5
Later that night, the guys ditched Holly while she was in the restroom at the stadium. She just laughed, realizing they left without her. She figured they would anyway. The whole Retribution team was pretty steamed at the whole situation.
“These guys are so new.”
She hopped on her Harley motorcycle and went to a local bar that she assumed would be most likely for them to go to, thinking she wouldn’t. Pulling into the strip club, she went to the valet.
“Hey. Did you see four guys come in here? Wrestlers?”
“Yep. Retribution. They are inside at VIP.”
“This is too easy. Thanks. Watch my bike.”
Going inside, the bouncer let her in with no trouble. She was hot, and all she had to do was flirt a little to get herself right in. Inside the club, Holly went to talk with the owner, then straight to the VIP area above the bar. Once again, getting past security with no problem.
“Geez, men are so predictable.”
There in VIP Colt and his crew sat at a booth talking and watching a girl dance for them.
Holly walked over and handed the girl a twenty. “Nice job, darlin’.”
The girl smiled and nodded.
“Fuck. What the hell are you doing here?” Trent Trixx sat up.
All the guys turned their attention to her.
“I was just about to ask you, girls, the same thing?”
She sat down next to Colt, watching the dancer. She pulled out a wad of cash, throwing the girl a couple more dollars.
In annoyance, Colt snarled his nose while wondering what she was doing there. “Don’t you catch a hint?”
He sat back watching the dancer trying to ignore her. He was fuming and annoyed that Holly found them.
“Just doing my job, pretty boy.”
She sat for a few minutes watching the stripper before she got bored with the display. She was a fire dancer. Strippers bored her to tears. Burlesque dancers at her old sideshows would be fun to watch. Not just grinding and twerking. Holly thought they put on a genuine show.
“Do you guys seriously get off on this? Hey! Girl. Come here. I want to ask you something.”
The girl stepped down, going over to Holly. Holly whispered in her ear and the girl shook her head yes and shrugged. Holly handed her a wad of cash from her jacket and the girl walked away.
The new guy, Chris Cutter, threw up his hands and looked over to Holly. “What the hell?”
“Dude, chill out. She’ll be back. I have never seen a bunch of pussies in my life as you guys. One stripper in VIP with four guys? What? Are you here jerking each other off or something?” She shook her head in dismissal.
Colt looked pissed at her comment and got up, ready to walk away. “Rude much?” Colt grunted.
She grabbed the loop of his pants, and he turned around, looking her dead in the eyes.
“Let go, Holly. I won’t tell you twice.”
Holly stood, pulling him to her by his belt loops. “Relax, Colt. I just thought since you guys ditched me, I’ll just have to make the first act of loyalty.”
She licked her lips while pulling off her leather jacket, revealing her silver-studded bra underneath. Colt couldn’t help but notice as she revealed her very firm breasts and tone body.
“Come on. Don’t you wanna play, Colt? Look. She’s back and brought friends. Sit, big man. Let’s have some real fun.”
Holly pushed him down to the couch and straddled his lap. Colt dashed his hands away, putting his arms over the back of the couch to watch her every move. He wouldn’t touch an Evans woman no matter how hot he thought she was. He didn’t want to find out what Wraith would do if he did.
“You’re so grouchy. Look at that frown.” She pouted to him, squeezing his cheeks. “Come on, Colt. Have some fun. Girls. Dance for the guys. I’m about to turn this party up.”
One girl brought her a bottle of champagne and glasses, and Holly got up and gave each man a glass. Pouring one for herself, she sat back next to Colt. He was intently watching her every move as one girl danced for them. Once the girls started dancing, the rest of the guys were busy with other things, ignoring Holly.
She knew to break Retribution, and rebuild them to her will, she had to first break the leader.
Holly was getting bored and started dancing with the girl in front of Colt. As the girl danced and ground against her, Colt was watching Holly’s body sway. He tried to look away, but she was too much for him to ignore. It had been a while since he had dated, and Holly was beautiful. Holly instinctively noticed his eyes went from rage to more sensual as he watched her.
Holly turned to him, giving Colt a lap dance. She turned her back to him, sitting in his lap, wrapping her arm around his neck behind her.
He continued to watch while avoiding touching her. Grinding on his lap made Colt get a little turned on as he watched the other girl dancing on Holly’s lap over him. He shifted slightly to conceal his growing arousal.
