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I dropped my spoon and wiped my mouth. “Would you be cool with me putting on a banana hammock and shaking my junk for money?”
She tipped her head to the side and cringed. “Uh, well, if that was what you wanted to do,” she mumbled. “I would be fine with it.”
“Liar,” I laughed. “There is no way in hell you would be okay with me stripping.”
“Show me,” she insisted.
“Show you what?”
“Show me what you would do when stripping, and I’ll decide if I can put my feelings aside and be able to just count your money till I feel better.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a quarter. “This is all I have.”
“You gonna stick that in my crack like a vending machine?”
“Jonas,” she struggled not to laugh. “I am being serious. Let me see you strip, and we can decide if you will be the one taking the stage or not.”
“You should go put yourSass and Assshirt on, babe. You’re in rare form right now.” I grabbed my spoon and stirred around the cereal.
“Strip,” she ordered.
“Whoa,” King called. “Why is it I always happen to walk in when weird shit is going on?” he asked. “Rigid’s blue pubes, and now this. I was just coming over for a cup of coffee.”
I nodded to the full pot. “Have at it. Lennox was just telling me she is going to move to Wisconsin and become one of the dancers over at the club.”
King grabbed a cup and filled it to the brim. “Give your application to Luna. She’ll get you in.”
I threw my spoon in the air and pushed back from the table. “You gotta be shitting me. Like you would be cool with Meg stripping over at the club.”
King chuckled and shrugged. “If she wanted to.” A smile spread across his lips. “Can you imagine what she would wear and what song she would dance to?”
“No, no!” Now I knew how Hero felt last week when Luna and Greta were talking about Cyn and Rigid. “I do not want to even think about Meg getting on stage, let alone what she would wear.”
“Dude, it would more than likely be one of those onesies that has a tail, and she would try to shake it to Macarena.” King leaned against the counter and laughed. “Guys would pay her to get off the stage so the real strippers could come out. She’d make a killing.”
“See,” Lennox called, “King is fine with Meg dancing.”
“You’re killing me, King,” I growled.
He held up his hand. “But on the flip side, the instant that tail of hers twerked a little too much, it would be over.”
“Thank you,” I sighed.
“But if she wanted to try it, she could,” King added.
“You are not helping,” I growled.
“Dude, I’m going to clue you into women for a second. I would bet you five hundred dollars Lennox doesn’t want to be a stripper but would do it because you’re telling her she can’t.” King nodded at Lennox. “Am I right?”
She held up her pointer finger and thumb a little bit apart. “A smidge.”
King smiled wide. “She’s also not going to tell me I am right, but that is a whole other can of worms I don’t feel like getting into.”
This was too much. “Are you going to be a stripper at Sultry Knights?” I asked Lennox.
She shrugged. “I mean, I’d like to have the option to, but as of right now, I don’t think that will be the new career path I go down.”
“See,” King chuckled. “She just needs the option to be on the table, doesn’t mean she is going to take it.”
Meg walked into the clubhouse and held up her arms. “Who wants to go shopping?”
