Priorities
Author's Note: Hey readers! Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, it means a lot to me. :) It's an amazing feeling to wake up to nice, long reviews and then get to work on the next chapter, all motivated! Now I'm going to answer a few questions asked by the readers:
1. Why didn't Lydia's friends stop her from getting naked on stage?
Ans: Her friends weren't with her at the Xquisite Club. The girl who picked her up from Dallas had to track her down, hence her worry and anxiety. If she'd been there she would have stopped Lydia. I apologise for not making that clear in the story.
2. Why don't I write a sex scene or change the rating to T?
Ans: "Sex" is not limited to penetration (sorry to put that so crudely)! There's a lot more you can do. And Laila is a bit hesitant, for reasons that will be revealed later in the story, so she doesn't want to go all the way just yet. But I assure you, there's a lot more "interesting" stuff coming up between her and Dallas! ;) And since that's going to be a bit graphic, I don't want to change the rating to T. :)
So enjoy this chapter, and watch out for some heavy - duty romance between our favourite pair!
The Kid was in hospital, getting his nose fixed up. Apparently it had broken. He wouldn't be able to perform for a while. Fuck. My best cash - puller was out of commission and it was my fault. Mark and Richie were still pissed with me. The other boys were keeping a distance from me, like they were expecting me to punch them too. The atmosphere was tense in the Xquisite Club, and I was struggling to retain control as I always do. I no longer felt like I was the boss. Finally, it got too strained to take any longer. I needed a break.
A half hour later I sauntered into Kelly's. The girl with the pierced eyebrow was behind the counter, texting. She didn't see me walk in. I walked right up to her and drawled, "Hey, Miss. Is Laila around?" The girl looked up, surprised. She smirked when she recognised me. "Yeah. In the employee locker room." she said, sliding her fist across the smooth counter till her knuckles brushed mine. I looked down at her open palm. She held a key. I took it from her, surprised and grateful. She winked. I went to the door saying STAFF ONLY. "This one, right?" I asked. She nodded. I unlocked the door and slipped in, locking it firmly behind me.
Laila was standing at the far end of the small locker room. Her back was to me and she was facing an open locker. It was a full - length locker and I could see a change of clothes hanging in it. She was in jeans and a bra, taking her Kelly's T-shirt down from the hanger. Her smooth hair was loose, pulled over her right shoulder. She had a tattoo on her back, next to her right bra strap. It was a small Om. She was fiddling with the T-shirt, trying to take it off the hanger. Her arms were stretched in front of her, her hands trying to pull the T-shirt off the hanger. I walked smoothly and quietly up to her and slid my arms around her bare waist. I rested my chin on her right shoulder, feeling her smooth hair against my face and whispered, "Want some help with that?" in her ear. She jumped. I rubbed my hands in a soothing movement against her flat stomach. She stood still. I couldn't see her face, so I didn't know if she was frozen with shock or pleasure. I decided t take the risk. I wrapped one arm completely around her waist and slid the other one up her arm. She turned around. She was clutching the ugly black Kelly's T-shirt to her front. "Hey beautiful," I twinkled down at her, kissing her nose. She blushed, flustered. "How did you get in here, Dallas?" she whispered. "The chick at the counter gave me the key," I replied, pulling her closer. "Jenny," she cursed as I kissed her soft neck. But it sounded more like a sigh. "Dallas, go outside. Let me get dressed. I've got to work!" she said, pushing me away. "There are no customers yet, lil' lady. Take your time." I whispered, holding her bare waist and pulling her against me. She and I were now nose to nose. I kissed her on the mouth, an open - mouthed kiss that she returned it whole heartedly. Her slim arms slid around my neck and our tongues made contact. Her hand tangled in my overgrown brown curls and her fingers massaged the back of my neck gently. Our lips probed at each other's, trying to deepen the kiss even further. I pushed her against the closed door of the locker next to hers and ran my hands up her sides. She caught my hands before they reached her bra. "We'll continue later. Tomorrow's my day off, so I'll come to your club tonight. But right now, we both need to work." She kissed the tip of my nose. "Priorities, Dallas."