Ricky had already done her first set of the evening and, by rights, should have been out on the main floor offering lap dances or lining up clients for later. She was not. She’d glanced up instinctively when the door had opened and, seeing who had come in, she made a run for it. She ducked backstage with every intention of claiming a need for a break. The last thing she wanted to deal with tonight was Rob. She didn’t mind giving blood to vamps, in fact she was a little bit in love with the rush that came along with it. But she never got that rush from Rob. He never bit her, for one thing. He’d cut her, collect the blood, and scowl the entire time. It was too clinical. And he certainly never had sex with her. Not all of her vamp clients did, of course, but she liked it when they did. It made her feel so powerful, that she had that kind of control over a killer. That once she got them in her bed, they were just as pliant as any other man beneath her hands.
But not Rob. Never Rob.
Still, she knew that even if she hid, this was most likely going to be her cross to bear. She knew Saint was in town but she honestly didn’t know if Rob would go for him. Her. What the hell ever, Ricky could never keep it straight. She wondered if the possibility of a penis was more of a deal breaker for him than the sight of her tattoos and piercings. She grinned a bit wickedly and ducked into the changing room. She’d been dressed for lapdances, meaning sexy, but not overly revealing. They wanted that, they’d have to pay to join her in her rooms. Now however? Well, things were a bit different now. As quickly as she could, she stripped down and redressed herself in the skimpiest thing on the rack. It was little more than a black bra with long fringe that swung around her midsection and a pair of hot pants. All of her tattoos would be perfectly visible. The hoops through her nipples made small, visible bumps in the thin fabric across her breasts. She laced up her thigh high boots and checked the mirror. Oh yeah. She should be the least appetizing thing on the menu for him tonight. At least she hoped so.
With a cocky grin, she headed back into the backstage area, sure that someone would be looking for her by now. Rob was nothing if not predictable in his habits.