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Chapter 8

"Bella, I said I'm not going in there."

"You're being a pussy! Don't tell me you've never been in a strip club before!"

"What if one of those five guys recognizes us?"

I halt my feet and hold up my hands. "Fine, you prude! I'll go around the back and see if…if…" What am I going to see anyway? "I'll just be right back okay? You stay here."

What I do find out, out back though… Sweet baby Jesus, life is surprising sometimes!

I return to Edward ten minutes later with a huge grin on my face and a bounce in my step. "Four of them are inside and the big, burly, bald one with an open leather jacket and a dragon tattoo on his arm has the key to our Blush," I announce proudly. "Come with me." I hold my hand out to him.

He looks at me apprehensively. "Where are we going?"

I huff and take his hand. "Just…come on."

I walk with The Prude in tow around the back of the club and enter backstage. I look around for the DJ I just talked to and spot him by the line of accessories for the strippers. I giggle as Edward's hand tightens around mine.

"Hey, DJ!" I holler, wildly waving my free hand. "We're ready. Get a few of those accessories."

"Bella," Edward yells and spins me around to face him. His eyes are wide with shock and he looks absolutely horrified. Oh my dear, dear British menu organizer… You won't know what hit you.

I look up at him innocently. "Yeah?" I say, biting my lip to hold in my laughter, and out of the corner of my eye, I see the DJ approaching us.

He sternly eyes the DJ, who's now beside me and holding a faux fur scarf. His eyes snap to mine and he shakes me slightly. "Are you crazy, Bella? You're going to strip for all these men out there just for the keys?! It doesn't fucking matter! We'll get another one. Let's go." He starts to pull me away.

I pull him back and snatch the hot pink faux fur scarf from the DJ. "You're on ten seconds," the DJ says and leaves us.

I turn to Edward with a big-ass smirk on my face. His eyes narrow and he warns me, "You don't have to do this, Bella."

"Who said I'm doing anything?" I say, winking at him, and his eyes widen in realization. In a jiffy, I have the scarf around his neck, and I've pushed him toward the stage.

"I'm NOT – " he begins in panic, but just then, the lights come on and the opening beats to Pour Some Sugar On Me start blaring through the club. He freezes.

"Shake that sexy booty for me, Cullen," I yell from backstage. I run out back again, and this time when I emerge from the front entrance of the club, I see Edward's ashen face on the stage.

Oh shit. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

The crowd of about sixty men starts booing, and Edward's just frozen in the same position behind the pole. I start waving my arms wildly, trying to catch Edward's attention. His eyes finally fall upon me and he looks scared as all hell.

Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?
Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah

I start to gyrate my hips with the beat and simultaneously point to the bald guy who has the keys to Blush. Edward finally seems to snap out of his daze, and a slow, sexy smirk begins to spread across his face as he eyes me dancing in the back like a stripper, dancing like he should be.

He walks seductively toward the pole, his eyes fixed to me all this time. Under his intense stare, I really begin to feel the rhythm in my bones and the wetness in my panties. He steps around the pole and smirks full on at the men looking up at him expectantly.

I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet, yeah

He undoes the buckle on his belt and starts rolling his hips. The crowd seems to liven up and take notice now. After he's shucked off his belt in the crowd, he slowly starts taking off his jacket. The crowd goes absolutely wild as they see Edward in all his white wife-beater glory.

You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little
Tease a little more
Easy operator come a knockin' on my door
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah, yeah
Give a little more

And me? I'm frozen and staring open mouthed at the Adonis before me. He begins to get off the stage, simultaneously taking off the wife-beater. His eyes suddenly snap to me and he winks. And I die.

Ungh… This was definitely not a good idea for my panties.

Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough

Now gyrating his hips and singing along with the lyrics, Edward walks toward the guy with the keys. And the guy? He looks like he just won a million dollar lottery. Edward stands in front of him and starts patting him down in time with the music.

This man is smarter than I gave him credit for. If he keeps this up, the bald thief will fucking hand him the keys with his own ten fingers.

As Edward reaches the back pocket though, something changes, his eyes suddenly light up and he falters for a second. He's found the keys! I start bouncing in place, ready to get out of here already.

Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough
Pour some sugar on me
Oh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
Get it, come get it
Pour your sugar on me
Ooh
Pour some sugar on me
Yeah! Sugar me!

And then… as the song comes to an end, so does Edward's journey up the guy's butt. And as I look closely, I see that he doesn't have the key.

What in hell? I look up at his face, confused, when my eyes fall on the bald guy's hands.

He has them around Edward's neck and he's moving in to kiss him.

Oh God! Oh shit! Shit shit shit…

Edward's eyes widen for a second, and I gasp, but in the nick of time, Edward ducks down. I let out a sigh of relief and decide to finally go and rescue him.

But the guy with the keys has other plans. He holds Edward by the ass and throws him over his shoulder like he weighs fucking nothing!

Edward starts screaming, and the guy covers his mouth and bellows, "You're mine tonight, gorgeous."

I run toward him full speed, pushing my way through the throng of huge, apparently gay, men. By the time I reach them, I only see Edward's panicked face and flailing arms as he's carried toward the motel.

Oh, holy fuck, this was definitely not a good idea.

Ooooo what now? What's she gonna do? Or more importantly, what's he gonna do? *cackles* This is going to be fun! Next one up in 2 days.

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