Don’t get me wrong, I liked a musical, but naked women bouncing their tits to the beat of Seventy-Six Trombones was less than sexy, more comical.

Alright, it wasn’t Seventy-Six Trombones, but it still had a trumpet in it, and trumpets come off more as nerd bomb material rather than, “Hey, check out my pussy from below.”

Being pressed up against the wall by Jett last night still replayed over and over in my head. I was a little sore, which only became a constant reminder of what we did. It was stupid, because if Rex wasn’t so engrossed with his little spat he was having with Leo, we could have easily been caught. But, for the life of me, I can’t be sorry for what we did, because it just reminded me why I was going through this creepy sex ring hell. I was doing this because, in the long run, I wanted to be the one Jett brought to events; I wanted to be the one he woke up to in the morning and the one he wrapped his arms around at night.

The music cut out and I looked over at the controls behind the bar. Blane and Rex stood together, looking sexy as hell. Even though Rex was a tyrant with some creepy fetishes and hoarding tendencies, he was still handsome and sinister. He was that man you couldn’t take your eyes off of because you wanted to know what he was thinking behind those dark brows. Then there was Blane, blond and beautifully handsome…Blane with enough muscles to make up for all the other members in the club.

“Uh, are we done?” I asked, cutting the silence in the room.

“I need to speak with Mercy,” Rex said.

Speak with her…ha! Unless speaking meant putting his dick in her mouth, then they weren’t speaking.

Without saying a word, Mercy nodded and headed toward the back rooms. There was something completely wrong with what was going on in her head. I liked all the other girls, but for some reason, I didn’t quite like Mercy. I couldn’t trust her. She was the epitome of a fem-bot.

“Shall I excuse the other girls?” I asked Rex, as he walked toward me with a devilish grin on his face. I didn’t like that grin; I didn’t trust that grin.

“I think it’s time you start practicing with them, Goldie. We need to even out the dancers, and it might be time for you to get up on stage.”

“Excuse me? I thought we had a deal, that I was going to manage for a while.” Sweat started to form at the back of my neck.

“Not really a deal, Kitten, more of an understanding, but now that I’m going to win Lot 17, I need more girls, and you are the one the members want.”

Was he really going to win Lot 17? Was it because of that Zane guy? I leaned over, my stomach already knotting from the thought of being on stage, and I spoke softly into Rex’s ear. “You’re willing to share me with the members?”

“You’re not sharing yourself with me, so what difference does it make? Either way, I get to see you naked, and that’s my goal here. Either comply with my demands, or good luck trying to find a job in this town. Don’t forget, Kitten, I know everyone in this city. I can destroy you.”

He placed a gentle kiss on my nose and turned away from me, as if his small bit of affection would make up for the threat he just made to me.

“I can’t do it tonight,” I shouted after him.

“Why is that?” he asked, looking me up and down.

Think…think, Goldie.

“Cramps,” I stated with a sad face. “Got the old blood flow going on right now. Hardly think being naked at this time in my life would be appealing to the members.”

A look of absolute disgust crossed Rex’s face before he turned around and called over his shoulder, “Next weekend, you will be up on that stage.”

Thank fuck.

“Sure,” I called after him.

I turned to look at both Eva and Bizzy, who gave me the “I’m sorry you’re uterus is bleeding look,” and then took off toward the back room, leaving me finally alone with Blane.

By no means was I on my period, but it was the best excuse I could come up with to get out of going on stage with the girls tonight…naked. If there was one sure-fire way to make sure Jett never touched me again, it would be going up naked in front of a bunch of people I didn’t know. No, that wasn’t going to happen.

Casually, I walked over to the bar and asked Blane for a bottle of water. He obliged, never speaking to me. I hated that he couldn’t really talk to me. Enough was enough, I needed to take care of everything tonight; it would be the last chance I had until the next weekend, and to hell if I would be going up on stage.

“Can we talk?”

Blane looked around and then nodded his head toward the back. Fucking paranoid man.

He went to the back first, and a few minute later, I trailed after him. Eva and Bizzy were in the girl’s room, eating some food, and not even talking to each other. What a sad, sad life. If anything, I wanted to help these girls out; they needed it.

Once I reached the office in the back of the club, I shut myself in the small space with Blane, who was sitting at the desk waiting for me.

“What can I help you with?” he asked with a smirk.

“Seriously? Come on, we need to take some action here. There is no way I will be going up on stage next weekend.”

“I don’t know, might be fun?” he looked me up and down while licking his lips.

I pushed his head and said, “Don’t even think about it. It will never happen. I’m off limits.”

“All the good ones usually are. Do you have a plan?”

“I do,” I nodded. “But I thought you had one as well.”

“That I do, but I wanted to hear yours first.”

“Typical,” I said, while folding my arms across my chest. Trying not to get irritated, I started divulging the details of my plan. “So, Rex never leaves his phone in a lock box. He has it on him at all times, and I was thinking, somehow, we can get his phone and use that to record some things around here, text it to…oh, shit,” I muttered.

“What?” Blane asked, looking a little intrigued.

“Rex took my phone away from me. I have no way of texting myself the pictures without him obviously seeing it.”

“That’s not a big deal; we’ll just send it to my phone.”

“Wait, how do I know I can I trust you?”

Seriously, Blane sat up in his chair and placed his forearms on his knees while looking up at me. His back muscles flexed in the tank top he was wearing, making me quite aware of how damn sexy he really was.

“Goldie, he practically treats me as a slave here. He has ruined my life. He has taken everything away from me, everything that’s ever mattered, and now I have nothing but this club where we are all manipulated by that power hungry bastard. It’s time Rex finally gets what he deserves. I’ve been waiting for someone like you to come around. I need your help just as much as you need mine.”

Well, that was convincing. From the look in his eyes, the look of desperation, I could tell he wouldn’t cross me. I could trust him because, from the very beginning, since I’d met him, he looked like he’d been putting on an act, never really living life. Maybe he really had to be let free of Rex’s grasp to get what he needed.

“I guess we can text to your phone. Do you think my plan would work?”

“Possibly,” he said, while studying his hands. “I had the same idea, since I see him with his phone all the time. He and Leo both carry their phones around in the club.”

“Leo actually comes here?”

“He does,” Blane nodded. “He actually is supposed to come tonight.”

“Really? Hmm…do you think it would be easier to steal his phone, rather than Rex’s? I mean, I have this idea, but I really don’t have any clue how to actually get the phone without asking for it.”

“How are you at pick-pocketing?”

“Uh, terrible. Never really mastered that fine art.”

“Well, you might want to practice before tonight. It’s your only option.”

“You’re acting like this is some Ocean’s Eleven shit. I like to believe I could be as badass as Matt Damon with a fake nose, but honestly, I have no clue how to go about grabbing a phone from someone’s pocket.”