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the host prefers. This isn't something I can put together on short notice. Now, if you'd like to—”
    I growled, long and deep. His teeth snapped with the force of him shutting his trap.
    “What I'd like is to get in on the action happening”—I sniffed the air—“downstairs, perhaps?”
    “It's not possible.” Morris practically whispered, his face pale and his skin clammy.
    The footfalls of another man reached my ears before he reached the corner. I was ready with a glare and a growl when he walked up on us.
    “What's the problem?” Tall, massive, with ice-green eyes and a wicked scar to rival my denmate Beast's deformed mug, this shifter gave off the air of someone pissed and ready to fight. That was okay with me. After the whole “mate, can't mate, others staring at mate” shit, I could use a little relaxation-by-fist.
    “These gentlemen would like to join the party downstairs.” Morris practically hissed the last word. 
    Iceman met my gaze. He didn’t outright challenge me, but he definitely didn’t back down to my glare. I cocked an eyebrow and waited, doubting he had the balls to attack. Iceman smirked and brought his hand to his mouth. The scent of blood was unmistakable even though the maroon stains around his fingernails had dried. Numbers growled behind me, but I kept my focus on the beast. He held my gaze as he stuck his tongue out and lapped at the remaining traces of blood on his fingers. 
    The man was one filthy motherfucker. 
    Tired of his attempt at intimidation, I called my wolf forward, welcoming the burn and pull as I allowed a slow shift to begin. It was something few wolves could manage, the level of control needed too far out of their grasp. But if there was one thing I had above others, it was excellent fucking control. So I let the huge shifter get a look at a real Alpha ready to attack. He held my stare for a good three seconds before he dropped his eyes to my lengthening snout. I pulled my lip up, exposing my canines as a reminder of my Alpha status. He blinked twice and looked away.
    I smirked at him even as I slid into my human form. “Next time, give the tip a swirl. I like a little tongue action.” 
    As much as I liked fucking with shifters who thought they were hot shit, I didn’t have the time. My little show would have to be enough to keep the punk in his place.
    “We smelled blood and knew there was something much more our speed than the little lap dance and tittie action we had going in the private room. We just want to join in on the”—I licked my lips and smirked at Gates—“fun.”
    The iceman stood quiet for a long period while Morris shook in my hands. Finally, iceman said “let them” before turning to walk away.
    “But we don't have enough girls, Caleb,” Morris yelled to the retreating wolf.
    “Fucking place is filled with pussy. Find it, and bring them downstairs. I need to deal with a cleanup.” And then he disappeared around the corner.
    “Hear that, Morris?” Gates leaned forward, practically spitting in the man’s face. “Caleb said to find us some pussy. I'm in the mood to get a little rough.”
     
    Cherry
    Ten minutes after tall, dark, and scary left, the back door to the changing room opened and Morris walked in.
    “I need you dressed for a full-pink show. Pull out your best, these men are important to Amnesia and Mr. Ehrman.”
    I didn't move from my seat, knowing waitresses were never invited to those types of shows. Full pink meant only two things—anything goes and no witnesses. They were like the private parties but with higher tips and fewer witnesses. And they were a closely guarded secret of the club.
    But then Morris pointed at me. “You too, Cherry.”
    I frowned. “I'm not a performer.”
    He ran a hand over his greasy hair and scowled. “You are tonight.”
    My stomach dropped. No. No way was I being bullied into this. I stood up and grabbed my bag off the bench. 
    “Sorry, Morris. But I'm not a stripper, nor am I