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“Keep the hose behind the curtain please,” she joked. “That’s right you gave me your song and everything.”
“Heard ticket sales were hopping,” he stated. “How do I know more than you do?”
“Probably because you’re a gossiping hen,” Topaz said as she made her way from the far end of the bar. Sporting a Roadhouse t-shirt and jeans she was in manager mode not dancer. “We should have called you Cluck you gossiping bitch.”
“Just for that I’m not gonna let you spank me,” Ax mocked a pout only to back off when Onyx shot him a look from three stools down. “You need me for something Tope?”
“Yeah, I guess there’s a drink only you’ve mastered according to that woman.” Topaz pointed to a woman Porsche had seen around town, but never engaged. “Either that or you made her really hoarse one night. Little hussy acts like I can’t give her a screaming orgasm. Porsche, do I have the ability to serve a screaming orgasm to a woman?”
“In my experience, usually two, sometimes three if the night goes long,” Porsche said as Ax stared at the two women. Topaz, of course glanced down and smirked to let her know the man had responded the way they expected. It had been since before Onyx, even before that since the two women had shared a bed and at times she missed it, but she’d never think of coming into a marriage as a third. You’re a wheel, an extra entity with little to no purpose outside of one. At the moment that didn’t appeal to her in the slightest, but that didn’t mean they weren’t going to play it up for shits and giggles.
Ax backed away to tend to his admirer and Onyx moved down the barstools to the women. “Must you?”
“Yes.” Topaz grinned and pushed up to lean over the bar for a kiss from her husband. “They make it so easy.”
“When I made the rule you were mine and mine alone I didn’t fully grasp my options.”
“She’s not your option,” Topaz corrected and moved from behind the bar to wrap an arm around Porsche’s waist and lean her head on her shoulder. “She’s my option, your option would be watching me with my option.”
“With the possibility of joining on her end, not mine.”
“Only with the proper amount of lubricant,” Topaz added then once again cut her eyes to her man’s crotch and smiled.
“They do make it so easy.” Porsche beamed.
“You two are evil temptresses.”
“Want to get us back?” Porsche asked. “Swivel those hips for a good cause and send the women into a tizzy.”
“I’m pretty sure once my pants drop the tizzy will fizzle,” Onyx said, his hand going to the knee with a prosthetic keeping him upright on two legs.
“Honestly you could drop to just about here,” Porsche said with her hand hovering by his mid-thigh then moving down when she added. “Or here, please say it goes to here. You gave up so much quality D, Topaz.”
“That I did.” Topaz agreed and moved Porsche’s hand back and forth like a sick ass tape measure.
“Are you done?” Onyx grumbled and Topaz released Porsche’s hand so she could slide her own up his thigh to the engorged member begging to break free. “Don’t start something you ain’t willing to finish, woman.”
“Then dance for Porsche,” Topaz purred as her hand stroked over the denim tightening to the point the man had to shift. “Make that money, shake that ass and I have a feeling my body will be so turned on I’ll be pregnant on the first stroke.”
“I fucking hate you,” he growled grabbing her ass and pulling her between his legs.
The two getting lost in pets, grabs and grinds as Topaz called over her shoulder while the man practically undressed her at the bar. “He’ll do it.”
“Your recruiting efforts haven’t gone unnoticed,” Porsche said with a congratulatory clap to Topaz’s arm as she passed before she was drawn into the fuck fest making its way behind the stage.
Moving between several tables Prospects reached out, clasping her wrist to pull her to them. Normally she was down to flirt with the single guys. Tonight it was different. She couldn’t get Mike off her mind and was grateful when one of the new guys, Sarge asked. “Porsche I heard you were looking for guys to dance a little for a good cause.”
“Sarge, you volunteering?” Porsche laughed as relief washed over her from not having to go all Topaz to get a man to agree.
“Of course, I think Chief might kick my ass if I didn’t volunteer. Besides, it sounds like fun.” Sarge laughed as he took a drink of his beer, then called over others to get a final count of dancers over twenty.
