"I SAID....HIT THE FUCKING PLAYBACK BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND!!!" she roared and took another pull off the bottle. One of the crew quickly punched the buttons and the whole room got quiet as "FOREVER" came blaring out of all the speakers and Emma smashed the whiskey bottle against the table and spun, to face Zac. Someone had moved the cards but the table was littered with beer bottles, and she kicked them out of the way as she did her number, changing the moves slightly to go with the beat of this song instead of the other. She could hear the hoots and hollers of the band as she danced and she saw Zac staring at her, almost shocked even though she was performing only for him right now. He sat on the chair she'd recently vacated and watched mesmerized as she bent and flipped her hair, crawling across the table top to put her face close to his, like she was going to kiss him, then danced away. She turned her back and swung her sexy ass out, her hands on her hips, then swung the rest of her body around with it her body beginning to glisten with sweat. "Oh fuck." he muttered, feeling his cock start to get hard in his pants. He took a deep breath and calmed himself, but it didn't last long. Some one handed Emma another bottle of whiskey, and she spun it, like a western gun slinger swings a pistol, then took a long pull of that bottle, spun it again and set it on the table, then jumped from it, landing on her feet on the right beat. She kicked a few more beer bottles out of her way and danced over to Bob. "You owe me asshole.." she muttered as she leaned over him and took the bill he held out to her and stuffed it in her bra. "This doesn't even BEGIN to cover it..Bobby boy.." she grinned and spun away from him. jack slipped up behind Zac. "You okay with this?" he asked. "I'm floored.." Zac answered and a slow grin spread across his face. "She just made back all the money she lost at poker.." he chuckled as the guys just started slipping her money and handing her drinks. "She NEVER had to peel down to less that what is equal to a bikini, Zac. She did make good money, but she's way too good for this." Jack gripped Zac's shoulder. "And she just got the primadonna FIRED." he said and stepped back when Emma twirled over to Zac and tortured him slowly, as kind of a payback for insisting HERE. Zac just grinned and handed her his beer. She leaned over him and untied her halter at the neck. "Think it's funny, drummerman?" she said seductively and spun again, whipping off her halter and tossing it at him. He caught it and sucked in his breath as she danced in front of him, her bra matching the black leather pants perfectly and her tattoo peeked over the low waist. He grabbed her arm and she spun back over to him. "Not funny babydoll...horny..." he groaned in her ear. She gave him a wicked smile. and danced out of his reach. She jumped back up on the table and kicked another bottle out of the way, then ended the number her hand on her hip and her hair tossed over her shoulder. The room errupted into deafening applause as Emma grabbed a beer and jumped back down off the table. "THAT'S A WRAP!!" the director yelled and grinned at Emma's shocked expression. "Why'd you hold out on me Miss James?" he asked her. "Nobody's holding out. I don't like lead roles." she said. "Too bad, 'cause you just landed it AND shot it. We can edit your boyfriend out, since it's not his band." the director said. :"YOU SHOT THAT?" she yelled. "Hell yeah! It was perfect! Even Kid can't stand up for a while.." he chuckled. "Shit.." she muttered. "Fucking whiskey.." she threw her beer bottle in the can reserved for them and stalked over to Zac. "I guess I'm done here." she said and stalked to where her bag lay and hoisted it roughly to her shoulder.

