“Well, then you’ll fit right in,” said Joey. “Let’s go.”
Joey changed his clothes, pulling on a clean pair of blue jeans and a tight t-shirt that showed his muscles with every breath he took. When they walked into the place, it took them all a few minutes to adjust their eyes.
“There’s a table up there,” said Bullett.
The four men sat at the table by the dance floor, watching as a redhead looked utterly and completely bored with her own routine. Soldiers from base, and locals alike, were drooling over the woman’s breasts.
Joey stared at the woman but couldn’t even picture himself with someone like that. What was he supposed to tell his parents? ‘Hey Mom, Dad, this is Trixie. She’s a stripper.’ Yeah. No.
After the third dancer did the same boring routine, even his teammates were getting annoyed.
“Let’s head out,” said Bo.
“I’m all for that,” said Joey, waving the waitress over so they could pay their tab.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the stage the incomparable, fucking hot, sexy scientist, Marissa!”
Joey froze hearing the name. No. No, it couldn’t be.
The crowd erupted in applause, men standing and whistling catcalls, then tossing bills on the floor. She shimmied out of the see-through robe, tossing it to her right.
“No fucking way,” he whispered.
“What’s wrong?” asked Bullett. “She’s fucking hot.”
“Shut the fuck up! She’s family. I mean, she’s not family but like family.” He stood and got closer to the stage.
“Hey, Joey, security is headed this way.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” he growled.
Marissa turned, her head tilted back as she twisted her bikini top above her head, her natural breasts, gorgeous and full bouncing for the audience. Just as she was about to throw the top, she caught the eye of the one man she hoped to never see.
“Joey,” she mouthed.
“Get the fuck off that stage!” he yelled.
“Hey buddy! Sit down, let her shake some more,” laughed a young soldier.
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll break you in half. Get down. Now!”
“Joey, go home. I can’t leave right now,” she said moving closer to him. “Please, Joey.”
“No fucking way,” he snapped. He tossed her over his shoulder, pushing his way through the crowd.
“Brother, what the fuck are you doing? Security is coming at us and they are pissed.”
“Hold them back. Please. I have to get her out of here,” he said begging the others.
“Fine. But you owe us for this.”
While his teammates threw punches and bouncers around the club, he dashed to his truck, tossing Marissa in the passenger seat.
“Joey! I have to go back,” she yelled.
“You’re not fucking going back. What the hell is wrong with you? Do you know how stupid that is? Do you know what kind of trouble you’re in? Your parents are going to be so disappointed in you.”
“Shut up! You don’t know me. You don’t know who I am now. Let me out,” she said reaching for the door.