As she danced, she handed him a wad of money. “Make it rain, pretty boy. This is a party.”
Colt started throwing cash at the women, and the other guys did as well. The more the drinks flowed, the more they relaxed about Holly being there, falling in line with her plan.
Colt got a little brave and moved his hand onto Holly’s hip, pulling her closer. She smiled inside, knowing she had him. As she continued to grind, she could feel his growing member pressing on her backside. He pushed himself against her and grabbed her hips, pushing her down against his growing member to ease the tension building there. It wasn’t long before she had him moaning against her ear.
She gave a slight giggle, looking over her shoulder to gauge his expression. He was looking over her body, licking his lips like she was a snack. Once she thought Colt was on the brink, she motioned to the girls.
All the dancers left VIP with a snap of her fingers.
“Well, that was fun. Time to head back to the hotel. We have a talent meeting tomorrow morning.”
Holly looked around, seeing all the guys were trying to hide they had all gotten erections. She had told the girls to work extra hard to get them excited, and it worked.
“Come on, ladies. It’s past your curfew. Unless you wanna sit here in a strip club alone.”
Dustin laughed stating, “We can just ask them to come back, you know?”
“Well, not exactly. See, I tipped the owner a boatload of cash to not allow anyone back here unless I said so. Remember, I work on Davis Preston’s dime. So, it looks like your fun is over for tonight,” she teased. “Poor Retribution. Did you get all excited and now have to go back to the hotel alone? Oh well, too bad. Oh yeah. I also tipped the security to throw your asses out as soon as I leave.”
Holly grabbed her jacket and headed back to her bike. As she was getting on the motorcycle, Colt was fast on her heels.
He grabbed her arm to spin her to face him. “What’s your problem?”
She leaned over the tank, resting her face in her hands, smiling, and batting her eyelashes. “No problem. I just have a job to do.”
She looked down at his bulge with an eye roll.
“Men are so easy. See ya tomorrow, pretty boy.”
She started up her bike, flipping him off and squealing tires as she left.
Colt kicked rocks as he spurted profanities. She had got one over on him and he wouldn’t tolerate it.
This meant war.Later that night, the guys ditched Holly while she was in the restroom at the stadium. She just laughed, realizing they left without her. She figured they would anyway. The whole Retribution team was pretty steamed at the whole situation.
“These guys are so new.”
She hopped on her Harley motorcycle and went to a local bar that she assumed would be most likely for them to go to, thinking she wouldn’t. Pulling into the strip club, she went to the valet.
“Hey. Did you see four guys come in here? Wrestlers?”
“Yep. Retribution. They are inside at VIP.”
“This is too easy. Thanks. Watch my bike.”
Going inside, the bouncer let her in with no trouble. She was hot, and all she had to do was flirt a little to get herself right in. Inside the club, Holly went to talk with the owner, then straight to the VIP area above the bar. Once again, getting past security with no problem.
“Geez, men are so predictable.”
There in VIP Colt and his crew sat at a booth talking and watching a girl dance for them.
Holly walked over and handed the girl a twenty. “Nice job, darlin’.”
The girl smiled and nodded.
“Fuck. What the hell are you doing here?” Trent Trixx sat up.
All the guys turned their attention to her.
“I was just about to ask you, girls, the same thing?”
She sat down next to Colt, watching the dancer. She pulled out a wad of cash, throwing the girl a couple more dollars.
In annoyance, Colt snarled his nose while wondering what she was doing there. “Don’t you catch a hint?”
He sat back watching the dancer trying to ignore her. He was fuming and annoyed that Holly found them.
“Just doing my job, pretty boy.”
She sat for a few minutes watching the stripper before she got bored with the display. She was a fire dancer. Strippers bored her to tears. Burlesque dancers at her old sideshows would be fun to watch. Not just grinding and twerking. Holly thought they put on a genuine show.
“Do you guys seriously get off on this? Hey! Girl. Come here. I want to ask you something.”
The girl stepped down, going over to Holly. Holly whispered in her ear and the girl shook her head yes and shrugged. Holly handed her a wad of cash from her jacket and the girl walked away.
The new guy, Chris Cutter, threw up his hands and looked over to Holly. “What the hell?”
