Nurturing Britney (Surrender Book 7) by Becca Jameson (inspirational novels .TXT) 📕

went by her place to pick up some of her things. It’s been tossed.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, the stakes went higher. That’s when I texted you.”

“Let’s go check this fine establishment out then.”

I walk next to Blade as we approach, and it only takes a few minutes to pay our entrance fee. By the time we’re seated, I’m struggling to contain my aggravation. I’m actually seething at the thought of Britney ever being inside this club, let alone dancing.

There are currently three women on the stage. All are wearing nothing but G-strings. The lighting is dim, naturally. Several men are sitting in front of the stage holding up dollar bills.

We’ve taken seats farther back, but it only takes a few moments for a tall, slender woman to approach and slide her hand across my shoulders. She leans in close, letting her huge fake tits hang in front of my face. Thick locks of her black wig fall across her shoulders.

I’m a dude. I like tits. But I’ve never seen the attraction in places like this.

“Hey there,” she drawls. “I’m Licorice. Interested in a private dance?”

I shake my head. “Actually, I was hoping to see a particular dancer I saw last time I was here.”

Licorice gives me a fake pout and twirls a lock of fake black hair. “What’s she look like, honey? Maybe she’s backstage.”

“She’s short. Super long hair. Cute round face. Blue eyes.” I lean back a bit to avoid this woman’s perfume.

She chuckles. “Cotton Candy? That girl?” She rolls her eyes dramatically. “Why do men always want to tap that? I seriously don’t get it. Sure, her hair is amazing—and real by the way—but she has no tits, no curves, and no interest in having implants. Plus,” the woman leans in closer again, “you’re wasting your time. She doesn’t do privates. No one here has seen her snatch. And…” Licorice runs a finger along my brow, “…you’re not going to believe this…”

“Try me.” I’m close to grabbing this woman’s arm and tossing her off me.

“She’s a virgin.”

My eyes bug out. I can’t stop them. Whether or not this information is true, I’m still stunned.

Licorice laughs. “Right? Hard to believe. But trust me, everyone who works here knows it. The bossman never lets her out of his sight while she’s working either. Hands off. Looking, no touching. She’s got special privileges, as if being a virgin is something to be proud of.”

I swallow.

Blade interjects. “I heard she can dance though. Is she here tonight?”

Licorice backs up and moves over to Blade. Thank God. She straddles one of his thighs and rubs her crotch against his black jeans. Her tits bounce with every move. There is no doubt she’s sexy and good at her job. “She’s a good enough dancer.” Licorice shrugs. “She isn’t here tonight though. Didn’t show up last night either.”

“Damn. I was hoping to get to see her,” Blade says.

“Got a hair fetish?” Licorice jokes. “I’ve got longer wigs backstage if you like that kind of thing.”

Blade chuckles, though I know he’s faking. “Thanks, but I’m good.”

Licorice backs off with a pout. She cups her breasts and jiggles them. “If you men change your mind and decide you’d like a lap dance from someone with more than a handful of tits, flag me down.” She spins and moves on to the next guy.

Blade leans in closer. “You failed to mention several things.” He smirks.

I shrug.

“What’s with the hair? How long is it?”

“Past her ass.”

“Fuck me. Color?”

“Combination of blonds and browns.” I keep my voice level.

“And her tits?”

That’s the last straw. I jerk my head to face him. “Can we not discuss Britney’s body please?”

Blade chuckles as he leans back. He rubs his chin and stares at me. “Now I get it. You’re into her.”

I look away. “I’m not fucking into her. I just met her. I’m helping her out.”

“Oh, man. You’re so totally into her. I can’t wait to meet her. I should have known from the description. You do tend to go for the petite ones.”

I frown at him. “That’s bullshit.”

He lifts a brow. “Is it?”

I groan and turn away again. He’s right. I like my women petite. Big boobs do nothing for me. A handful is all I need.

“One more question, and then I’ll shut up,” Blade says, leaning closer. “Did you know she was a virgin?”

“No.” I’m still reeling from that detail. I’m also wondering if it’s true. As skittish as she is, it’s possible, I suppose. But what twenty-two-year-old stripper could possibly still be a virgin?

“Makes sense then.”

“What does?” I ask.

“If the owner is super-protective of her, I’ll bet he’s been looking for a buyer for a while. Petite woman. Small breasts. Long hair. Virgin? He could get big money for her and claim she’s younger than she is.”

I grit my teeth and jerk my face in his direction again. “That’s why we’re here.”

“The question is, has any money changed hands yet? If he’s already sold her, she’s in a heap of trouble. If not, he might be able to let her go and move on.”

Suddenly the bouncer I saw working the entrance is looming over me. His arms are crossed. Feet planted wide. I look up at him. Fuck. “Owner wants to talk to you,” he says. “Follow me.”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck. I glance at Blade who starts to stand.

The bouncer shakes his head. “Not you. This one.” He points at me.

“What’d I do?” I ask. This is not good. There are only two of us and we have no backup to get out of this situation.

The guy smirks. “Probably wants to offer you a fucking job. You’re a big guy. It happens.”

I rise, praying it’s that simple. It’s a bit too coincidental that Blade and I have been sitting here inquiring about Britney five minutes before the owner hones in on me. I look around and see that Licorice is now straddling her next customer. She hasn’t had a chance to rat me out to her boss. So, unless the table we’re sitting at is