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“Will you just let me see the phone?”
This woman is directionally challenged in our hometown. There’s no way I trust her to lead the way here in South Padre.
“Ok, but I need to hide the name. Just look at the map part.” Tipsy Rory shows me her phone and keeps one hand covered over the top half of it. “Got it?”
“Yeah, we’re good,” I reply while leading her in the opposite direction she originally said.
After about a fifteen-minute walk, Rory and I are standing in front of a buzzing neon sign that sits atop a dark brick building with no windows.
“Night Cravings?” I look at Rory and she just nods her head. “My reward for losing is watching naked women dance around a pole?”
“Well, not exactly.”
Before I can ask anything else, a group of about ten women get out of a hot pink Hummer limo. They are all dressed up and one of them has on a necklace of giant penises and a wedding veil. Rory grabs onto my shirt and pulls me along with her. When we walk inside, there is a hairy bear of a man on the main stage shaking his G-string clad ass to “SexyBack.”
“Rory?”
“Hey, how can I help y’all?” the man behind the podium asks.
“My friend here needs to get signed up for amateur night.”
“Rory?”
“Yummy.” The man behind the podium eyes me hungrily. “Lucky for us, we have one spot left.”
“Perfect.” Rory claps before the man hands her a pen.
“Rory?” Finally, she looks at me. “I can’t do that.”
She looks up at the man on the stage and makes a face. “You can, and you’ll be way better than him.”
Rory finishes filling out the paperwork, and the guy tells us to head toward the back of the building and look for the door marked “dressing rooms.” When we find it, it leads us down a long hallway broken off into smaller rooms. We walk into an empty one and find a rack full of costumes. Rory browses through the selection while I nervously look around. When I hear laughter, I turn my attention back to her. She’s holding up a police uniform, or shirt, I should say. The bottoms are nothing more than tiny leopard print nut-huggers.
“No fucking way,” I tell her while heading out the door.
“You can’t back down from a dare.” I turn and find Rory taking the shirt off the hanger. “I can swap the hot pants out for this sequined banana hammock if you’d like?”
I take in a deep breath and pull my tank top up and over my head. Rory’s walking that fine line between tipsy and wasted, and she can’t help but watch as I remove my board shorts next, leaving me in nothing but my boxer briefs. Her laughter stops as she takes in every inch of skin I’m freely showing. Watching her, I can’t help but notice as she swallows the lump in her throat. Closing the gap between us, I force Rory to look up at me. Her green eyes are dark and bore into mine. I watch as her chest rises and falls as her breathing quickens with each passing moment.
“You’re sure this is what you want?” She squints her eyes, unsure of what I’m asking. “You want me out on that stage so all those other women can look and touch what’s standing in front of you now?”
Rory licks her lips and leans into me. My thumb gently brushes against the small dusting of freckles that line her cheek. Just as her eyes close, there’s a loud knock on the door, which causes her to jump and move a good two feet away from me. Shit.
“Sorry to interrupt, lovers. But you’re up, handsome.”
Rory lets out a long, shaky breath and holds out the cop outfit for me to take. When I grab it, I allow my fingertips to graze over the back of her hand.
“I’m going to grab a big glass of water, sober up, and find a seat.” Rory hesitates for a moment and takes another long, hard look at me. “Good luck.”