“Dude, chill out. She’ll be back. I have never seen a bunch of pussies in my life as you guys. One stripper in VIP with four guys? What? Are you here jerking each other off or something?” She shook her head in dismissal.
Colt looked pissed at her comment and got up, ready to walk away. “Rude much?” Colt grunted.
She grabbed the loop of his pants, and he turned around, looking her dead in the eyes.
“Let go, Holly. I won’t tell you twice.”
Holly stood, pulling him to her by his belt loops. “Relax, Colt. I just thought since you guys ditched me, I’ll just have to make the first act of loyalty.”
She licked her lips while pulling off her leather jacket, revealing her silver-studded bra underneath. Colt couldn’t help but notice as she revealed her very firm breasts and tone body.
“Come on. Don’t you wanna play, Colt? Look. She’s back and brought friends. Sit, big man. Let’s have some real fun.”
Holly pushed him down to the couch and straddled his lap. Colt dashed his hands away, putting his arms over the back of the couch to watch her every move. He wouldn’t touch an Evans woman no matter how hot he thought she was. He didn’t want to find out what Wraith would do if he did.
“You’re so grouchy. Look at that frown.” She pouted to him, squeezing his cheeks. “Come on, Colt. Have some fun. Girls. Dance for the guys. I’m about to turn this party up.”
One girl brought her a bottle of champagne and glasses, and Holly got up and gave each man a glass. Pouring one for herself, she sat back next to Colt. He was intently watching her every move as one girl danced for them. Once the girls started dancing, the rest of the guys were busy with other things, ignoring Holly.
She knew to break Retribution, and rebuild them to her will, she had to first break the leader.
Holly was getting bored and started dancing with the girl in front of Colt. As the girl danced and ground against her, Colt was watching Holly’s body sway. He tried to look away, but she was too much for him to ignore. It had been a while since he had dated, and Holly was beautiful. Holly instinctively noticed his eyes went from rage to more sensual as he watched her.
Holly turned to him, giving Colt a lap dance. She turned her back to him, sitting in his lap, wrapping her arm around his neck behind her.
He continued to watch while avoiding touching her. Grinding on his lap made Colt get a little turned on as he watched the other girl dancing on Holly’s lap over him. He shifted slightly to conceal his growing arousal.
As she danced, she handed him a wad of money. “Make it rain, pretty boy. This is a party.”
Colt started throwing cash at the women, and the other guys did as well. The more the drinks flowed, the more they relaxed about Holly being there, falling in line with her plan.
Colt got a little brave and moved his hand onto Holly’s hip, pulling her closer. She smiled inside, knowing she had him. As she continued to grind, she could feel his growing member pressing on her backside. He pushed himself against her and grabbed her hips, pushing her down against his growing member to ease the tension building there. It wasn’t long before she had him moaning against her ear.
She gave a slight giggle, looking over her shoulder to gauge his expression. He was looking over her body, licking his lips like she was a snack. Once she thought Colt was on the brink, she motioned to the girls.
All the dancers left VIP with a snap of her fingers.
“Well, that was fun. Time to head back to the hotel. We have a talent meeting tomorrow morning.”
Holly looked around, seeing all the guys were trying to hide they had all gotten erections. She had told the girls to work extra hard to get them excited, and it worked.
“Come on, ladies. It’s past your curfew. Unless you wanna sit here in a strip club alone.”
Dustin laughed stating, “We can just ask them to come back, you know?”
“Well, not exactly. See, I tipped the owner a boatload of cash to not allow anyone back here unless I said so. Remember, I work on Davis Preston’s dime. So, it looks like your fun is over for tonight,” she teased. “Poor Retribution. Did you get all excited and now have to go back to the hotel alone? Oh well, too bad. Oh yeah. I also tipped the security to throw your asses out as soon as I leave.”
Holly grabbed her jacket and headed back to her bike. As she was getting on the motorcycle, Colt was fast on her heels.
He grabbed her arm to spin her to face him. “What’s your problem?”
She leaned over the tank, resting her face in her hands, smiling, and batting her eyelashes. “No problem. I just have a job to do.”
She looked down at his bulge with an eye roll.
“Men are so easy. See ya tomorrow, pretty boy.”
She started up her bike, flipping him off and squealing tires as she left.
Colt kicked rocks as he spurted profanities. She had got one over on him and he wouldn’t tolerate it.
This meant war.
