Bree had spent the whole morning with Hazel before she dropped her off at the daycare. Then she spent over two hours at her lawyer's office wanting to push her cheating ex-husband into paying her full alimony and child support. But then she was hit with new demand, her ex wanted joint custody should she ask for child support.
"But that's not what the outcome of the divorce settlement is, it's all written on paper how can he do this?" but Bree knows there's nothing her sleazy husband wouldn't do to make sure she didn't get anything from him. The small amount of alimony barely covered all her basic needs and all her friends had shunned her when she was portrayed as an incompetent wife who couldn't keep her husband from straying.
The money she kept from her parents' inheritance had almost gone for paying her unqualified lawyers when she went up against her ex-husband, Everett.
The moment she reached her car she almost had a panic attack, her chest was heavy, and she had a hard time calming herself down until she finally cried, sobbing so hard, letting all her feelings out. It took her twenty minutes until she finally stopped crying, shook off her nerves, and drive to Babes, determined to get the job.
Bree was all alone, broke as hell while needing to make a living for her baby. She loves Hazel to death, she'd do anything for her even if she has to dance naked for a quick buck.
"Hey, are you okay? you looked a bit pale?" Elvis greeted her with questions. Bree had put on makeup, but her eyes were still a bit red. So she smiled and told him she was fine, from his questions she stamped the big guy as a big teddy when he conveys his concerns for her.
"Ex-husband stuff, I'm good, I just need to shake my ass and make it rain, right?"
"Eh...um, yeah, I guess." The big brute looked uncomfortable with her remarks and it actually made her genuinely smile at him.
"Thank you... for asking,"
"Uh, okay." Elvis shook his head, opened the door for her, and let her in.
Babes is open from six pm to four am, so there's no one at the table but the music was pumping beats as there were two dancers on stage who looked like they were practicing their routine.
Bree found Rocco behind the bar and he ushered her to the changing room where Cassidy was sitting on the sofa wearing her shorts and t-shirt. A thick book was resting on her lap and a highlighter was between her fingers.
"Cass, help her out with an outfit okay? she's going to audition for us. And send her for an interview before she goes on stage."
Cassidy grinned, closed her book, and grabbed the wanna-be stripper's hand leading her further into the changing room. Bree gasped the moment she saw all the sheer glittery lingerie, the choices were too much and Cassidy laughed when Bree didn't move a muscle.
"Okay, let's see..." the struggling med student picked out a couple of lingerie, stacking her preference on the fluffy one-seater by the mirror while Bree move her sight to the platform heels in horror.
"I'm so going to trip on that stage," Bree voiced out her thought. Cassidy goes to her side and says, "we'll pick the four-inch ones." Bree mentioned her size and Cassidy helped her pick out the most comfortable ones and then matched them with the lingerie.
Ten minutes later the single mom looked like a famous porn star, her ass and calves looking perked from the heels, and she gasped when she looked at her perky tits in the mirror. "Oh goddamn."
"Rightttt..." Cassidy giggled and told her to test the heels to see if it's comfortable to dance with. "Do you know what song are you going to go with?"
"I don't know, I haven't thought it through. This is all kinda last-minute decision, maybe something by Kanye or Drake, um... Rihanna is always one of my favorites." Bree shrugged thinking she'd do a better dance with a beat rather than a slow seducing kind of song. Bree also thought she might even be tempted in using the pole, she was one of the best dancers in her mom's class.
"Come on let's just do this,"
"Wait, I gotta get you in for the interview first."
"Uh, okay."
They were both walking to the back office when a guy in a suit, who looked like a scarier version of Elvis stopped them. "Boss is busy, go dance, he'll watch."
"Oookay then..." Cassidy took her arm and lead her to the stage, Rocco was to her side and help her with the songs. "Sorry, some emergency situation, the big boss is there. Don't worry, as the scary guy said, he'll be watching." Rocco nudged Bree to look at the big glass planted on the wall where the back office was.
"I'm a bit rusty, so can I get a do-over if I fail the first one?"
