Real Vampires: Glory Does Vegas by Bartlett, Gerry (white hot kiss TXT) 📕

Can’t wait. I just hope our dancers can keep up.” I saw Tiffany stumble again. “Is it hard to find good dancers?”

“Off the strip? Topless? Almost impossible. I’m paying these dames pretty good, plus they have the chance to pick up change from the photo ops.” Manny frowned when Tiffany wiped away a tear. “That new one is a looker, but can’t dance for shit. I’d hate to replace her.”

“Give her time. She’s nervous.” I stared at her and read her mind. Country girl who’d never done more than dance in a recital back home. This was making her so nervous she couldn’t tell her right foot from her left.

“Donna, what do you think a shot of something from the bar would do for Tiffany? She’s wound really tight.”

Donna grinned. “Bring us both a shot. I’ll make her drink it.”

“Drink? Alcohol? Oh, I couldn’t.” Tiffany flushed. “I was raised strict. In the church.”

“One drink won’t hurt you, hon, and might relax you. Trust me on this.” Donna nodded and I hurried away to get the bourbon Donna liked. It was no secret the dancer had a shot or two before she danced. Who could blame her? Dancing topless in front of strangers? Nerve-racking.

We toasted Tiffany then watched her wince as she downed the drink like she was taking medicine. Donna sighed. “Thanks, Gloria. That was the good stuff. Tiffany, report to Mae for makeup. She’ll cover those tits with her stardust. That’ll help you feel like you’re wearing something on them. Then get dressed. You’ll see. Glory made us a fun dance. Move to the music and you’ll forget those guys are out there watching. The lights are in your eyes, too. That helps. I love being part of a good show.”

“I hope I do, too.” Tiffany eyed the empty shot glass. “That stuff didn’t taste half bad.” She ripped off her t-shirt and walked up to Mae. “Reporting for boob makeup.”

Mae smiled. “I’ve got you, honey.” She picked up a sponge. “Why you’re the whitest white I’ve ever seen. “Cream Number Three for you.” She began to spray it over Tiffany’s full breasts which were pert and entirely natural if the way they moved when she shivered was any indication.

“That’s cold.” She giggled. “When do I get the fairy dust?”

“Fairy dust?” Donna laughed. “Drunk on one shot. She’s going to need a keeper.”

I was very afraid Donna was right. I had to start my shift but I was aware that a novice like Tiffany was just the kind of girl Dom would notice. She was young, fresh and her blood had that divine smell of a rare type. I was still fighting my fangs and I’d had more than enough of Jerry’s blood recently. If Dom got near this sweet young thing? Well, I didn’t want to think about her future if I didn’t watch out for her.

10

Iwas so busy taking drink orders, I didn’t have time to worry about the second dance until the music started. The lights went low except for those on the stage. That heavy beat made some of the men in the audience shout out with approval. I stepped back against the wall.

“This is new.” Dom slipped in next to me with a vampire’s talent for stealth. I hadn’t heard him coming over the loud music but I’d smelled him instantly.

“I just came up with it. Tell me what you think after they’re done.” I focused on the stage. Tiffany was staying next to Donna, half a beat behind the rest of the girls. She stumbled once, but she covered by adding a cute little hip thrust.

“I see we’ve added a new girl.” Dom had noticed of course. “Not much of a dancer but a beauty.”

“Yes. That’s Tiffany.” I dragged my gaze from the stage long enough to look at him. “She’s innocent, Dom. Leave her alone.”

“Are you really telling me, your boss, what to do?” His smile wasn’t amused. “What are you not telling me about her?” He stared, obviously trying to read my mind. “Now I’m intrigued. I’ll have to see her after the show. Welcome her personally to the club. Like I did you.” He laughed when the brunette did her backbend. “Oh, my. Now we’re doing acrobatics. I may have to expand the stage.”

I shook my head. The crowd was going crazy, loving every move. Even when Tiffany gave up doing the choreography and just stood there shaking her hips with her hands over her boobs, it didn’t seem to matter. Donna danced over to her and at least the hands came down. What a fiasco. But they all ended the song together and the applause and wolf whistles were deafening. A hit. As long as the dancers were topless and those little skirts had come off to reveal tiny G-strings, the men were happy.

“I’d say it needs some work, but the audience loved it. Tiffany, you say. She looks pale enough to be one of us. How interesting.” Dom strolled over to where the dancers were leaving the stage to mingle with the audience. He was there to help Tiffany down the steps, murmuring something to her.

I stayed busy taking drink orders and didn’t have time to watch what happened next. I had a full tray of empties and was headed for the bar when Donna put a hand on my back.

“Did you see that?” She waved at the bartender. “Give me a shot of my regular.”

“See what?” I slid the tray into an empty tub and got busy picking up my new orders.

“Dom took Tiffany back to his office after he helped her into his jacket. I think he was just in time. She was horrified at having to walk around topless and was about to bolt.” Donna grabbed the shot the bartender slid to her and downed it. “She’ll be sorry. I’ve already made some serious cash.” She turned to go.

“Wait. Where’s Tiffany now?” I couldn’t do a thing about it though. I