The Protectors: Slade Part 19

"Who has a large gun and knows how to shoot," Jared cut in.

"There is that," Sid added, the seriousness in his tone not missed by anyone.

"Shut up!" Slade hissed. "And keep this line clear, dammit."

The three apologized with sorry' before the line went silent.

Chapter 18.

"I'm Cherry." The beautiful redhead grinned, and then flipped her red hair. "I know, not very original, but the men love it. So, is Lola your stage name?"

Jill nodded. "Not very original." She scrunched her nose with a smile.

"It's fine," she laughed, rolling her eyes. "Most of these men don't care what our names are anyway, but if they like you, then they request you by name."

Jill sat on a small stool, setting her bag down. "So how does this work exactly?" When Cherry looked over at her, Jill cleared her throat. "I've worked at some pretty s.h.i.tty clubs, nothing compared to this."

Cherry nodded. "It's very different. Unless you have a request right away from a regular, you get a.s.signed. Men will either request you to dance on their table or Hicks will a.s.sign you a table."

"Hicks?" Jill asked, her eyes roaming around watching the women get ready and wondered if she should also. Talk about feeling out of place. This was so far from her comfort zone, Jill felt like she was having an out-of-body experience.

"Yeah, you'll meet him." Cherry frowned, rolling fishnet stockings up her legs. "He's okay, but likes to touch."

"I thought no one was allowed to touch us." Jill frowned, not liking this at all. If someone actually touched her, she would have to keep control by not kicking his a.s.s.

Cherry laughed. "We have security out there." She nodded her head the way Jill had come in. "But back here, we fend for ourselves with some of the staff. Though Hicks might not mess with you."

"Yeah, well, I hope not." Jill stood back up, nervous energy flowing through her body.

"Hey, Pixie!" Cherry yelled.

A pretty girl with long blonde hair turned, her golden eyes glowed. "What?"

"Hicks bother you anymore?" Cherry turned, focusing on adjusting her b.o.o.bs.

"Not since I threatened to tear his throat out." Pixie smiled, baring sharp fangs.

All the women laughed and Pixie winked. "You'll be fine, breed, just flash him some fang. He'll leave you alone."

Jill gave a shaky laugh.

"You'll be fine," Cherry grinned. "Just don't get caught back here alone. Now, get changed. We're about ready to go on."

Her stomach pitched violently and she prayed to G.o.d she didn't vomit again. "Where's the bathroom?"

"Back there, honey, but hurry." Cherry fluffed her hair. "Hailey hates when we go on stage late."

Jill nodded, hurrying toward the bathroom, trying not to kill herself with her d.a.m.n high heels. Why women wore the d.a.m.n things was beyond her. She was going to burn them as soon as she was finished with this job and enjoy every minute of it. Once inside, she locked the door and wobbled to the sink to glare into the mirror, her stomach pitching violently.

"Jill, you okay?" Sloan's voice sounded in her ear.

Before Jill could say anything, nausea hit her hard and she turned, running to the toilet. The groans sounding off in her ear let her know they were getting an awesome look and audio of her vomiting. Once she was finished, she went to the sink, rinsed her mouth out before checking her makeup.

"Jill..." This time it was Slade's voice.

"I'm fine." Jill smoothed her hair down, unb.u.t.toned her blouse and began to undress.

"Well, I'd just like to say I'm glad I missed that little performance with the toilet bowl on the monitor, yet still, it sounded absolutely disgusting." Sid's voice filled her ear.

"Hey, Sid." Jill kept her voice low.

"Yeah, hon." Sid's voice turned serious as if he was there if she needed him.

"Shut the f.u.c.k up." The laughter made her feel better, as if they were in the room and everything was going to be okay. "And, Sloan, I want a raise...a big one when I start getting paid."

Laughter echoed in her ear as she opened the door and walked out. More women, who Jill figured had been out the front dancing when she came in, filled the back dressing room. A large man stood in the middle holding a sheet of paper, his eyes scanning the women.

"Hot d.a.m.n, Lola." Cherry pulled her over after Jill shoved her clothes in her bag. "I love that outfit. Where'd you get it and what colors did it come in."

"You can talk girl c.r.a.p after your shift, Cherry." The man had walked up, his eyes checking Jill out as if she was his next snack. "Who are you?"

"Lola." Jill kept her voice firm. She knew this guy's type. He fed on the weak.

His eyes grossly ran over her body again before searching his paper. "You take table six. Everybody else has their regulars except for Monica who is at table three, and Pepper you're at table eight."

"Ah, sorry about your luck." A woman, with short black hair patted her on the arm. "He's in rare form tonight."

"George?" Cherry frowned, shaking her head. "Well, hey, he might be good for your first night to break you in. He doesn't demand much other than talking."

