The girl must have thought ‘right now’ because she left us standing there as she ran to the dressing room to get her phone.
“Where did Ginger go?”
An older woman who I assumed was the owner was standing behind us.
“She wanted to get a picture with David,” Hayden said and nodded at me.
She squinted, and it dawned on her who I was.
“I had no idea Hayden had come so far up in the world. Would you be willing to have a picture taken so I could put it behind the bar?” the owner asked me.
That was wrong on so many levels. Frank would kill me.
“I’ll have to pass,” I said.
“No problem,” she assured me. “Come on, we have a table reserved for you.”
She took us to a table in a room along the back wall. They had three VIP rooms with the kind of glass that allowed you to watch the action without people seeing you. Three couches lined the back wall and the two side walls, with an open area in the middle. My best guess was that was where private dances took place.
Once we were finally alone, Hayden wanted to talk to us.
“Hey, just so you know, if the coaches found out I’d taken you here, there would be hell to pay. This isn’t the kind of thing that Oklahoma
“I get the promise and respect that you followed through on it. Keeping my word is important to me as well,” I shared.
Wolf and Tim decided they’d had enough of the bonding that Hayden and I had going on.
“David, go do that voodoo that you do and get us some women,” Tim said.
“David has to get you women?” Hayden teased.
“He is the ultimate chick magnet. I bet he walks out with the hottest woman here on his arm by the time we leave,” Wolf said to support me.
“Sorry to disagree, but that’s not happening because Hayden is walking out with me tonight,” Cassidy said and glared at all of us.
I hadn’t noticed, but she’d claimed the seat next to him. I wasn’t about to challenge her assertion that she was the hottest girl in here. So far, from what’d I’d seen, she might be right. Before either Tim or Wolf got themselves maimed, the door opened, and the girl who’d met us at the front door came in with her phone.
I had turned to get up when she climbed onto my lap.
“Say ‘cheese’!” she said and snapped the pic. “Is it okay if I do a velfie?”
“A what?” Hayden asked.
“A video selfie. Keep up with the times, Old Man,” I said with a smile.
“I can hurt him for you,” Cassidy offered.
“Sorry, Dude,” I said, acting scared.
Hayden looked totally confused.
“Guess who I’m with?” the hostess asked as she turned the camera on me. “David A. Dawson. He is much sexier in person … and the bod! Let me just say that along with being tall, dark, and handsome, his muscles are hard.”
She wiggled her butt to try to get a rise out of me. Mr. Happy must have been in shock like the big brain was because he didn’t even twitch. It would be a race to see if my mom or Frank would get to me first if this hit social media.
“Hey, can you can keep that video between us? I’d hate for your boss to get into trouble,” I said.
“Ah, I get it,” she said and nodded. “Is there anything I can get you?”
“A waitress, and my friends need lap dances,” I said.
“Coming right up!” she said as she bounced off my lap and scampered out the door.
“Someone forgot to take their medication,” Wolf observed.
“Any chance she doesn’t post that?” Tim asked.
“Not a chance in hell,” I predicted.
I sent a text to Frank to expect it. He sent me one back with five dollar-signs and a happy face. There had to be other PR people out there.
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Strippers aren’t cheap. Hookers would have cost less money than Manaia, Tim, Wolf, and Hayden shelled out.
I also had to pay an additional ‘tip’ for the one that Wolf touched inappropriately. Cassidy jabbed him under the arm, which sent a message to the rest of them that there would be no repeat performances.
After the girls left, we were kicking back, just being guys. Well, except for Cassidy, of course. We were about ready to take off and go to the party when a new song came on for the next dancer. Hayden perked up and smiled. The song had my attention because it was the theme from
“This you have to see.”
The lights all went dark, and then a spot pointed up towards the ceiling where an angel, complete with giant wings, sat on a swing. I’d seen plenty of models in person, and they never affected me. It seemed to be the same with these strippers. They were all there to do a job, and I simply ignored the nudity. This girl was completely different.