Rocco laughed and told her she can dance all she likes, the club is still close and the stage is available for practice. The two women got off the stage and smiled at her, taking their seats at the bar. They were drinking water as they rest and gave Bree the floor to audition.
Rocco smirks when Bree chose 'Pour it up by Rihanna', she had trained with the song in her mom's class. It was the stripper song that made the class more alive. She toned her body and eventually lost the baby weight in that class.
When the familiar beat starts, her body moves in motion. Her leg wrapped sensually on the lower half of the pole, her hand mimicking her leg. Bree lets her back rest on the pole, ass perked back keeping her cheeks between the cold steel. Her other hand seductively reaches down her leg trailing her dainty fingers to her inner thigh while she kept her facial expression bored as if she was dancing for her enjoyment. All while keeping up with the slow beat of the song.
Rocco looked surprised, while Cassidy mouthed a big O as Bree's body swayed with the music. The song lasted less than three minutes but she managed to climb the pole and snake her hands and thigh then let her hands drop for a dramatic effect at the end of the song while her legs wrapped around the steel pole sensually.
The slow beat of the song was perfect, she didn't fall down and she managed to work the pole perfectly. The beat kept her hips swaying beautifully and Rocco was still looking amazed at her.
"Girl, you have some explaining to do. Cheerleading my ass!" Rocco grunted as he helped Bree down from the stage.
"Um yeah, I took moms pole dance classes." Bree explained and Cassidy cut in, "damn, you're one hot momma."
"So? is that a yes? when can I start?" the mom in her with too many bills to pay got a bit too excited.
He laughed at her enthusiasm and was about to answer when his phone buzzed with an incoming text from his boss. He saw her and he approved.
"Send her to Jojo." Rocco said to Cassidy, the guy winked telling Bree that she was in. "Inform Jojo to speed up her license, Bree you need to provide her your ID and social security details for tax purposes. We are a legit business."
Rocco shake her hand, but she pulled him in for a friendly hug. "Thank you, I needed this." She was a bit teary, but she shakes her head and let Cassidy lead the way to the other backside of the building.
Bree was still overwhelmed with the news, without knowing a certain man behind the large glass window kept his eyes on her. "I want a complete background check on her. That's all, you're all dismissed." The boss waited until the click from his office door was heard and he adjusted himself. He still couldn't believe how hard she made him while he told himself that he was going to have her sooner than later.
Gage Huxley, the new owner of Babes was nothing like the previous Russian mob. When they decided to sell because the authority was closing in on their human trafficking business, Gage buy them out and made the club legal. He turned it upside down and made all the girls get their permits, there is no more prostitution in the club. Gage Huxley is a businessman who buys all his liquors from certified vendors.
The man always keeps a calm demeanor, but when he saw the audition he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He turned to look out his office window, giving his men his backside not wanting them to see when his face slips as she wrapped her leg onto the pole and let her ass cheeks rub, teasing the thick steel.
He always thought women rubbing themselves on the pole was a bit too much to seek men's attention, but when he saw her dance he was transfixed. Troubled. And he needs his fix, fast.
