Their Sin City Showgirl (The American Soldier Collection 7)

There were ways to see if this woman was on the up-and-up. And because Martin had such the creative mind, he’d come up with a great plan. If all went well, Dexter would own her by the end of the night. If not, then the songbird would be dead.

He turned his attention toward the stage, Jade’s voice pulling him from his morbid plans. Yeah, the woman was perfect.

She had an amazing voice, and she moved her body in such a way, not a man in the place was unaffected. The shape of her hips, the swell of her large breasts, was all-appealing to the eyes. From this distance, Martin couldn’t see her gorgeous green eyes, but he knew they were bold and mesmerizing.

His dick instantly hardened. She could be the perfect match for those special clients of his. If he paired Jade up with Tara and Caitlin, it could be the easiest hundred grand he ever made. Martin would see what his client thought about the two other women he’d secured for him. The meet and greet would take place in Jade’s presence, and then Martin could speak to her about joining in and making some cash. But first, he would have a taste of her.

“What’s that look for? Are you planning something?” Dexter asked Martin.

“Brother, don’t you worry. Tonight might turn into a very special night for us.” He looked back at Jade as she belted out a high note that sent the crowd cheering. She was fucking impressive. So much so that he would consider keeping her as his regular fuck. His brother might want her too, but he’d handle that. She was that fucking special. Martin imagined her tied to his bed, kneeling on the floor in front of him, calling him master and sir. Holy fuck. I want her. I’m going to have her. She’ll accept. She has to.

* * * *

J.J. was backstage standing behind the dressing curtain when Tara approached.

“Don’t bother with that one. Wear this one,” she said, and then handed

her a very sleek black dress that dipped low in the front and the back. Her breasts would barely be covered.

J.J. placed her hands on her hips and stared at Tara with an expression she hoped signified her displeasure.

“Are you kidding me? That dress is not made for a woman with my figure.” She placed it back onto the rack and to the other side of the changing curtain.

“You have to wear it. With these heels. I believe you’re a size seven.” She handed her very high heels, practically stilettos.

“Why do I have to wear this?” she asked.

Tara looked around and then moved closer.

“Martin wants you to wear this. He asked that you join him and his brother for dinner and a private party in the back room.”

“A private party? Hey, I didn’t say that I wanted to get involved in what you mentioned earlier. I’ve never done anything like that before. I don’t know if I—”

Tara raised her hand up for J.J. to stop talking. “I know that. He has been watching you. Men have been requesting you. Now is the opportunity for you to ask him questions, see what this type of work is all about, and then make a decision.” Tara took a deep breath and released it.

“But I can tell you right now, there’s no declining Martin’s offer, whatever it is. He has been paying close attention to you. He’s interested.”

“But I may not be,” J.J. said, as she was trying to come up with a plan to notify the guys who were supposed to be watching her.

“He won’t hurt you. If you’re submissive, like you seem you would be in bed, then you’ll be just fine, and it won’t hurt too badly.”

“Submissive? Me? Hurt too badly? Oh God, what is going to happen?”

“It’s really not that bad. Prentice is the one to worry about. If he takes an interest in you…just avoid Prentice at all costs. Now hurry up. I am supposed to bring you there. I’m on for tonight, too, along with Caitlin,” Tara said.

J.J. stared at the black dress. When she placed it on, she looked at herself in the mirror.

Holy shit. This is definitely not me. There’s no place to put a gun, a knife, or anything as a weapon.

She thought about it, grabbed the black purse, and then looked around before reaching into her backpack and pulling out her switchblade. It was better than walking into something like this completely naked. Although that was exactly how she felt.

* * * *

“You sneaky son of a bitch. What are you up to?” Dexter asked his brother, Martin, as Jade entered the room. His heart was pounding inside of his chest. His cock was so fucking hard, it was difficult to breathe. He wanted this woman. Had obsessed over her the last two weeks. His brother knew that he was interested. Was he offering her to him?

“Is she mine, Martin?” he whispered, not taking his eyes off of her.

“Not yet. Let’s see how this plays out. I got dibs first, and if she’s as perfect as I think she’ll be, then we’ll discuss sharing her.”