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so it made a circle around the bartenders. On the other side of the bar were smaller stages that had dancers on them as well. Apparently that’s where the dancers went when their spotlight performance was through if they didn't find a douche to relieve of his money.
    There was an elaborate staircase that flared out the closer it got to the floor faci ng the bar. The damn thing looked like it belonged in a hotel, not a strip club. But hey, what did Rafe know about decorating. And especially a strip club at that. The stairs were where Sloan was leading them. Rafe was fairly surprised at how busy the place was for a Monday night. But hey, when you had nymphs drawing in your customers, then it did kinda make sense.

                                    CHAPTER 12     
     
     
          They reached the stairs without incident thank the Fates. He figured that was because he was being led by the beta, the second in command. Werewolves were all about dominance, like all the friggin time. That shit got old real quick. You had the alpha, the one in charge of everything, literally everything. If someone didn't agree with him on any little thing, he had every right to rip his throat out. Hell, he could rip anyone in his pack to shreds because he didn't like the way you said hello to him. Can you say barbaric much?
    The beta was the second to only the alpha. When alpha wasn't ar ound, what he said was law. He too was all about the “I am wolf hear me growl bull shit”. Rafe just didn't have the time to care about that crap. Guess that's why he wouldn't make a good werewolf, and wasn't that just a bummer. Ummm not. Rafe really didn't care about the pecking order after that. Hell, he didn't care about the pecking order period, but when in Rome.
    At the top of the stairs, it opened up to a big open loft. There was another bar, but it was tucked in the corner up here. This level resembled more of a sports bar. There were pool tables and flat screen TV’s mounted on the walls. The whole club had a sound system that about blew your ear drums out. How the wolves could stand the ear splitting noise was beyond Rafe. His head hurt from the short amount of time he'd been here, course that probably had to do with the company he was having to be in too.
    There were quite a few dancers up here working the gullible losers too. Rafe figured this was more of a VIP lounge cause they weren't dancing on stag es. Nope they were dancing on laps; one was even sprawled out on one of the pool tables. And none of them were adhering to the no touching rule, not the nymphs and sure as hell not the guys paying for the nymphs. And oh lookie there, they had private rooms for private “dances". There were several halls full of them Rafe guessed.
    They had another guard dog by the stairs that you had to get through once you reached the top. You could come see the action, but unless you had the funds to pay for it, than you wer e just shit outta luck. Rafe was sure it would cost you a whole lot to have fun up here. Especially since the dancers were way more touchy feely than down on the main level.
    Sloan nodded his head at the wolf stationed there. The guy gave Rafe the once over and growled low as he passed. Rafe couldn't help the laugh that came out in reaction to that. Well yeah, he could, but he didn't care enough to. Plus he knew that'd piss beef cake off more. Rafe had to get his jollies somehow, might as well make it at meat heads expense. He thought tough guy would do something there for a second, but the wolf thought better of it at the last possible moment. Probably cause Sloan turned around and growled back.
        "Well aren't you my mighty protector. ” Rafe said to Sloan.
        "Can it Casper. I'm bored as hell around here and as much fun as it would be to watch you take a bite outta Dog, I sure as hell ain't letting you have any fun when I'm not. Not to mention Dom gets pissed when we break shit in front of