Have you ever been so exhausted you feel it deep in your soul? After twenty-four years living in this seedy town and six years in the business of serving seedy men, that's me. So. Damn. Tired. Every day, I dream of becoming a wanderer—me and my trusty home on wheels taking life on the road. Every night, I striptease to turn those daydreams into a reality. Bikers from around the nation ride in for Gulf Coast Bike Week every spring and fall. Under the thumb of a local motorcycle gang, the dancers at Tit for Tat Saloon take good care of them. "Dance for just one more motorcycle rally," I told myself. That was three years ago, before I was claimed by a member of a rival club. Twice a year, he visits me along with the rest of his brigade. While they are here, I tend to their needs. This season, though, hackles are raised; local outlaws are whispering concerns that Hell for Leather is up to no good. A buzz of weariness in my bones warns that this hidden agenda will affect their favorite saloon girl. Trouble is, I care. Too much. The men who make up their group will get me—all of me. Willingly. Regardless of how it chips away at my already-damaged soul. "Dance for just one more motorcycle rally," I tell myself.