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"Especially Nico. He's been trying to get Dante to like him since we were kids. But he's too dense to realize Dante doesn't like anyone."
"He likes you and Angelo."
"It's different with us. Dante thinks of us as sons, not brothers, because we were so young when our mom died. Nico was in high school and wasn't around that much."
"Why not?"
"Nico lived in the same house as us, but he didn't have the same upbringing. He spent seven years in Manhattan for college. It was just Dante, Angelo, and me for all those years. And even when Nico was in high school, he wasn't home much. He had girlfriends and played sports. We rarely saw him."
"Well, you guys don't treat him like he's your brother. So maybe he stayed away because he didn't feel wanted."
"Alright, that's enough of this heart-to-heart shit for one night." I rose from the chair, bringing her with me. "Have you ever given a lap dance?"
Ava shook her head, dark strands of hair falling into her eyes. "No. Are you going to show me?"
"Nah, I asked one of our best girls to give you a few tips."
"Okay." Her smile lit up her face. "I'll give it a try. But if I suck at it, don't make fun of me."
I opened the door and hooked my arm around her. "Not a chance. And there's no way to mess up a lap dance."
"I'm not a good dancer."
"You don't need to be." I led her down the hallway toward the VIP room. "It's like riding my cock but with a little more of a tease."
"So it's not dancing?"
"Not really. It's seduction. If you can shake your ass and take off clothes, you can give a lap dance."
I tugged on Ava's hand as we entered the second door on our right. With all of the Johnny Z shit out of the way for the night, I planned to take my sweet ass time with Ava.
Roxy waited for us in front of the bar. She was in her mid-twenties and had reddish-brown hair and big fake tits falling out of a piece of fabric that looked like a bikini top. But it was so thin and small that it served no purpose. And it was see-through.
She sauntered over to us, her tits bouncing, wearing a black G-string.
"Ava, this is Roxy."
Ava extended her hand, but Roxy hugged her instead. "Nice to meet you. The boss talks about you a lot."
"Shut it," I said in a playful tone.
Roxy's eyes landed on me, a smile in place. "Sorry, boss. But women like to hear their men talk about them when they're not around."
Ava nodded, grinning ear to ear as she looked at me. "You talk about me." She blinked a few times. "So cute."
"Enough of that.” I pointed my finger at the leather couches on the other side of the mirrored room. "Less talking and more dancing."
Roxy slid her fingers down to Ava's forearm. "Do you want to watch me first or get right to it?"
Ava looked at me. "What do you want?"
"You."
Without a word, Roxy moved behind Ava and placed her hands on her narrow hips. They swayed to the rock song pumping through the speakers.
"A good lap dance is all about the tease," Roxy said to Ava in a seductive tone, running her fingers down her thighs. "By the time the song ends, he should be begging you to sit on his face."
My cock grew harder with each gentle sway of Ava's hips. I couldn't stand another second of not touching her. So I beckoned Ava with my index finger.
