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Isn't it?
"It's okay," Anne tells me, rubbing my arm. "I just thought it would be fun. Bruce manages a couple of girls and they couldn't make it tonight, so he asked if we were interested. It'll be really exciting."
Bruce manages strippers? What? When did he start doing this? I have no idea what to do, what to think, or what to say. In fact, I'm so silent that I finally notice the sounds emanating from the house we're next to.
And it sounds like everyone is having a great time.
"Kayla," Bruce says, "You need to make a decision, like now. If you can't do this, I get it, but you need to tell me so I can call for some backup for Anne."
So this is the moment of truth.
Am I willing to give up everything for tonight?
I should be, I think. I was going to dance when it was in the middle of a huge room, after all. Then again, I thought that I'd somehow be able to hide behind the other dancers. If I ever felt scared, I'd be able to rely on the fact that after my dance, another girl would take my place and I could escape to the bar.
I can't do that here.
Here, if I get nervous, I have to keep going.
Here, I'll be in front of a select group of people who have only one thing on their minds: how they'll be able to get into the stripper's panties.
"I'll be here the whole time," Bruce tells me, as if he can read my mind. "I won't let anything happen to you."
It's all I need to hear. I trust him completely. He's never let me down before and
I sure as hell know he won't let me down tonight.
"Okay," I finally say. "Let's do it."
"Eek!" Anne squeals and claps her hands, suddenly giddy. I smile, too, give her a hug, then regain my composure.
Bruce rings the doorbell.
And it's time for the show to begin.
Chapter Six
"I hear someone's been naughty," Anne says, taking a step into the room of horny drunkards.
They are, I immediately notice, completely horny and completely drunk. That doesn't stop us from getting excited. We walk into the room and we're immediately the center of attention. Anne drags me to the middle of the room and everyone cheers.
"Who's the lucky boy?" Anne asks, trying to locate the bachelor. He's the one we'll be spending most of our time on, after all. He's the one we really want to give it to.
A blushing hottie who can't be older than 25 timidly raises his hands while his friends cheer and laugh. Anne trots over to him and pulls him to the center of the room.
"Aw, don't be shy, Sweetie," she says, licking his ear. "I'll be gentle," I hear her whisper.
I glance around the room quickly, trying not to break character, but still wanting to get a good idea of what's going to happen. About a dozen men are sitting in a circle, watching us. They're all in dress pants and nice shirts, obviously hoping they're going to get touched and pawed on tonight.
I can't help but smile as they watch us carefully, eyes never leaving our bodies. We're going to give them a show to remember.
I turn back around where Anne is grinding against the bachelor in time to the music. I scurry up next to her and begin to grind on her while everyone lets out a collective sigh. I know I look fucking fantastic as I slide my hands up and down her chest, then lean down and start to kiss her neck.
The crowd goes wild.
I peek past her to see the bachelor. He's tall, lanky, and has eyes to kill for. They pierce my soul, and for a second, I find myself wishing he wasn't the one getting married. We can't fuck with a soon-to-be-married guy.
Much.
