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“Are you really that bored?”
“Normally I’d say no.”
“What’s going on Logan? Normally you and the crew love rainy days.”
“I do, but only when my mother isn’t being a total psycho bitch.”
“Is she still harping about marrying Teagan?”
“Worse-she actually drained every last cent from her and my dad’s bank account. Normally it wouldn’t phase me, I’d just let him stay with us and take care of him until we sort this out.”
“You said he was funding the entire wedding and honeymoon because you are his only child. He’s been saving for it since you finished college.” Besides Teagan, Jaxson is one of my best friends. We tell each other everything.
“So how can I help? Advancements on projects?”
“I can’t do that because I still have bills to pay.”
“Let me make a call and I’ll call you back.”
CHAPTER THREE
One Week Later
My mother’s lawyer decided to file an extension so he can supposedly gather some facts. It will just tie up the longer. One thing is for sure, the more Mother pushes back, the more I pull Teagan closer to me.
Never thought I’d end up spending my free time working as a dancer and waiter at a woman’s club to make faster money though. It’s not a strip club, per se, but it’s sensual dancing with jeans on. Cowboy hats are so popular here that when Pythons first opened, it was optional. With each passing day, it was becoming more and more mandatory. Our jeans have to fit exactly right and hug us in all the right places. We can be fired if we try to wear a shirt while on the floor.
The icy glass panels light up with cool blue hues as the song pumps through the system and my best friend, Cole, does his dance routine. The women are all eye fucking him, throwing their numbers onto the stage. Some even go so far as throwing their panties or bras, like he’s some sort of rockstar.
“Hey, Logan!” I turn to see my boss, Xander Brentwood, standing there.
“Hey, boss, what’s up?”
“I have a bachelorette party coming in ten minutes. Cole has to jet after his number. Eli has the night off, and I need Miles to do what he does on stage. Can you cover the private party?”
“Of course, boss. What room?” I will never turn down a private party. I make more money from a two-hour private party than I do all week at my construction job. Don’t get me wrong, Jaxson’s construction company pays well, but with the wedding and honeymoon coming up and the money we were going to use frozen, the extra cash doesn’t hurt.
“They requested the third room. Thanks, I owe you one,” Xander says before turning on his heels and walking off to do whatever it is that he does in his office. I don’t have a chance to ask any questions.
Two of the three private rooms have themes. One is the beach themed. The partygoers usually wear beach attire and the women usually asked to be oiled down, which is not something that I do. I guess the other guys don’t mind. The second room is the glow room, where everything in it glows. The third room is the anything goes room, which means the partygoers can make their own themes. That can be scary at times, seeing what they come up with. We once had a party that was Leather and Lace themed and the men were required to wear chaps. Why can’t these themes be fun like pajamas or 50’s themed like poodle skirts and sock hops?
I walk out to the main floor and head up the stairs leading up to the second level. This is where all the special rooms are. I take in Pythons and its vibe. The view from here never ceases to amaze me. It’s all open space until you get to the other side of the balcony to the three private rooms. I
look over the paper left for me that contains all the details.
Theme: Sex Toys....
“What the fuck have I gotten myself into?”
The commotion of rowdy women outside the dressing room pulls me out of my thoughts and away from looking at any of the other details. The whistles and whooping get louder as they come closer. I guess that means the party has arrived. I wait until I hear the faint sound of the door clicking closed and the voices go mute before stepping out into the hall.
I spot Oz out front of the door to the room. He’s one of our security team members. He leads the parties to the exclusive rooms and stands guard outside the door in case we need anything while the private party is happening. He stands six foot four and a six-pack to rival all ab muscles. He has that intimidating stance and matching stare down pat, but deep down, he’s the teddy bear who wraps a feather boa around his neck and has a tea party with his little girl.
“Hey, Oz, how’s it going?” I greet.
“Hey, man. It’s going good. I hope you are ready for the night. These ladies are wound up. Looks like it’s going to be a successful night for you.”
I let out a breath of air I didn't know I was holding. With my mother so against Teagan and me getting married, we decided that we are just going to go to Maine, get married, and then stay for honeymoon. It’s always been one of her bucket list places to visit. I definitely need the money. We are leaving next week.
