Free G-Men: The Series by Andrea Smith Page A

in her black fishnet body stocking with built-in bikini crotch less panties and pasties covering her nipples.
    “When are you out?” I asked her.
    “Right after Ruby. She’s on now.”
    “Which stage is next?”
    “Center,” she replied.
    That was the horseshoe bar where I’d spotted Slate with Garnet.
    “Want me to take a dance for you?” I asked Emerald.
    “Hey, I could use a longer break,” she admitted. “I’m so freaking premenstrual. I hope like hell I don’t start tonight. These outfits can’t even hide a tampon,” she remarked, laughing.
    “It’s settled then,” I replied, smiling. “You take it easy. I’ve got this one covered.”
    “Thanks, Diamond. I owe you,” she replied.
    She ran out and told the announcer that I was switching dancing order with her so that I would be announced when the next song played.
    A couple of minutes later, I was announced to center stage to the tune of Whitesnake’s, “Here I go Again.”
    How fitting.
    The beat was awesome to display many of the moves and additional gymnastics I’d added to my repertoire. I made sure I strutted my stuff right in front of Slate, who was still sitting next to Garnet, though I clearly had his attention now. I preened about like a peacock in front of him. Garnet’s displeasure was obvious as I ascended the pole and spun and twirled like she wished she could.
    “Just another heart in need of rescue; waiting on love’s sweet charity…”
    This song tugged at my heart, at my pride. It said all of the things that I felt inside of me and had for so very long. My dancing was my means of getting it out there, dealing with it in a healthy way. I lost myself to the music and the lyrics.
    As the song ended, I wrapped myself around the pole and slid downward, allowing myself to segue into the splits right in front of where Slate was sitting, his eyes not moving from me.
    I saw the hateful look that Garnet was directing my way. It didn’t faze me a bit. I raised my head up to look directly into Slate’s sapphire blue eyes. I saw something there as well. It was indistinguishable, but somehow I felt that he got it. He got me. I wasn’t someone to be toyed with, and he understood.
    I rose up from my floor position and left the stage amid the loud applause, wolf whistles, and male shout-outs. This had been one of my best performances. It had been all about the song, and all about Slate. I truly didn’t know why.
    I returned to the dressing room and quickly went to my locker. This was my last set for the night. I wanted to get into my street clothes and get the hell home. I changed into a pair of jeans and a hoodie, trading my four-inch heels for a pair of brown leather boots.
    I told Janine I’d collect my tips tomorrow night when I worked. She was fine with it.
    “Is everything alright, Diamond?” She had that motherly look of concern on her face.
    “Yeah, everything’s good. It’s just hard, you know, with both Lindsey and Jack gone. It’s kind of lonely, I guess.”
    “Okay darlin’, you take care. I’ll see you tomorrow night then.”
    “Yeah, until then,” I replied, heading out the door.
    I didn’t bother with getting a bouncer to walk me out. I left through the back, not wanting to face Slate, who was probably still sitting with Garnet and hoping to score for the night. I was certain he would have no problem. Garnet made no secret she would offer her pussy up on a silver platter for Slate.
    I’d left the building through the back and was nearly to the corner where the last bus of the night would pick me up, when suddenly, out of nowhere, strong arms grasped me from behind, whirling me around. My heart plummeted to my stomach. I immediately let my instincts kick in and took a defensive stance, one that I’d learned in kick boxing.
    My eyes fell upon my attacker’s deep blue eyes. It was Slate.
    “What the fuck are you doing?” I hissed, my adrenaline pumping, poised to protect myself.
    “What the fuck are you