Seven months later...Dee seemed to remember on her wedding night when she said that she couldn't wait to welcome their baby into the world. But as she was in labor, all memory of the sweet dreamy thoughts of welcoming their baby was instantly gone. She was cursing and yelling, telling her Rocco that she was so ready to go home and sleep it off. "I have been having contractions for eight hours, don't tell me to fucking relax! And where is Rockford?! Is this baby not important enough for him to be present?! Give me the phone, Rocco! I said give me the damn PHONE!" Dee yelled and her husband winced. This was not expected.Dee had heard labor nightmares from her friends, but since she had a very chillax pregnancy, she'd assumed that the baby would give her easy labor too. And damn...she couldn't be more wrong. "Rockford, where are you? I need my husbands here! I am not delivering this baby without you! I don't fucking care you're in the middle of the desert. Get someone to airlift you
Dee never thought she'd have the wedding of her dreams. She was a stripper. She dated her bartender boyfriend for years without any indication that he was going to marry her. At some stage, Dee had given up on her dream and was satisfied with having Rocco as her boyfriend for life. Months back she even dreaded the thought that Rocco had lost interest in their romance, as they were seeking for a third. But when Rockford came and perfected their relationship she dared to dream again. Fast forward her life two months later, she was putting on her wedding dress. Dee was four months pregnant. She was showing the cutest baby bump, but there she was in a beautiful wedding dress, looking perfect for their wedding reception.A few hours earlier she and Rocco had been declared as a husband and wife in the city hall. Rockford was there, and also her besties from Babes while their newer friends were waiting for their union, all three of them at the Markov Mansion.Bree, Charlotte, Cassidy, and
Being with Rocco had been great. Dee loved him. She had always been happy with him. But that Saturday afternoon in front of Rocco's parents' house, Dee was on the verge of panic. She was pregnant and involved with two men. What would Rocco's parents think of her?"Dee, are you okay? You look pale?" Rocco asked from the passenger seat while Rockford parked his shiny new black SUV that he got from his new employment. She could see Rockford's smug smile from the rearview mirror as if he knew exactly why she was nervous."Everything will be okay, Dee. They're the perfect set of parents and they know about our triad. It'll be only time until one of us puts a baby in you." Dee huffed and rested her back on her seat, her cute pout made the big man laugh even louder.As soon as Rockford proposed, Dee had been in a happy bliss. She was cherished by her two men. But in a matter of minutes, they were going to enter Rocco's family house. This was day three after Rockford had asked her and Rocco t
Rockford was frustrated. He thought they were happy. He figured that he could handle being in a relationship with the two of the people that he loved. Dee was great, she was doing good things with her time after she stopped dancing at Babes. He had also thought Rocco was doing great. The man was supposed to go to his parents. Rocco was telling both him and Dee that he was mending the time he lost with his parents. Now, he knew that Rocco had spent those couple of times a week in a motel, alone, trying to fight his depression with his pills. Fuck! How did it get to this? Rocco was a sweet, gorgeous man, who they both adored very much. When Becca advised Rockford to put their man on a twenty-four-hour hold at the clinic he instantly told her no. He was going to take care of their man and he was going to take him home and get to the bottom of their issues. The issues that Rockford was not aware they even had.He agreed to take Rocco to his doctor the next day and was ready to be up al
"Where's Dee?" Rocco heard his boyfriend ask the moment he was back from his late-night meetings with his new crew."She's having a sleepover with her Babes women. Bree was giving her a farewell party." Yes. Rocco was happy that Dee decided to quit dancing at Babes. Rockford had made sure that he was going to provide for them, but Dee had other plans, she was roped in by the mob wives for pole class lessons, and Bree had also introduced her to the idea of an online class for her Pole Dance lessons. "And why aren't you there too?""Eh...it's an all-girls thing." Aside from Dee and his co-workers, Rocco realizes that he has no friends, sure he has work friends but it has been hard for him to open himself up with his past. He kept on thinking what happened to him was his fault, he always felt that somehow he was too social back in college. That was why he became a bartender, the bar was the one thing that kept his social personality in place. The man felt safe with a barrier between him
Dee had no idea what to expect when Rockford told them that they were to attend lunch at his future employer's house. Well, looking at the driveway she knew that it was more of a mansion than a house. She could feel Rocco was getting tense beside her, and when her eyes caught Rockford's through the rearview mirror she knew that he was getting nervous about Rocco being there too. Dee realized that Rockford wanted this badly. She didn't know about his past, but knowing that he used to be the VP of a biker club she could already imagine the years that he had spent as security staff at Babes. Must be boring as hell. Dee wanted to feel sorry for their man, but she knew that he wouldn't want her to. So she stayed silent and for the time being, all she could do was to support him and make sure that Rocco wouldn't make a fool of himself by being the sweet man who loved their boyfriend and cared for his safety. With his trauma Dee didn't want to push Rocco, she didn't know how his mind work