Page 57 of Their Tracked Obsession

I couldn’t. I was a motherfucking pussy. But I must’ve had a green, sickly complexion because the stripper made a disgusted face and danced onto her next eager victim.

“Thank you, Jesus.” I blew out a breath.

I didn’t want to partake in a guys’ night away from our girl, and neither did Saint. Saint looked uncomfortable. We both were out of place. Our day-to-day life consisted of watching Liv twenty-four seven. Not this shit.

Saint rolled his eyes while a stripper shook her tits in his face, and he backed up in his seat. The exotic dancer, naked from the chest up, took the hint, and she moved over to Liv’s dad.

Frank’s eyeballs bugged out of his head while he stared at the woman’s chest. He practically drooled over this broad who was probably the age of his goddamn daughter. He reached out for her breasts jiggling back and forth, but there was a no-touching rule. She shook her head and whispered something in his ear. This only encouraged her chest to come closer, and he probably popped a stiffy on the spot. The old fella might die of a heart attack.

The dancer backed up and bent over. Her skimpy skirt would surely reveal her goods. Frank’s eyes lit up like Christmas.

“Get a load of this one!” Frank exclaimed over the music as he elbowed Saint in the arm and tucked bills into the elastic of her scandalous thong. “She can’t get enough of me!”

Saint leaned toward Frank. “Good. Keep her.”

“I will!” Frank watched the stripper wipe her hair back and twirl around the pole. “Don’t tell my wife.”

“No way.” Saint shook his head and slapped Frank on the back. “Your secret is safe with me.”

Saint got up from his seat and joined me. “We never should’ve picked Zane as the best man. I told you the fucking prick would ditch us.”

“Relax, Saint.” I leaned in close. “Zane would be here if he could.”

Zane couldn’t attend the bachelor party he had planned because he had an unexpected commitment pop up at the last minute. Goddamn lucky bastard. I wished I had another obligation to partake in, but the celebration was already in full swing when we found out. We couldn’t bail.

Great. More tits headed our way. Quick. Look angry.

I tensed up every muscle I could in my face. One eye twitched. My scowl was undeniable, and I grunted my displeasure to fend off the nosy bitch. But the money-hungry broad still kept coming.

Saint hissed, “Scram.”

“Aw. Why are you tense, baby?” She lay down in front of us and spread her thighs. “Need a dance?”

“Nope.” I slammed bills onto the stage and pointed at Frank. “But he does.”

The erotic dancer smiled, scooped up every piece of cash and rolled her nasty pussy away. Phew. Saved by Frank. We’d continue to send the strippers his way, and he’d have raw fish for hours to come.

“Damn, man, that was a close one.” Saint sighed as he leaned back in his chair and pulled out his cell phone. “I wonder what Liv is up to right now?”

I yanked his phone out of his hand. “No. We agreed we’d give her a night of freedom. A few more goddamn agonizing hours of this horse shit, and she’ll be ours.”

“You know you want to look,” Saint antagonized me.

“Dude. No.” I held up my index finger at Saint. “Don’t.”

“Oh, come on, Sin!” Saint tossed up his hands and reached for his device. “Give me the damn thing.”

“No. This is for our own good.” I held the phone behind my back.

Saint kept at me. He didn’t want to give up easily. He slapped at me like his damn cats with their claws out.

“Give it back, Sin,” Saint said.

“Quit it with the sissy shit.” I stood up and backed out of my seat.

The legs scraped along the floor as the chair fell backward and hit a waitress carrying drinks on a tray. She let out a gasp of surprise. She swayed left and then right but caught her balance. The drinks never crashed to the floor.

“Watch where you’re going, asshole!” the waitress shouted at me.