Get Your Sexy On. Kimberly Kaye Terry

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      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 21

      Chapter 22

      Chapter 23

      Chapter 24

      Chapter 25

      Chapter 26

      Chapter 27

      Chapter 28

      Chapter 29

      Chapter 30

      Chapter 31

      Chapter 32

      Chapter 33

      Chapter 34

      Chapter 35

      Chapter 36

      Chapter 37

      Chapter 38

      Chapter 39

      Chapter 40

      Chapter 41

      Chapter 42

      Chapter 43

      Chapter 44

      Chapter 45

      Chapter 46

      Chapter 47

      Epilogue

      1

      The Sweet Kitty Gentlemen’s Club

       Downtown Washington, DC

      “Sin, it’s showtime. Time to get your sexy on, girl.”

      After curling the mascara wand one last time over her naturally thick lashes, Sienna glanced away from the mirror.

      She smiled at the woman who gave her the reminder and pushed the wand back inside the mascara tube and twisted it closed.

      “Yeah, Kitty, I know,” she murmured, throwing the woman a small affectionate smile. “I’ll be ready in a sec. Gotta give ’em the best that I got, to get what I want,” she quipped.

      Deloris, aka Delatta Kitty, ran her hands down the sides of her thong-covered rounded hips. “Definitely, baby girl. And maybe after your last set, you and I can have a drink and you can show me the best that you got,” the older woman murmured in her whisky-toned voice, and gave Sienna a small wink.

      “I don’t know if you can handle the best I’ve got. I may be too much for you.” She rose from her chair and glanced at her reflection in the chipped oval mirror.

      “Promises, promises. Why don’t you let me be the judge of what I can handle, baby girl?”

      “Yeah, right. I value my health too much, even if I were so inclined, Ms. D,” she said, looking back in the mirror, checking her makeup. “Carmen lets it be known that if anyone, man or woman, ever tries to step to you, they will have to deal with her.”

      Deloris had been with her lover, Carmen Delgado, one of the other dancers, for more than a decade. Barely out of their teens, the two women had met at another club, dancing two in a cage. No matter how much Deloris flirted with other women, Sienna knew she would never cheat on Carmen. She loved Carmen as much as the woman loved her.

      “Yeah, my woman can get a bit hot around the collar sometimes. But still, if you’re ever lonely…” Deloris let the sentence dangle and Sienna released a groaning laugh. “Girl, you’re going to get me in trouble. If your woman even thinks I’m trying to step to you, my ass is grass!”

      Deloris returned the laugh and strolled away from Sienna, her full hips swaying.

      Sienna shook her head and grinned as Deloris put more than a little bit of attitude in her walk as she strolled away. Sienna released a small chuckle before she turned her attention to the mirror for one final, critical assessment, pursing her crimson red lips.

      She opened the tube of lip gloss on the vanity and ran the cotton tip over her full upper and lower rims.

      Sinful lips. She had sinful lips.

      That’s what she’d been told on more than one occasion. Her foster father had told her that her lips were full of sin, just like she was. He had licked his thin lips; a nasty, lustful smile had crossed his pinched features while he watched her dress for school.

      Sienna thought of the other crude things he’d said when no one else was around to hear.

      When no one had been around to stop him.

      She shoved the memories out of her mind of what he’d forced her to do with her sinful lips. She focused her thoughts on her future, away from her painful past.

      “Just one more night of this, and I’m done. Lord, just let me make it through one more night,” she whispered out loud, closed her eyes, and sent the prayer heavenward.

      She opened her eyes and smiled, determinedly, at her reflection. Using both hands, she fluffed the long, dark blond, curly wig around her face, making sure that none of СКАЧАТЬ