Falling Free: What happens in Vegas... (The Fall Series) by Annica Rossi Read Free Book Online Page A

felt more than a little shaky. What the hell was I
getting myself into?
     

    Within minutes the check was paid
and we were in the limo on our way to what I assumed to be a strip club. My
nerves were jumpy. I’d never been to a strip club before let alone with two men
who were used to having their way.
    “Any alcohol in here?” I blurted
out as we pulled onto the strip. “I think I’m going to need more.”
    Both men laughed, and Parker
opened the mini bar and poured something into a glass. I drank it quickly and
held the glass out for more. Parker obliged, exchanging a stern glance with
Cole. He wanted to test my limits. Maybe before the night was over I’d be
testing his.
    We pulled into the valet entrance,
and we walked into the building. Parker was holding my arm firmly while Cole
stayed close. As soon as we entered the darkened club the music bumped loudly.
The bass seemed to penetrate my entire body. I was looking around when a man
wearing a sleek black suit and a Bluetooth in his ear greeted us.
    “Mr. Blackwell, welcome!” He
seemed elated to see Parker. As I scanned I saw beautiful bodies of half-naked women
everywhere. Some were wearing costumes with spiked boots and G-strings, some
were dancing on stage, and some were sitting at tables with men.
    As we followed Mr. Black Suit to
the back of the club I noticed a buxom blonde grinding her crotch into the lap
of a business man whose eyes were half closed. What the fuck am I doing here?
    Parker pulled me along until Mr.
Black Suit parted the curtains to a private area and ushered us inside. There
were red leather couches and leather barstools. A mini-bar was tucked into the
corner. Before he left, Mr. Black Suit turned and spoke to Parker.
    “I’ll send Nate in to get you
some drinks. Do you have any special requests tonight, Mr. Blackwell?”
    Cole spoke up. “I do. Send us two
of your hottest brunettes. I like long dark hair, tattoos and huge...” He
looked at Parker for approval and grinned before looking back to Mr. Black.
“Tits.” It sounded like he was ordering dinner at a restaurant. I thought as I
stood there in disbelief.
    Parker was watching me, trying to
gage my reaction. I smiled and he smiled back, before I began to sway, and he
guided me by the arm toward one of the couches against the back wall of the
room. Cole pulled a chair into the center of the room and sat down. I presumed
he was waiting for his entre to arrive. I was right.
    A buff shirtless twenty-something
man entered through the curtain. “Gentlemen. Miss.” He looked at each of us as
he introduced himself. “I’m Nate, and I’ll be your bartender. I always start
with ladies first. Can I get you something, Miss?” He was looking at me.
    The alcohol finally kicked in
full force. My apprehension melted away, and everything going on around me
seemed dreamlike. The darkness, the light, the music all seemed to blend
together. My mind was reeling with anticipation, but my body felt warm and
comfortable. Parker must have sensed this as he looked at me then Nate and
said, “Yes, a martini for the lady, and two Jack and Cokes.”
    Within minutes we each had
drinks, and just as I began to take a sip the curtains parted and two buxom raven
haired girls strutted in. One had wavy Farah Fawcett style hair down past her
breasts and the other had shiny pin-straight hair flowing down to her waist.
They were stunning in their tiny string bikinis.
    As they entered they stopped and
introduced themselves. “Hi there,” Farah said. “I’m Sadie and this is Lexi.”
    They began to circle Cole in the
center of the room as if they knew he was ready for entertainment. “What’s your
pleasure?” Sadie asked Cole as she trailed her fingers across his back while circling
him slowly in her stilettos.
    As she turned I noticed her
tattoos. She had pistols tattooed on each of her hips as if they were in a
holster. She also had a crucifix in the center of her shoulder blades. Lexi’s
tattoos were