Hidden in the Stars (Falling Stars #2) Read Online Free PDF

that, just wait till you see the show. No super skinny, over inflated tits on these girls." He shakes his head and smiles. "These are real women with curves for days. Thom is brilliant in his recruitment."
    "When does the show start?" I ask, looking around at the barely filled tables.
    "In about twenty." Redman licks his lips. "The place will fill up. It always does on Friday and Saturday nights, but I think it could do better."
    Silence lingers for a moment, just before Redman goes straight into the topic I hate most.
    "Hey, Jack, heard what the bitch did. She supposed to be with some dude in Hollywood now, right?"
    I shrug and furrow my brow. Why is this topic always up for discussion?
    "I know it sucks, but trust me, you'll get over it. Hell, you have that hot little model chick, right? And this place will—”
    "Laney was the one, Red. How do you replace that? How do you move on? That's right, you don't." Slouching back into the red velvet booth, I toss back the last of my drink. "What you do, is find something or someone bearable enough to focus on. Unfortunately, in my case, I wasn't enough for her either."
    "Sorry, man, I didn't mean—”
    "Let's just change the fucking subject. I'm okay if we just don't talk about the…about her."
    "Yeah, sure."
    For the next ten minutes, Redman discusses his ideas and plans for this club and we barely notice the increasing crowd.
    When the music changes to an old fashion bump and grind, my eyes land on a small band off to the side of the stage. The lights dim and a hush falls over the patrons. A stocky man approaches our table.
    "Thom," Redman motions for the man to sit, "these are two friends of mine. This is Xavier, an old bandmate, and this is Jackson, a longtime friend of ours. Guys, this is Thom, the current owner."
    "Good evening, gentlemen. I hope you will enjoy the show. I'm afraid we've had to make a bit of change up tonight."
    "A change?" Redman sat up straight. "Why?"
    "Well, I'm afraid my wife has become ill and cannot perform. I've asked a couple of the girls to step in for the night." Thom smiles, but the twitch in his cheek gives away his nervousness.
    "Your wife?" Xavier asks.
    "Thom's wife is Jazzmin, the lead performer. She's pretty amazing." Redman furrows his brow. "Who is going on instead?"
    "Well," Thom clears his throat, "we've had to make a change to the format so the girls are more comfortable with the songs. Miz Liz will start off the evening, but I know you also enjoy Bette. She will come on for a solo as well. Since this is the modern weekend, I'm confident they can handle this."
    "Miz Liz and Bette, huh?" Redman nods. "Bethany's good, but Liza is amazing! She's probably your best singer. No offense, Thom."
    "No offense at all," Thom says, looking more relaxed now that Redman is too.
    "Wait till you hear Miz Liz." Redman wears a huge grin. "This girl sounds like she swallowed a Baptist choir," he laughs, taking a drink from his beer.
    The music changes and the room goes dark. Heavy beats drum through the air. Gold lights fade in on girls dressed in white corsets and thigh-high outfits strutting onto the stage in exaggerated motions of hips, legs, and arms.
    The first raspy words fill the room with the appearance of one stiletto wearing leg from behind a black curtain. She steps into the bright white light like a sexy, dirty porcelain doll with curly white ringlets flowing down her back and over one shoulder. A black, lace corset wraps around her, pressing her tits high and round, and a black garter holds up red, lace thigh-highs.
    The backup girls sing and dance around her, running their hands over her body. Miz Liz runs a hand up her tiny corseted waist, over the bulging mounds on her chest and the side of her face, pulling on a lace mask as she sings, "This is what you came for." Tossing the lace away, she gyrates and slides against the other dancers, making her way to the front of the stage.
    She continues to sing about what they came for, taking