"Emma...baby...wait.." he rolled his eyes at Bob, who shook his head and grinned. "Whipped.." he mouthed. "Bite me.." Zac mouthed back and grabbed Emma by the arm. "Babe...what the hell is wrong? You just got the lead role AND a bigger paycheck to boot.." Zac was totally confused. She turned to him and gave him a pained look. "Not here Zac..please.." she said. "YES HERE..." he roared back, "You just got the opportunity you needed to be able to really get somewhere Em. And I dunno what you thought I'd think...but it wasn't something I couldn't have lived with.." he told her and softened his expression. Emma was slammed with a thousand different emotions at once, the ending one being anger. She still hated 'Sugar', considered her the biggest, sleaziest bitch on the face of the planet and she thought that Zac deserved better. She laughed sarcastically, "That was nothing Zac..." she said softly. "I said you wouldn't like it and I wasn't kidding. I don't like it.." she said. "You wanna know what I don't like, huh, Em?" he said through gritted teeth. "I hate the fact that Tay was in that bar, watching you dance like that and NOBODY said anything, though I do understand why. I hate the fact that every fucking man in this building has been in there to see you dance, strip down to almost nothing, including Jack and I have to sit here like a moron, going,  'i wouldn't know, she never told me...kept me in the dark until she quit'. I feel like an idiot. Apparently I was missing something, or Taylor wouldn't have spent half his life makin' goo-goo eyes at you when he thought I wasn't looking. I'm not stupid, Emma." He let out a deep breath, his eyes flashing angrily as Emma stood there shocked and tears filled her eyes. "So? You want the whole ugly package do you? Like Taylor has ever meant more to me than being some kind of BROTHER. Yes, I do love him, he's your brother...which makes him mine too. He never once touched me, Zac. Until he had to drag my drugged ass out of that hell hole. He'll probably marry Jenny and I, for one, am happy for them. But you want the whole ugly side that I HATE? Alright Zac. But remember...YOU wanted it.." she said and dropped her bag, stalking back to the middle of the room and grabbing Bob's beer. She took a huge drink and looked at him. "If you want another dance on me, you better fucking play something.." she snapped. "Shit.." he muttered and jumped up to go punch the buttons on the playback. She looked at the director, "You want more footage you better get set up.." she said and Jack went to stand next to Zac. "What the heck did you say to her?" he asked. Zac stood silent, his arms folded across his chest, his face set like stone. "Hope his cameras have plenty of film..." he said finally and left it at that. Jack shook his head and wondered if he could negotiate a little more money for Emma, he had a feeling they were in for a rough night.

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The men in the booth hit the playback again and the director, silently waved the camera crew to shoot. "Get whatever you can without distracting her.." he told the crew cheif, "She is ON.." he said as he watched Emma completely, sexually tease and torture the entire band and CREW. One of the band members tried to touch her as she danced near him and she stuck her booted foot in the center of his chest and kicked him out of the way. "Naughty.." she grinned, "No TOUCHING.." she shook her finger at him and danced around the other members, ending with Kid. "I'm the star.." he said loud enough to be heard over the music. "I get to touch.." he grinned down at her. "Touch more than my shoulder and I will skin your ass and hang your hide as a wall decoration.." she grinned seductively at him and ran her hands through her hair, wiggling her hips as he placed his hands on her shoulders. She turned suddenly, placed her hands on his chest, flipped her hair and shoved him away from her. "Sucker.." she grinned as he handed her another bill and she stuffed it in her bra. "Not me.." he said and pulled the lace at the side of her leather pants, then yanked the other one as she turned away from him. "You're DONE.." she mouthed and took a running leap for the table she had recently vacated, yanked the laces out of the sides of her pants, spun and then whipped them off, tossing them in his direction, which left her standing on the table in nothing but her black bra, black lace panties, and chunky heeled boots. She wiggled and danced a little more, until the song was over again, ending it by hurling a beer bottle against the wall. Once again the room errupted into wild hooting and hollering as Emma held her head high, jumped down off the table and stalked toward, Bob. "I don't need this.." she told him and took the bill from her bra, then tossed it at him. "I said it was on me.." she told him and walked away, the other dancers looking on in shock. Zac didn't know whether to be pissed off and leave without her, or pick her up and carry her to his truck and ravage her right there in the studio parking lot. She made his decision for him. She grabbed her bag and threw it over her shoulder, still in nothing but her skimpy undewear. "I'm leaving...Jack...I BETTER have a HUGE bonus on that check." she looked pointedly at Zac without saying anything, then walked quickly to the door and slammed out of it. "Thanks man.." Zac said to the Kid. "Hey..hang out anytime.." Bob said to Zac as he quickly took off after Emma. "Lucky little shit.." Kid muttered and Jack grinned. "Yeah.." he answered and went to make sure Emma got what she was worth.