"Talking?" Jill acted like the newbie she was. "We didn't do much talking with the customers at the other clubs I've worked for."

"These men are rich and pay good money, so if they want to talk...we talk. They want us to dance...we dance and if they want us to f.u.c.k...we f.u.c.k, but after hours and away from here." Cherry laughed at Jill's face. "Got to pay the bills, honey. But that last part, the f.u.c.king part, is not required."

"Good to know," Jill nodded, following the women and wondering briefly if Sloan somehow managed for her be at George's table. If so, he was d.a.m.n good.

"Hey, don't knock it," a woman who was walking past grinned. "And Monica, you've got a gorgeous vampire at your table. I tried the f.u.c.king thing after hours with his hot a.s.s, but he didn't bite. No pun intended."

The women laughed. Jill joined in, knowing she was talking about either Duncan or Damon.

"I'm up for the challenge." Monica pushed her b.o.o.bs up, fluffed her hair and licked her lips. "Once you go vampire, it's hard to find a good f.u.c.k with your own kind."

"You ready?" Cherry smiled at her.

"Yes," Jill replied, smiling back, but her hands were clenched so tightly, she felt one of her press-on nails bend.

"You'll do great, girl, and remember security is thick out there, so any problems, just let them know." Cherry squeezed her arm before they exited the back room and walked onto a stage.

Jill followed, but stopped when Cherry did. The women were all positioned on the stage. A man's voice filled the room and Jill had no idea what he was saying, nor did she care. She did, however, place a s.e.xy smile on her face as she scanned the room. She found Duncan and Damon right away; they were both looking at her. She followed Damon's eyes as he looked away toward a man, George Groper. The tables they sat at were round and large, with a gold-plated stripper pole going through the center to the ceiling. Every table had one chair with one man. Small steps were placed for the girls to climb up on the table.

As the women moved, Jill once again followed. She watched closely and imitated Cherry, swaying her hips provocatively, praying she didn't fall on her face. She really should have been trained to walk in the d.a.m.n shoes.

"Just follow me. Your table is to the right of mine," Cherry said over her shoulder with a smile. Soft, s.e.xy instrumental music played as they walked down the steps from the large stage and to their tables.

Jill sashayed to her table, her eyes meeting George's for the first time. He picked his gla.s.s up, taking a long drink, his eyes looking her up and down. He looked younger than in his picture and actually handsome, but there was something about his eyes that bothered her. A somewhat haunted look.

Climbing the three small steps carefully, Jill glanced to see the other women posed on the pole and stand perfectly still. She followed, doing the same thing. Looking down at George, he had his phone out sending a text. Her eyes shot to Damon, who glanced away from the woman at his table to her, but for a brief second, his eyes shot to George then away. Within seconds, the music started. It was a seductive beat of music. Jill began to move her body, but she felt like she was going to hyperventilate.

"Jill, slow your breathing," Slade's voice soothed in her ear. "You are doing great. Try to bend so we can get a shot of his phone when he has it out."

Nodding, Jill cursed when she made eye contact with George. He was probably wondering what the h.e.l.l she was nodding at. She gave him a shy smile, but he didn't smile back. She had no clue how long she danced, but in all honesty, she had to respect the women around her. This was d.a.m.n hard work. Some songs were slow and seductive, while others were fast and grinding. Thinking she was surely failing big time at this mission, she felt a hand on her leg. Looking down, George waved someone to bring a chair. Jill carefully stepped down, her feet throbbing as George stood, holding the chair out for her. She noticed a few other girls sitting talking with the men they were dancing for.

He downed the rest of his drink, raising the empty gla.s.s to the waitress before sitting down. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Lola," Jill said in her s.e.xiest voice, smiling shyly, wondering if he liked the shy-girl routine. Until she figured it out, she'd play that part.

"Nice to meet you, Lola. I'm George." He nodded at her, and then looked at his phone. "What would you like to drink?"

Looking up at the waitress, Jill frowned, not knowing what to order.

"All the girls have a two drink maximum." She smiled down at Jill, realizing she was new.

"Oh, I'll have what he's having." Jill didn't know what else to say unless she ordered a diet Pepsi, and well, that wasn't s.e.xy and didn't inspire a man to open his soul to her.

George raised his eyebrow to that, but he didn't say anything.

Jill felt sweat bead across her forehead. She honestly didn't know what in the h.e.l.l to say and suddenly wished she was back on the table dancing, which was saying at lot.

"Tonight your first night?" he asked, placing his phone back down before looking at her.

"That obvious, huh?" Jill thanked the waitress when she put her drink in front of her.

"No, not at all. You're very...talented," George laughed, lifting his drink up and taking a swallow. "It's just I usually get the new girls."

