When Bronx said the waitresses were hot, he wasn’t kidding. They were dressed in black booty shorts that barely covered their ass cheeks, and they each had different shirts on–some had tight black t-shirts while some wore what could barely pass as a bra. Most were wearing fuck me heels.
“Whoa,” breathed Bronx. “There’s a booth,” he said as he led the way for the rest of us.
The air hummed with anticipation as we made our way through the crowd. An older, short man with a beer gut strode up to our table as soon as we planted our asses in the booth.
“One of our girls will be right with you to get your drink order,” he said with a smile. “And if you’re looking for a little somethingextra, just let me know. I’m the manager here and I do the schedule for the back rooms.”
“Alright...” I said apprehensively.
The guy chuckled and scratched his greasy head, messing up his blonde comb over. “I assume you’re all here to check out our entertainment.” He coughed and ripped a handkerchief out of his jacket pocket, spitting a wad of phlegm in it and tucking it away.
“Entertainment?” Asked Cade.
“Oh, you don’t know?” He bent down to our level and cleared his throat. “Our girls can get a little wild. We have certain clientele we invite to our back rooms for some extra fun. You boys look like just the type to enjoy everything we have to offer here.”
“Fuck yeah,” Cade exclaimed.
My eyes scoped the room, and I noticed a red velvet curtain next to the bar just before the stage. Above the curtain hung a neon cherry sign that danced in the darkness.
“Heh, that’s the spirit. You boys would have a lot of fun, trust me. Our girls will do just about anything for a price.” He pointed at the curtain. “Rooms are back that way. Let me know when you’re interested and I’ll get you scheduled. I’ll be around here somewhere. Name’s Charlie.” He pulled a toothpick from the front pocket of his cheap suit jacket and put it between his teeth before he shuffled off to corner another patron.
“Well, that was fucking weird,” said Axel. “That didn’t happen when I came here with Austin last week.”
“I’m down for it, whatever that may be,” Bronx said, his face lit up like a kid on Christmas. His stare bounced around to all the different people, landing on the ass of the waitress who was bent over talking to the table across from us.
She was explaining the drink menu to a guy who was obviously bullshitting her to get her to stand closer to him. I couldn’t hear what they were saying due to the thumping of the dance music blaring overhead. He placed his hand on the back of the waitress’s thigh and she gently but firmly removed it and stiffened her spine.
Her deep brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and it swished as she spoke to the customers with enthusiasm. I saw the glint of light reflect off the numerous piercings that went up both ears. She wore a cropped, lacy black tank top that stopped just below her bra, which was completely visible through the lace. I followed down to the silky, fair skin of her back, soaking in its smoothness. She had a tattoo of a swallow on her side–the tail swirled into a circle and the feathers were tinged with dark blues and purples. Her plump ass filled in–and almost fell out of–the black uniform shorts she was squeezed into. I could pick that ass out of a lineup.
She looked different than the other waitresses.
My eyes continued trailing down and I stopped once I got to her long legs.
Fucking. Fishnets.
Followed by worn-out combat boots.
She smiled at her customers as they finished placing their order. She flipped her notepad to a fresh sheet as she turned to greet us. My suspicions were confirmed when she started to welcome us, and then the smile fell from her face and her eyes locked on mine.
Ashtyn fucking Hawthorne.
2
Ashtyn
Typical.
I was used to everything in my life going to shit, so when I turned away from the handsy college bro to greet my new table, I couldn’t say I was surprised to see West Moretti, his brother Bronx, and their friends Cade and Axel sitting in my section.
Of course, this would happen. This is my life. Typical.
“Welcome to…” I cleared my throat to hide my surprise. “Aces.”
My eyes locked on West’s and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t pull them away.
His messy brown hair that was longer on top flopped over his forehead, threatening to impede his smoldering stare. Deep, dark brown eyes burned right through me, like he could see inside my head. His stupidly sexy smirk crept up his full lips as he registered that I would be serving him for the evening.
The asshole was one of the hottest guys I’d ever seen in person. The jerk who took my virginity two years ago. He was reminiscent of the men in the books I read–hot as sin and dangerous as fuck.