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Song: "Do You Wanna Touch Me? (Oh Yeah)" – Joan Jett Version

Chapter 8

Backstage

Okay here we go. I can do this, just a regular show. It's not like I'm about throw myself at guy with his scary ass mom right next to him. Okay Sadie breathe, you can do this. Here we go…

Meanwhile out front

An old fashioned strip club? My son has been sneaking out every night to watch women not take off their clothes? Okay time to get to the bottom of this shit.

"Hello Jackson," Gemma deadpanned walking up behind her son who was seated front and center right by the Viney's stage.

Jumping to his feet, Jax stuttered out "Ma, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe trying to figure out where my son has been disappearing to every night without telling anyone where he's going." Gemma glared

"Maybe for once it's none of your goddamn business?" Jax glared back

"I'm sorry, but when you're being secretive and deflecting my questions it becomes my business. Chances are you are doing something stupid," She said maintaining fierce eye contact with her son.

"Yeah, I'm sure you're really sorry about butting into my business" he responded sarcastically. Seeing everyone's eye drift towards the door, Jax's gaze follows and he is not happy with what he sees. "Jesus Christ! You really had to bring all of them with you?"

Gemma turns around to see Clay, Opie, Chibs, and Tig walking towards them, oblivious to the stares of the Viney's patrons. "I had nothing to do that. They must have decided they want to figure out what the hell is going on with you too."

"Actually we're here to keep you both in line," Opie smiles obviously enjoying his friends pain.

"Great thanks man, I really appreciate your help with this. Clay, can you do something about your wife?" Jax asked glaring back at his mother.

"Oh no this is a Teller thing; I am staying out of it." Clay says with his hands up not wanting to be pushed into the line of fire.

After another minute or so of the tense staring contest between Jax and Gemma, he finally gives in, wanting to get her out of there as soon as possible. "Okay, well now you know where I have been all week, you can leave now."

"Fine I'll go. I can tell when I'm not wanted. Don't think this is over though, you have more explaining to do" Gemma says

Jax scoffed at his mother's comment and gestured the guys, "You gonna take them with you?"

"Hey isn't this where Dex's assistant works?" Opie asks with a smirk, already knowing the answer to his question.

Gemma turns and looks from Opie to Jax with one eyebrow cocked. "Oh I'm not going anywhere. Boys grab some chairs, I think the show is about to start."

Unable to argue, Jax glares at his so called best friend who simply laughs at his pain and takes a seat to enjoy the show.

Just as everyone sits, the clubs host comes out to begin the show, "Hello and Good Evening Ladies & Gentlemen. Tonight before we get into our regular show, our girls have put together a special number for our number one customer, a young man who has been in the front row every night this week, Jackson Teller." The host winked over at Jax while walking off the stage. "Hope you all enjoy the show."

Seeing Gemma smirk over at him, Jax's was only thought was, great this is just what I need tonight. However all thoughts of dreading this performance left his mind as soon as his saw Sadie take center stage in a way too short for public leather mini skirt, a tiny shirt, and leather jacket. Well goddamn

Without saying a word all of the girls got into place, with Sadie right in front of Jax and everyone. Okay here we go, the rest of them are not here, just Jax. Ignore the rest of the people at his table…especially his mom. Sadie grabs her own chair and focuses one thing, achieving her goal of having the great Jax Teller eating out of the palm of her hand.

We've been here too long
Tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh so shy
I'm a natural ma'am
Doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high

Cry at night
No one in sight
An' we got so much to share
Talking's fine
If you got the time
But I ain't got the time to spare
Yeah

Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Throwing her chair to the side, Sadie begins to seductively crawl towards the center of the stage, singing the next few lines on her knees staring directly into Jax's fierce stare.

Every girl an' boy
Needs a little joy
All you do is sit an' stare
Beggin' on my knees
Baby, won't you please
Run your fingers through my hair

My, my, my
Whiskey and rye
Don't it make you feel so fine
Right or wrong
Don't it turn you on
Can't you see we're wastin' time, yeah

Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah

Being so caught up in the rest of her performance, Sadie hadn't realized that her plan had totally worked. Jax Teller was practically putty in her hands and she would have no problem getting payback for his hot & cold attitude.

However by not noticing her effect on Jackson, she also didn't notice the calculating look on Gemma's face. Well it all makes sense now. I'm tired of that bitch Tara dictating my son's mood. This whole Sadie and Jax thing is going to happen. I'll make sure of it.

After being mesmerized by the performance dedicated to him and Sadie left the stage, Jax look over at his guests only to receive four knowing smirks and one calculating stare from his mother. This can't be good.