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“And you havetolook like you’re into it,” I said. “That’s part of the plan—act like you’re really excited about all the boobs and butts on display, and I’ll act bored. That gives me the perfect cover to look around, listen in on conversations.”
“Alright, alright, anything for Kat.”
“That’s the spirit. Let’s move.”
We stepped out of the car and into the evening. It was chilly, puffs of cold air forming in front of us as we walked. It was Friday night, and a steady trickle of men filed into the club, ready to have some fun.
“I don’t get these places,” Trevor said. “You come to look at naked women and what, leave sexually frustrated?”
I chuckled. He had a good point.
A tinge of anxiety ran through me as we walked. There were tons of ways it could all go wrong, and there was hardly a guarantee that we were likely to find out anything at all. All the same, I had to try.
We approached the non-descript front door to the place, Trevor pulling it open and revealing a small entry room. Two huge, hulking guards stood in front of a double set of doors. To their right was a booth with a glass partition, a well-dressed, if not a little sleazy, man seated behind it.
He looked us both over, and I quickly got into character, squeezing Trevor’s arm with excitement.
“There!” I said. “I think we talk to him.”
I pulled Trevor over to the man at the booth. He leered at me as if he were trying to figure out what it would take to get me into bed. My first instinct was to slap him. That urge might’ve explained the glass partition.
“OK,” I said, putting on a slightly ditzy affect to my voice. “So, this is our first time here. We’re totally not like this, normally.”
“Is that right?” the man asked. “Well, how you want to be?”
I grinned, leaning forward. “We want to bebad.”
“Bad is what we do best here at Pussycats.” His eyes flicked back and forth from me to Trevor, the lascivious grin fading away as he looked at Trevor. “Women get in free—fifty cover and two-drink minimum for him.”
“What?” The word shot out of Trevor’s mouth. “You’ve got to be—”
I gave him a quick elbow. “Now, Ty, let’s not be cheap about it. You know how exclusive this place is, right? We’re lucky they’re even letting us in.”
“That’s a smart girl you’ve got there,Ty.”
As the man spoke, I reached into my purse and took out a hundred, handing it over. The man slipped it from my fingers, his eyes on mine all the while. He returned two twenties and a ten.
“Be on your best behavior,” he said. “You’re only allowed to touch the girls if they let you. We’reverystrict.” He flicked his eyes at Trevor once more, as if hoping that he’d break a rule and get kicked out, leaving me on my own. “Have fun.”
The man nodded to the guards, the massive men reaching for the twin doors and opening them for us.
Not knowing what to expect, we stepped inside.
Pussycats was…nicerthan I expected. Granted, I’d never been in a strip club before but part of me had been anticipating some dingy, run-down, depressing place. Pussycats wasn’t that at all. It was clean and well-appointed, with low mood lighting and décor dominated by green and gold and leather. The vibe was truly a gentlemen’s club.
There was one large stage in the middle of the place, big enough for a handful of dancers. A dozen or so well-dressed men were seated at tables around the platform, all of them with their eyes on the extremely beautiful pair of women on stage, one slender and redheaded, the other a shapely brunette. Both were dressed in nothing but G-strings, their impressive assets on full display.
“Wow,” Trevor remarked. “This is something else.” I glanced over to see that he was struck by the girls, as if put into a trance by their T&A.
“Come on,” I said, grabbing him by the arm and leading him over to one of the open tables. “You drool anymore, and you might ruin the carpet.”
We were soon seated, a waitress taking our order for a pair of scandalously overpriced whiskies. As I sipped and looked around, I did my best to keep a wide-eyed expression on my face, making it seem as if I were some naïve girl in awe of my surroundings.
Trevor was playing his role with ease. He stared at the girls, his mouth open just a bit as he took in the sight of the seductive dancing to the low, pulsing electronic music that played over the speakers.
“Keep doing that. You fit right in.”
“Huh?” he shook his head, snapping himself out of his spell. “What’d you say?”