Following suit, Jill took a large gulp of the drink the waitress sat in front of her and about spit it back out. Her eyes watered and her throat burned like fire. "Holy s.h.i.t," Jill sputtered as George chuckled, patting her on the back.

"Jesus, Jill, slow down on that stuff," Slade's whispered voice echoed in her ear.

"Are you okay?" George leaned toward her, his smile genuine.

Jill nodded, trying to smile her s.e.xy smile, but failed miserably. "What is that?"

"Jack and c.o.ke," he laughed, shaking his head. "More Jack than c.o.ke mind you. Just take smaller sips and it will go down nice and smooth."

Touching her throat, Jill laughed, "Packs quite a punch."

"That it does." He lifted his drink up with a grin, taking another long swallow.

Once Jill regained her composure, she smiled at George. "So why do they give you the new girls? Why don't you just find one you like and ask for them?"

"No, I'm fine with the new girls." He glanced around. "Just gives me someone new to talk to who doesn't give a s.h.i.t what I'm saying."

"Well, George, my feet are killing me, so thank you for asking me to sit," Jill gave a teasing grunt, putting her elbows up on the table, leaning in.

Giving her a small smile, he texted something else on his phone, a large frown playing across his face. Jill did her best to see, but the angle wasn't right. He slammed his phone down hard on the table then took another drink, almost draining the gla.s.s.

"Sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but work is driving me crazy," he sighed, his eyes searching hers as if looking for some answer to an unasked question. "So what made you decide to do the half-breed gimmick? Good job on the fangs by the way; they look real."

Okay, she was stumped. She heard cursing in her ear, which indicated they weren't going to be much help. Well, this could go one of two ways; he could take her in for being a half-breed or he could not give a s.h.i.t. She was hoping for the not give a s.h.i.t.

"They probably look real because this..." she waved her hand over her face, "is not a gimmick." The cursing in her ear stopped, replaced with dead silence.

"Ah, s.h.i.t." George scooted away from the table. "You need to...you shouldn't be at my table. Do you know who I am?"

Well, s.h.i.t, that didn't go over well. "No, actually, I don't. Should I?" She played dumb.

"I'm Mayor Ferguson's Deputy Mayor." He reached over, draining his gla.s.s, motioning for another.

"Ah..." Jill frowned, also taking a drink, but a much smaller mouthful. This time, she savored the burn in her throat, because she was about to either blow this mission all to h.e.l.l or open it up for a victory in their favor. "So you're one of them. Yeah, maybe I need to switch tables or is that what you've been doing on your phone, calling in the breed roundup team?"

He slammed his gla.s.s down, gaining attention from those around them. Jill's eyes shot to Damon who was ready to stand, but she shook her head slightly. George leaned in toward her. "I'm not like that son of a b.i.t.c.h or his c.u.n.t of a fiancee."

Jill remained silent, listening to Slade in her ear wishing he would be quiet so she could think. This ear thing was a really bad idea. "Dammit, Jill, be careful."

He waited until the waitress set down his drink and left before turning on to her. "I should have been Mayor, not him."

"And you would have done it differently?" Jill chuckled, shaking her head, hoping to h.e.l.l her hunch about George paid off. "This war on half-breeds has ruined my life. Why do you think I'm slinking around at night working in dark clubs, dancing for strangers half-naked? I had a great job working in a finance office, but because of your boss, the Mayor's Stop the Breeding of Half-breeds' campaign, I can't even walk down the street without the fear of being locked away."

When he didn't say anything, but simply stared at her, draining his gla.s.s, Jill figured she'd blown it big time. Dammit, she read him wrong and she'd failed; Sloan was going to be so p.i.s.sed.

"When I signed on with Tom Ferguson, he was actually a pretty stand-up guy." He glanced down at his phone before continuing as Sloan snorted in Jill's earpiece. "We believed in the same things, wanted the same things for the community and he was a shoe-in to win because of his affiliation with the police force. He talked me into supporting him as his Deputy Mayor. I figured it would help me in my future pursuit in politics, but it only feels like I've sold my soul to the devil."

Jill took another sip of her drink, ignoring the warning from Slade to slow down, but she needed this drink. It was easing her nerves tremendously. "Why do you say that?"

"Because that's who I feel I work for now." George laughed without humor. "I'm so stuck in deep s.h.i.t; I don't know how to get out."

"So quit, resign or whatever a Deputy Mayor would do." Dammit, she wanted to dive deeper into the sold his soul' comment, but didn't want to sound too eager and clue him in.

"I'm in too deep for that now." True fear flashed in his eyes. "No one leaves unless told to leave, and that doesn't happen either. They just disappear."

"What changed everything?" Jill leaned back, taking the drink with her. "You seemed to be on track with the Mayor during his campaign."