Chapter Two
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I walked back into the changing booth and took my high heels off, unclipping my lacy bra, I was about to take it off completely when I realized my actual bra wasn't in here.
"MARIA!" I screamed, holding my lacy stripper bra up with my arm. I heard giggling so I stormed out of the changing booth and spotted Maria holding it by the strap.
"Looking for this? I never noticed you had such big boobs Crystal, if I were a guy I'd probably be only attracted to you for the boobs and ass, everything else about you is nasty." Maria said, her face scrunching up in disgust.
I glared daggers at her, not taking her insults seriously. She is just trying to get on my nerves. "Just give it back Maria!"
"Ah Ah Ah, I don't think so." She giggled then chucked it out the back door, in the rain.
"You f*****g b***h! I need that!" I shouted.
"Oops. I guess you'll have to not wear a bra then." She said, cackling, then walked out to the stage to preform.
I stormed back into the dressing room and took my lacy bra the rest of the way off, I grabbed the lacy sea green bra that was on the bench and put it on, I took my lacy panties off too and threw on the sea green underwear. I grabbed the red high heels and put them on also. When I finished I walked out of the changing booth and bumped into Melody, she hissed at me.
I rolled my eyes and we both walked out of the backstage so we could serve people their drinks and s**t. "Angel, this order is for table 3." Rick told me, handing me two drinks.
I turned and went to table 3, seeing those two smokin' hot guys sitting there talking. I guess they aren't interested in who's preforming now.
I walked up to their table with pure confidence and set their drinks down. They both stopped talking and looked up at me, smiling a toothy smile. "Hey Angel, you sure seem to know what you're doing up on that stage."
I shrugged. "I mean it's kind of my thing, I have to know what I'm doing. Besides you two are both the hottest guys that we've ever had come in here."
They both shared a look and then they looked at me. "Who's hotter, me or Tyler?" I looked at him then I looked at Tyler. They're both pretty damn hot but I know who's hotter.
"Tyler." I said, he looked surprised and Tyler laughed at him.
"You have hurt me Angel. Now I need a kiss to make it better." He said, smirking at Tyler.
"That would be $2." I shrugged. Tyler's eyes nearly bugged out of his head when I said that.
"You'll actually kiss him?" He asked, staring at his friend.
"Yeah. For $2."
Tyler and I watched as his friend pulled out $2 and handed it to me. He stood up and that's when I realized how tall he was, he was about 2-3 inches taller than me.
"You would not kiss him, I can't believe I'm about to witness this." Tyler said.
I leaned forward and kissed him, he kissed back but the kiss only lasted 3 seconds. I pulled back and he had this look of accomplishment on his face, I raised a brow but told myself that I shouldn't bother.
"I got the picture! Oh my god that was so epic. You actually kissed him." Tyler grinned.
I rolled my eyes. "I better get going, I have more tables to serve." With that I walked away from the two weirdos and went to Rick.
Rick gave me a weird look but didn't say anything which I'm grateful for, instead he just gave me more things to serve. I took the things and walked off to table 7.
I set the drinks down and winked at the guys who are sitting at the table. The hottest one at the table licked his lips, clearly finding me hot. "I saw the move you did up on the stage, that was a major turn on." He said huskily.
"Well I do what I gotta do. It's my job sweet-cake." I smiled, my teeth sparkling from the lighting, suddenly something made him growl an inhuman growl which made me stop smiling and stare at him in concern. "Sir, are you okay?" I asked with full concern, he might only be 2-3 years older than me but I don't wanna be charged with time in jail for doing something to him.
"What's your name?" He asked, avoiding my question.
"Angel." I said. Even us strippers have our morals, we don't tell anyone our real names because it gives away our identity and nobody should know our real names unless they're our family or our bosses.
"No, I wanna know your real name." He spoke calmly but his expression had other plans.
"I can't tell you that." I said in a hushed tone before turning on my high heels and walking away from that creep. What did he want from me? Everyone knows you shouldn't ask for a strippers real name when they're at work. I shuttered at the thought of him and looked over my shoulder to see if he's staring at me, he wasn't.
I noticed Tyler and Tristan were glaring daggers at him and he was glaring right back at them.
They definitely have conflict going on between them that I happened to be right in the middle of.
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