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“Dude, you’re in love with someone other than yourself,” he said. “Embrace it, drink the Kool-Aid, join us in the land of connubial bliss.”
“You really are an asshole.”
Hack did have the perfect table to stay hidden in the shadows. Though with the number of men and women moving around the bar without being front and center there was little chance he’d have been seen. A dance was ending as he slipped into the back booth and had a drink in hand less than a minute later. The short hand for the men in the club meant hand signals were known to the waitresses.
One woman was gathering her bills and strutting to the back as Britney Spears’ songToxiccame on and Turbo stepped out in a nurse uniform. A short one, that barely covered her ass with a low V neck. Men howled when she made her way on six inch heels toward the pole. Regulars he assumed as bills were dropped on the stage from her entrance. She grasped the pole with one hand and spun around a few times with only one foot on the ground, the golden tresses he loved holding onto and burying himself in trailed her like a comet shooting across the sky. Dropping down low to a crouch and crawling for a few steps before leaning back and tearing away the nurse outfit on beat. Leaning herself back as once again appreciative bills floated down from the men.
In a black lace and sequin covered bra and panty set she rose from the stage and once again grasped the pole, but with two hands this time. While she was climbing the metal it wasn’t the hand over hand grip style men used. Her whole body moved, legs wrapped and ass bending and inching up as if she were making love to the damn thing. It wasn’t until she was at the top he’d understood what was going on. First she had two legs locked, her body being held by her thighs only as she began to spin, body outstretched. Then in a move he thought only possible by Cirque Du Soleil acrobats she grasped with two hands, using her momentum and whipped her legs out to wrap at the knees. Mesmerized, he watched her body maneuver in perfect time with the music down the pole like the red stripe in a candy cane.
Each time he thought she would dismount she flowed up and down, body tight and taut as both men and women were holding out bills. Ready to rain down cash the moment she landed back on the stage. Around him a cacophony of noise from whistles, howls and hoots had him dumbstruck as the song was coming to the end and she did a full flip and landed in the splits. Her body jiggling as cash rained over her and she gathered the bills. Stuffing them in her bra as she spun one leg around and stood. Making sure she gathered her congratulatory money before blowing the crowd a kiss and disappearing behind the stage.
Mike angled to get out of the booth but Hack stopped him.
“You really want to be hit again, don’t you,” Hack said. “Take it from the man who’s fucked up a time or two, you tore her down in private, but you need to go big to build her back up if you expect to claim her.”
