*Cassidy POV*Shutting locker 11, I take a deep breath of the overly perfumed air. It feels good to be back, even though I was only gone for eight days.
"Hey birdy" I look to my left, seeing Storm with an unlit cigarette hanging from her lips
"Hi Storm" I adjust my bright red bra, running a hand along the braids in my hair to make sure they're still neat
"Daniel wants you at the bar before you start" I nod my head as Storm leaves out the back door.
I strut out of the locker room and men start hollering as they see me.
"She's back!"
"Dove, looking sexy as ever!"
"Finally!"
I laugh as I shake my head. I must really have a lot of fans here.
I walk up the VIP steps to see Corbyn and Daniel arguing between the bar. I quickly scurry over to break it up.
"Who cares? We have Dove back, just leave her there"
"I can't just leave her there! I have to at least talk to her-" Corbyn starts to argue back until he sees me walk up beside him
"Aye! There she is! Welcome back" Daniel smiles brightly which makes me laugh
"Thank you" I lean onto the bar top beside Corbyn. He looks at me with a sparkle in his eye, but I can tell he's still pissed off.
"Wanna take a ride with me?" He places a hand on my bare back, warming up my cold body with his furnace like heat
"Where are we going?" I stand up straight, seeing Daniel roll his eyes
"I gotta go talk to Trixi, Rocky saw her on a street corner with a bunch of other prostitutes. I at least want to talk to her, see if her old pimp got to her" Corbyn looks worried, but with all the shit Trixi put me through, I couldn't care less
"I'll come" I spin back on my red heels to head to the locker room, but Corbyn grabs my hand.
He guides me towards his office and I wonder what's happening.
"Here, it didn't fit my sister, so I thought maybe you could fit it" Corbyn hands me some red silk fabric. I hold it out in front of me and see a short red dress, still with the price tag on it.
"Your sister spent a grand on this?"
"Something like that" Corbyn puts on his black suit jacket.
I catch him staring when I shimmy on the small dress. I smooth it down and feel kinda badass. The dress goes just above my knees and has a wrinkled look to it. The string straps and deep open back makes me feel like a goddess.
"Perfect fit" Corbyn smiles as he pulls the tag off in one swift movement. He hands me the trench coat I wore to his condo and then we're out the door.
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"Are you glad to be back?" Corbyn smiles as we scope out the streets for Trixi
"I wouldn't even consider myself back yet, my first shift is looking for Trixi" I keep my eyes on the sidewalk for the chubby red head
"Whoa, calm down, don't have to seem so eager to dance on a pole for hundreds of men" Corbyn chuckles, quickly pulling to the side of the road
"There she is, what's the plan?" I point out the girl in ripped fishnets and a fuzzy lined jean jacket.
"You wait in the car-"
"Hell no, I didn't sit on my ass looking for her just to be stuck in the car" Corbyn chuckles as I open my door and hop out. I pull the jacket closed as the wind is freezing.
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Dance For Me
FanfictionCorbyn Besson, being the most feared man in the city of angels, covers up his dirty business with the help of his well known strip club. Dove, his newest, and unwanted dancer, comes into the club unknowing the secrets the four walls hold. Will Corb...