I have about two hours to learn the bar and floor as best as I can before the doors open and women, and men, but mostly women, came storming into the club ready to get the night going. And just like Kurt warned, it was wild.
The bachelorette party ended up consisting of nearly 30 women. I could be exaggerating that number, but lord it seemed like it with the number of drinks they ordered and how loud they were being. I was supposed to only be working the bar tonight,get me used to one place before that put me on the floor. But with how busy the place got, they needed the extra hands on the floor, waiting on people and sending out orders. Half way through, I fell ready to collapse.
I head to the bar and sit down in an empty seat and let out a breath, letting my body relax and closing my eyes. I have a good 15 minutes to rest before I'm up doing it all over again. Might as well enjoy it while I can.
"I am more out of shape than I thought." I mumble to myself, laying my head on the bar.
"You seem to have a beautiful shape to me Lyla. Very beautiful indeed."
The smooth Irish drawled voice comes from beside me, causing my head to pop up. I find Finn leaning against bar, eyes fixed on me. My eyes roam over his body, biting my lower lip as I take in the sight of this man dressed in a crisp white, button up shirt, perfectly tailored dress pants and jacket, and a black tie around his thick neck. Oh Fuck me.
He looks like he's ready to walk the red carpet, not get up on stage and dance for a bunch of horny, drunk women.
"Like what ya see love?" he teases, smirking at me.
I snap my eyes up to meet his heated gaze. Oh, he really does know exactly what he is doing and the affect he has. I clear my throat, turning away from him.
"Eh, you look okay I guess." I say nonchalantly, trying to play off the tings going through my body.
'You barely know this man woman! Get a grip and stop sexually objectifying him!' I mentally scold myself, furrowing my brows.
"Hey now, what's with da look? Rough night?" Finn moves closer to me to make it easier for me to hear him.
I relax and give him a small smile, "Yeah. I think I underestimated just how crazy this place would get. I'm starting to rethink wanting to do both bar and floor. Thank God I'm not actually supposed to get on stage. I'd die for sure!"
Finn lets out a laugh that is so contagious I have to laugh with him,
"Eh, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it soon. As for the stage, you'd make a killing if you were to get up there on the nights the ladies take over."
Cocking an eyebrow, I look at him like he's grown a second head, "You can't be serious. Me get up there? I'd be laughed off the stage for sure. And I'm not talking about looks. I know I have a sexy body, I love my boobs, hips, ass, and curves. No, I'm talking about the fact that I fact dance to save my life, I'm one of the most uncoordinated, un-graceful people you will ever meet. I trip over air, run into doors, walls, windows, anything. Me trying to get on stage and dance wouldn't be sexy, it'd be a comedy act. Like someone trying to dance on a freshly waxed floor with banana peals. No, nu-huh, not going to happen."
At this point, Finn is nearly doubled over laughing so hard.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up Irish." I say with a roll of my eyes.
"S-sorry, but mental image!" he chokes out through his laughter.
Pursing my lips, I cross my arms in a huff, glaring at him. "You done yet?"
He straightens up, coughing to cover his laugh, "Ye-yes… sorry." he snorts.
I can only shake my head, grinning at how adorable Finn is when he laughs, the big smile that has his whole face lighting up.
"Shouldn't you be getting ready for your big show instead of over here laughing at the new girl?"
He leans in closer to me, so I can feel his hot breath caressing my cheek, the smell of his cologne washes over me, and fuck does he smell good.
"I just wanted to make sure you'd be watching me. I made a few changes that are just for you."
His lips just barely grazing over my cheek, letting his beard scrap my skin. I felt a shiver go down my spine, bumps covering my arms.
Finn pulls back to look me in the eyes, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"You'll be watching, right?"
I can only manage to nod by head, my voice caught in my throat.
"Hey, Balor! You're up!" a voice calls out to Finn from behind us.
Finn backs away, "You better be watchin,"
And with a wink he is strutting away.
Damn that ass looks good in those pants.
"So, you've managed to catch the eye of our Demon. Not an easy task." Xavier says as he leans against the bar, bringing me from my thought.
I stare at the other men with a deer in headlights look, still dazed by what just happened,
"W-what do you mean?" I question in a soft voice.
He shrugs, "Just that, Finn has always been more career oriented. Not just at WWE, but he started his own side business, starting up a gym and health products, that kind of stuff. A lot of the girls who come here, those who work here or otherwise, try to get his attention, but he doesn't give them much thought. There must me something special about you."
I scoff, looking away, "Yeah right, I think he just might be being nice to the new girl. Besides, if he is so career oriented, why would he suddenly change his mind for a girl he barely knows. We've barely talked for 10 minutes. He's probably just being friendly."
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Xavier roll his eyes, "Yeah, okay. Which is why I heard him say he wants you to watch him. I know Finn made a change to his routine tonight. The songs he's picked, if he is dedicated them to you, girl, you best watch yourself."
He doesn't give me time to respond before he is walking away to wait on some more people at the bar. I stand and move closer to the stage when a man, whom I have learned to be Enzo comes out,
"Hey! How you doin'?! Enjoying the show so far ladies?!"
Screams echo the place causing me to flinch at the sound. Enzo laugh, "Alright, alright, alright! Well, next we have a special someone I know you all have been dying to see! He's been gone for a little while, but he is back baby! And if you aren't already, by the end of the night you all will be a bonafied member of the Balor Club! Here he is! You're man, Finn Balor!"
The lights go down and fog begins to roll across the stage and music rings out around the club,
"I'm Your Man... Baby I'm your man!
A single light shines on Finn, showing him standing in the center on the stage, a smirk on his face, tugging on his cuff link. That simple act should not be as sexy as he makes it. His eyes search the crowd until he finds me at the back, near one of the columns.
"Baby I'm your man! Please believe me, please be with me!"
The music picks up and Finn let's go. He rolls his body with the music, thrusting his hips and the whole while the women are going crazy. But he doesn't seem to even notice them. He is completely focused on my, and damn the heat in his gaze has the desired effect he is obviously going for.
With every body roll, Finn bits his lower lip. The thrusting of his hips has me pressing my thighs together to try and ease the dull throbbing of my clit.
Stripping off the jacket and tossing to a random woman in the audience, the only time Finn breaks eye contact with me is when he moves into the crowd. He moves around, gliding across the floor to a very lucky lady wearing a "bride" sash. He takes his tie off, wrapping the ends around his hands and moving the straddle the woman's lap.
I can't help be feel just a small twinge of jealousy that I'm not the one he his grinding. Putting his tie around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. Shoving my head towards his crotch. Damn that is one lucky woman.
He leaves his tie around her neck, getting back up to the stage. Finn finds me once more and just as the song is about to end, Finn takes a hold of his shirt, ripping it open and putting his toned chest and abs on full displayed.
Finn stands at the edge of the stage, breathing a little hard, and his gazed locked right in on me. I lean again the column, hands clinched at my side.
Well that was one hell of a performance. Apparently everyone else thought so too. The whole crowd is screaming their heads off, and the ones closest to the stage are trying touch Finn without storming the stage. His laugh echoes around the club,
"Ah, ah, ah Ladies. No touching, not unless I touch you first. Now, who is going to be the special lady who gets to join me up here?"
Finn strolls around the stage, his eyes moving over the crowd. I take this time to try and leave and head back to work, not really wanted to see him dry hump any more women. I don't notice him getting off stage and walking through the audience.
"Ahha! And there she is, the one who could be my Queen tonight."
I feel a hand enclose around mine and pull me to a stop. Spinning around I come face to face with a grinning Finn.
"What'd you say love? Want to be the Demon's queen?"