for you?"
"In a few minutes." The drummer replied and lit a cigarette.
"Sharon, it's that blonde chick, right?" Vince asked. "I liked her." He grinned.
"This motherfucker is into blondes." Tommy laughed.
"That's why he's blonde himself." Nikki added, laughing at his own joke. Even  Mick joined in for a bit.
"Shut up, dude." Vince said, looking annoyed at Nikki.
"Why don't you guys get up close to the stage tonight? Natalia is up tonight and she's really good, I know you'd all like her." Angie said, pointing at the pole on the stage. "I can get you first row seats."
"Oh, hell yeah we're up for that!" Nikki responded.
"You know us real good, don't ya?" Vince said and took a shot of vodka from Mick who had poured them all some.
"I guess I have a general idea of what you like, yeah." She laughed.
"Well then you must know I like you." He said and leaned forward, being able to get his hands on her. "I like this little thing." He hooked his finger around the garter. "Is that so all of us pervs can give you all that dirty money?"
"Maybe." She shrugged and tried to look innocent.
"I can tell you, honey," The blonde said and pulled her closer to him by her thigh, wrapping his arms around her waist as she was in better reach and planted her sideways on his lap, "We don't mind spending some dollars, and neither do our friends that are joining us later."
"That's good to know. I like generous men." She answered, as Vince buried his face in her neck.
"You smell so damn good, you know that?" He said, planting some kisses behind her ear and running one hand up in her hair.
"Thank you." She replied, pushing him away a little. She wasn't sure how far she was allowed to take this. Touching was tolerated up to a certain point but kissing, she wasn't sure.
"So, you still won't dance for me then? You're already on my fucking lap." He said, looking at her pretty face.
"I'm just here to serve drinks." Angie replied.
"Can you serve me a drink?" Nikki asked, sitting on the red leather sofa with his legs spread wide.
"Of course, what do you want, big boy?" She asked, getting up from the singer's lap.
"A shot of whiskey, but from between right there." He said and pointed at her breasts. She looked down for a second and back up at him, he was grinning widely and held up a $10 bill.
"Dude, that's sick!" Tommy laughed next to him, playfully slapping his arm.