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I nod and mumble a thanks before I make my way to one of the stages.
Sliding into the worn-out leather chair, I lean back and make myself comfortable.
I have a perfect view of the stage, up close and personal, to the beautiful women who are about to put me in an amazing mood.
The pulsing bass of the music reverberates through my body, oddly enough offering me a sense of solace.
A Latina woman wearing a see-through green lingerie set comes over to me, talking sweetly. “Can I get you something to drink?”
I blink a couple of times, taking in her beauty. “A beer. Dos Equis if you have it.”
She cocks her hips to one side, a playful smile on her lips. “Anything for you, sugar.”
I watch her sashay away, her ass bouncing with each step she makes.
Yep, this is the perfect place for me to chill after a long day.
As the first dancer takes the stage, my attention shifts.
I appreciate the sight of her toned body, watching as she moves rhythmically to the beat of the music.
The short Latina woman comes back with my beer and I hand her a fresh twenty-dollar bill. “Keep the change, sweetheart.”
She smiles brightly. “Thanks, baby!”
I take a swig, the cold liquid refreshing me in ways I can’t comprehend.
My eyes drift back to the dancer in front of me, who expertly spins around the pole, her legs spread wide.
I mutter under my breath, wondering what it would be like to have those legs wrapped around me.
But, it’s useless. I don’t have enough energy to fuck a woman tonight. I’m fucking beat.
Back in the day, there were plenty of times when I slept with strippers.
It’s been a while, though, so I might have to indulge while I’m in Los Angeles.
The one thing I love about them is how carefree it is.
They don’t expect anything from you—a relationship, to call them back—it’s a one-and-done deal.
The thought alone sends shivers down my spine.
I keep my eyes trained on every perfect move she makes.
A few minutes pass by, and the waitress’s sultry voice greets me once more. “Enjoying the show?”
I avert my eyes to her for a moment, her lips tugging up in a knowing grin.
“More than I thought I would,” I admit, chuckling softly.
I take another sip of my beer, my eyes flickering back to the stage.
The first dancer finishes her set and the second one steps out.
The waitress stays right beside me, licking her lips as she watches the woman on the stage move to the beat of the music. “Ebony is great, but just wait until you see Oak. She’s something else.”
Oak?
