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Good. Less stress and anxiety for me.
I straddle her and lower myself to her body. Dollar bills are just pouring onto the stage and I know the girls are in the back jumping for joy right now.
I run my hands over her stomach, over her breasts, and up to her hands, lacing my fingers with hers. My mouth lowers to her neck and I run my tongue across her skin, feeling her wriggle underneath me.
She likes it.
I press myself down onto her to let her grind on me while her eyes close and her back arches.
I send a wink to her partner who is watching this in awe. Even he threw a few extra bills onto the stage.
I look down at her and she smiles up at me as I roll my body against hers, listening to the crowd go absolutely insane.
As I continue to ride her, lick her, touch her, and dance on her, I hear the song begin to fade out. I lift the woman from the floor and walk her over to the stage exit stairs so she doesn’t fall.
I already know her legs are weak.
Her partner escorts her back to their seats as the lights dim and the bodyguard takes me back to the changing rooms.
The crowd is still cheering minutes after the lights turn off. Vanessa’s face is lit up when I walk through the door, and as I imagined, Leeah, Megan, and Amanda are all screaming with their arms in the air.
There you go, Tommy. Your girl gave the people what they wanted.
An hour has passed since my big show and Megan and Leeah have both already performed. I stood on the side and watched them dip it low before hugging them as they exited the stage. Amanda is getting ready to go on next, and I decided to walk out to the bar to wet my whistle before I prepare for my second VIP room for the night.
The two shots are poured and placed in front of me, but they don’t last more than ten seconds before they’re down the hatch and ready for a refill.
Normally, Tommy doesn’t like it when we’re out here drinking with the crowd. But after my performance, I definitely deserved an adult beverage, or seven.
Plus, Tommy isn’t even here.
I turn to go back to the changing room and get ready for my VIP room when my heart hits the floor and the alcohol threatens to come back up.
“Nick?” I say out loud, staring my husband right in the face. I look to his right and notice a skinny blonde hanging from his arm. “What the actual fuck?!”
I storm over to him and the woman’s eyes light up when she sees me. “That was amazing!” she shouts at me. “Your performance was-,”
“Shut the fuck up,” I snap at her. “And get the fuck off my husband.”
She looks at me with the same confusion as he does. Then, she turns to him and screams, “You’re married?! And you brought me to the strip club she works at?! What the hell is wrong with you?!”
Nick puts his hands up in surrender and then grabs her wrist as the woman stands up to leave. “No!” he shouts. “I don’t even know this woman!”
Hearing him say that has me wanting to collapse to the floor. I gawk at the two of them.
“Nick,” I say. “It’s me. Dee.”
Nick narrows his eyes at me and scoffs. “Listen, lady. I don’t know who is paying you to say this shit, but it’s far from funny. You crossed a line just now and I’ll be sure to figure out which one of the assholes at the office is behind this.”
He turns toward the woman that was hanging on his arm, still gripping her wrist for fear that she’ll storm out and says, “I’m so sorry. Let’s go find another club.”
“But this one is the most sought after,” she argues. “Just call the office and find out which of them thought this would be funny.”
While her other hand is moving around while she talks, I notice the shimmer of a diamond on her finger.
He’s engaged to another woman.
I put a hand over my stomach and fight the urge to vomit. “I’m sorry,” I say to Nick, realizing I don’t live that life anymore. The harsh realization that I’m not married to Nick and I don’t have four kids running around at home slams into me so hard that I’m dizzy.
