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"You know you're more than your body, right?"
My heart stutters at the earnest look on her face. My body means everything to me, it’s my weapon, so to speak. It also gave me positive attention. Thinking I'm more than my body makes me uncomfortable.
I clear my throat and ignore her comment as I continue my story. “We did everything together, and when it was time to become grown ups we couldn’t figure out what we should do. Some girl was joking around with us at a party and she said we should become exotic dancers.”
“So you did.”
“Not exactly.”
“What happened?”
I love that she’s enthralled by my story and it makes my foot ease off the accelerator so I can take my time with her and not show up at Big Willie’s too soon.
“We didn’t say anything at the party but on the way home we all kind of mentioned it in our own way.”
“And that’s the beginning of the Trifecta?”
“Good guess, but no. We were awful. We thought just having muscles and good looks would be enough to get on stage.”
“Oh dear.” She laughs.
“We got on stage and it was a disaster.” I laugh at the memory and Clara’s eyes sparkle. “Axel attempted a high kick and busted Damien’s nose. I bent down and my tight shorts split open letting my balls fall out.”
Clara laughs as tears run down her face. It was humiliating, but I can laugh at it nowadays.
“We were booed off stage. We left with our tails between our legs, or should I say my balls were tucked between my legs.”
“Oh I wish I would’ve been there. It would have been way more entertaining than any of the shows I’ve seen so far.”
“You can’t tell me you haven’t had fun at Big Willies.”
“I mean, it’s been ok.”
“Just ok, huh? What about the lap dance?”
The blush is almost as appealing as the tongue peeking out and wetting her voluptuous lips. “The lap dance was nice.”
“Nice?”
“It would’ve been better if we were alone. Oh my god I can’t believe I just said that.”
“Forgetting isn’t something I can do. I’m pretty sure that sentence is burned in my brain. But you’re in luck we’re almost to the club. I don’t have enough time to decide what I want to do with that piece of information. And don’t worry the next time I give you a lap dance it will be just the two of us.”
She clears her throat, the pink staining her cleavage has me fascinated. I want to lick every inch of her body. The obsession I have with her is becoming too much for me to stand. I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want Clara. And I always get what I want.
“Tell me about the club,” the whisper is a plea.
I give her what she is silently asking for. “After the first time we were on stage we decided never to get humiliated again. We practiced and watched way too many videos online before we went back.”
“And?” she asks.
“We did well with the ladies, but the other guys hated us. They thought we were going to steal their business. It was like we were in grade school all over again. We were being bullied. Our stuff was destroyed or hidden. But then we noticed that the owner of the club we were working at was skimming off the top. We told the guys, but they didn’t believe us, or at least until Damien found proof. Then all of a sudden everyone wanted to be our friends.”
“It’s like a soap opera.”
“Willie came over and propositioned us to move to his club. He said he would help us rise to stardom and when he felt we were ready he would sell us his club. Willie has been getting us ready to take over since the day he found us."
“So Willie is the inventor of the Trifecta?”
I nod my head to the side and agree. “I guess he is, but don’t tell him that. He’ll get an even bigger head. The amount of money he’s making off us has been making him act like a giddy school girl.”
“Your secret’s safe with me.”
“Thank you. The rest is history, we moved over to Big Willies, became the Trifecta, saving as much money as we could. And now we were just approved for the loan to make our down payment, and we’re about to claim ownership in about six months. All three of us are kind of overwhelmed. We’ve never really run a club before. Willie said he would help us until we were on our feet. When you talked about having your business management degree I think my brothers thought it was a sign. A lifesaver.”
“And what do you think?”
“I think I owe you a chance.”
“Ben, you don’t owe me anything.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I got you fired.”
