Serpentine by J. Kearston

Author:J. Kearston [Kearston, J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: J. Kearston
Published: 2021-08-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Risa

It smells like sweat and horny desperation.

I have to force myself not to wrinkle my nose as I attempt to suppress my senses even more than when we were in town, but I’m seriously struggling. The Friday night crowd has the club full to bursting, and my instincts are raging against the idea of dropping my guard. The only point in my favor is the cage surrounding me as I hover barely above the crowd. All it would take is someone to reach up and they could grab my ankle through the bottom of the bars, but it’s enough to keep the majority at bay.

Maybe I should bring a bike lock tomorrow.

If the door couldn’t be opened by anyone else, it might be easier to drop my guard. Imprisoned, but of my own making, letting the cage act as an extra layer of protection between me and the outside world.

“Hot damn. How the hell am I supposed to be on guard duty with you lookin’ like that?” Bane shouts over the thundering bass as he comes in from circling the building, taking a seat at the table to my right with Stryker and Mason.

There’s a massive stage where the DJ is currently set up to the side, leaving plenty of space for the strippers to work. Unlike some clubs though, Underground only does a few shows a night, and they’re usually in depth acts. The rest of the time it’s simply a place to get hammered, dance, and find your next lay. Ten cages are spread out around the place, ensuring the table area still gets a show this far from the stage and keeping the atmosphere going on the dance floor.

The bar off to the left has a line big enough to keep the bartenders frantic, and the bouncers on their toes, which means even if one of us desperately needed to pee or grab a drink, we’d be shit out of luck. Only way we can get up into these cages is a boost, and asking a rando for help getting down is one of the worst mistakes you can make. At best, you have to deal with a hand on your ass, but after Jessica’s incident where the guy was waiting at her car after her shift, Mindy put her foot down so we never have a repeat of the incident.

Adding an extra sway as I rock my hips, I waggle my eyebrows playfully. “I’m shocked someone didn’t snag it from my locker the first day I missed work, honestly. It’s one of my favorites.”

The silver bikini reflects the low lighting, the thin chain from my choker running a line down my chest to fasten to my top between my breasts. Three matching chains on each of my hips hold the sheer, amethyst swath of fabric in place, the two strips ending just above my ankles. It gives the illusion of a skirt, weightlessly flowing as I dance and drawing the eye. I might not appreciate

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