Locked On

Chapter 1

Bluebell
Generally speaking, men don't visit the Midnight Lounge for good clean fun. They're always after a 'special deal' trying to be the exception to the no sex rule. The sad thing is most of the girls here eagerly give out 'happy endings' in the private rooms and Mr Montarrio couldn't care less. We aren't prized possessions to him and he frequently lets us all know how expendable we are. He only cares that we keep the men coming back.

"Venus and Charity you're on next girls," Casey calls as she enters the small dressing room with her clipboard.

I slip on the ridiculously high hot pink stilettos and head towards the door that leads out to the stage. The stale smell of sweat, beer and cigarette smoke hits me the second I step out of the dressing room. Charity flicks her platinum blonde hair in my face as she shoves past me. I walk down the giant T shaped platform and take to the pole on the left as Charity takes the one on the right.

"Venus, Venus, Venus" I hear the men calling out my stage name as my hips start to sway and grind to the rhythm of Beyoncé's Dance for You. I always try to lose myself in the music to help me ignore the way my skin prickles under the leering gaze of the men watching from the sides of the stage. The men howl and holler as they throw their money onto the stage during my routine. My bright blue hair and tattooed body sets me apart from the other girls and I became one of Mr Montarrio's highest earners as I quickly gained regulars. As the song comes to an end I finish my routine and throw my black leather crop top back on. I scoop the money up from the stage to stuff it in my top and g-string before leaving the stage.

"Venus that was your last dance for the night hun. Go out serve and see if you can pick up any lap or private dances," Casey calls out to me as I walk back into the dressing room. I throw a pair of black jean shorts on the barely cover my ass and head out into the bar to serve drinks to the tables. The men know they can request private room dances or lap dances from any of the girls walking around on the floor. I rarely get asked to go back to a private room as all the regular men know I don't give out 'happy endings' and they'll only get a good clean show from me.

"Hey Josie, got any tables for me?" I ask the busty brunette behind the bar. She keeps track of the tables that haven't been waited on and gives us areas to cover on the floor. She's also the only girl in this joint that I would consider a friend. The other dancers are all out for themselves and definitely aren't above literally stabbing you to steal a good pay day.

"Yeah baby the back right section hasn't got a girl on it right now" she replies as I flick my eyes to the area and the tables are empty except one with four guys on it.

"Josie" I groan at her knowing that I won't get much in ripe from such a dismal section.

"I know girl I know, but all the other sections are covered and you know how territorial those girls get. The night is still young hopefully it'll pick up for you" she smiles apologetically at me.

I head over to the table and serve the boys there a round of beers that they don't tip me for. One asks for a lap dance but only tips me a $20 for it.

"Fucking cheap" I mutter as I head back to the bar.

"Girl you in luck tonight! The Sons just walked in the door. You know them boys are big tippers! Go get them," Josie squeals excitedly at me pointing me in the direction of the Sons of Lucifers members that are making their way towards my section. They were an infamous motorcycle club that were known to be up to some shady shit but Josie was right those boys were loaded with cash and are generous tippers.

I plaster a seductive look across my face as I draw near the tables they've sat at, "What can I do for you boys tonight?"