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“Have you ever thought those were the types of women he gets bored with? Maybe he needs more out of a woman than just looks. Ryker is a good guy. I don’t know if you should go out with him, but I don’t think you should say no because you think you’re not enough for him…because that is bullshit.”
“You’re just saying that ’cause you’re my friend.”
We move up and I catch the bouncer’s eye. “Hey, what do you think of my friend here.” He looks Bryn up and down. She’s as tall as me and lean but has great curves. She’s wearing a dark blue fitted dress that accentuates her body, but it isn’t too revealing or too short. Unlike mine.
“She’s gorgeous,” he says and winks at her.
She huffs. “He’s just saying that because he works here.”
I stare at her. “I’m going to hit you.”
The bouncer leans over and whispers something into her ear, causing her to blush. Her lips curl into a smile, and she shakes her head. “Thanks,” she says, looking away. She starts to fan herself, and he laughs loudly.
“Okay. Are we ready to go in?” Bryn squeaks, avoiding the bouncer’s heated stare. She blows out a breath. “It’s really hot in here. I need a drink.”
I laugh at her while grabbing the girls to come inside. Finding out what he said is a conversation that will happen later. We walk through a small gift shop before getting to the front doors and then we’re escorted to our seats. Couches surround the stage and there’s a row of tables with chairs right behind it. That’s where we are. Our new friends just happen to be sitting to our left. Harper pulls their table closer so they can join us. We find out their names are Coryn and Abby.
I run my hand across the red velvety couch in front of us. Fancy. Sitting down, I watch as the crowd fills the room. Coryn orders a lemon drop shot for everyone as soon as our waiter comes and introduces himself. Trey. Trey is freaking hot. I’m wondering why he’s not one of the guys on stage because he certainly could be.
We talk with our new friends, waiting for our drinks and for the show to start. Syd keeps smiling at me. I can feel it. She’s planned something, and I’m sure I’m not going to like it. She knows if I get dragged on stage, she’s going to die. A slow and painful death.
“You know, payback is a bitch, right?” I say, glaring at her.
She bursts out laughing. “Just remember, I love you.” She blows me a kiss. I itch my nose with my middle finger.
A couple shots later and after downing a fishbowl drink called XXL Voodoo, with glowing ice cubes, the lights begin to dim. You’d think we were out in the wild with how many women start howling and screaming. It’s like their mating call. My friends? They’re the loudest of them all.
Strobe lights spear through the fog, permeating the air from the ground up. Heavy bass music blares all around us, and I can feel the vibration deep inside me. Syd bounces in her chair, her hands in the air as she screams. I can barely hear her over the music. When the screams elevate to a deafening level, I turn toward the stage. The lights go out. When they turn back on, ten beautifully sculpted men are dancing on stage.
Right in front of me. Holy hotness.
Everyone is up on their feet, including me. I can’t help it. I move my hips to the music while I watch their bodies move around on stage. One guy drops down, walks in front of me, and runs his hand down my face. “Hey, beautiful,” he whispers in my ear. Oh, hell. I should not be getting goose bumps from the heat of his breath. Before I can regain my senses and back away, he’s moved into the crowd. Thank God!
“He was hot,” Harper screams. I nod and smile wide in agreement. That same guy brings a woman from the crowd onto the stage, and I blow out a sigh of relief that it wasn’t me. The guys surround her on stage, each one taking their turn with her. Then she starts talking about safe words and unicorns. Nope, not a random girl. She must be the MC.
As the show progresses, the level of heat in this place rises. Between the gorgeous men and the show they put on to the drinks I’m inhaling, I’m feeling really good…and turned on. I clench my crossed legs, watching a number where a woman and man are on the stage with water falling on them.
I lean over to Syd. “What’s the name of this song? Because the next time I’m in the shower with Aiden, I want it to be playing,” I say, fanning my face.
“I don’t know, but when you find out, please share.” I nod and go back to watching the erotic scene in front of us.
The songs continue and each time a guy hops off stage and walks in our direction, my heart starts to beat faster. I turn and look at one of the girls. Don’t make eye contact, I keep telling myself. I really don’t want to go on stage.
Then it happens. Two guys are on stage dancing and both hop off and head right for us. I do my normal, look away routine, but when I look back he’s standing right in front of me with a sexy ass grin.
It’s the same guy who called me beautiful at the start of the show. “Come on, beautiful, you can’t ignore me anymore,” he says, pulling my hand. The other guy walks Syd on the stage, too. She’s certainly more willing than I am. She practically jumps into his arms. We’re seated on two wooden chairs opposite of each other on the stage. The guys dance between us. I glare at Sydney and shake my head. I knew I should have had more to drink.
I have my legs crossed so I don’t flash anyone, but Mr. Hottie comes and uncrosses them, straddling me. Oh, God. I’m holding on to the chair for dear life.
“Relax,” he breathes into my ear. “I’ve got you.” No. No, you don’t have me. My heart is beating so fast I can’t relax even if I wanted to. Between my nerves, the music, and the man rubbing his groin on my lap, I think I might have a heart attack. I take a deep breath and blow it out slowly. God, I hope no one is getting video of this; Aiden would hunt this guy down.
Mr. Hottie grabs my hands and puts them around his neck. His hands glide down my sides. Oh. I bite my lip. Oh, SHIT! He grabs my thighs and picks me up.
“Wrap your legs around me. Don’t worry.”
Don’t worry? That’s easy for him to say. My crotch is going to be rubbing against his cock and only my panties are going to be between us. Oh, no. This is not good. I’m going to kill Sydney. I wrap my legs around him because I start to slide down his sweaty body. I close my eyes and try not to think about what’s happening right now. It’ll be done in a minute. He nuzzles his face in my neck.
“I need you to hold on. We’re about to go up,” he whispers. Go up? Go the fuck up where?
