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Damn you, Jodie!
…and I mean that affectionately. This has been stuck in my head since yesterday afternoon and I can't find anyone else to blame (lucky for you). Nothing more seems to be coming of it so here it is.
I ordered a second Zima as Ray gave me yet another funny look. I know as well as he does that Huey invited me to Louie's bachelor party as a joke, but I wasn't about to let them think I was afraid.
So I sipped on my drink as I gave Ray a sideways glance, then watched the new dancer move onto the stage.
God, she was beautiful – the guys taunting her for having smaller breasts, braided hair, and a less vacant expression. They have no taste in women.
So I watched her dancing in fluid movement like a snake slithering through velvet. I hadn't seen moves as boneless or beautiful as hers since my last date and I went to the Mediterranean restaurant with skilled belly dancers.
Her clothes started to come off, only without the lame teasing and predictable outcome. The tattoo on her chest caught my attention at the moment I apparently caught hers. When I looked back into her eyes, I found her staring into mine.
I didn't let the gaze go as she revealed a black velvet thong. She turned away, seeming to give the other patrons attention, but I could tell she was actually giving me a chance to take in her toned ass and the gentle flow of muscles and spine in her back.
She grabbed the pole and threw herself back, seeing me upside down as I let the tip of my tongue linger after a sip; as I let it dangle innocently into the tip of the bottle and looked at her through my eyelashes.
She gave a coy grin, humped the pole, then flung her body up, looking back at me over her shoulder.
When I heard the waitress come over to tell Huey that the private room was finally ready, I set down my Zima and wrote my phone number on a napkin. I made sure she watched as I slipped a ten dollar bill under the napkin and the bottle on top of it, well away from where it might smear my writing.
Ray smacked my arm with the back of his hand. "Our private party is finally ready so..." He paused as I just looked at him, not letting anything show with my expression.
"So?"
"So, joke's over, Elaine. The rest of the night is definitely guys only."
I gave him a sly grin, then gave her a wink before pulling on my jacket and leaving.
I ordered a second Zima as Ray gave me yet another funny look. I know as well as he does that Huey invited me to Louie's bachelor party as a joke, but I wasn't about to let them think I was afraid.
So I sipped on my drink as I gave Ray a sideways glance, then watched the new dancer move onto the stage.
God, she was beautiful – the guys taunting her for having smaller breasts, braided hair, and a less vacant expression. They have no taste in women.
So I watched her dancing in fluid movement like a snake slithering through velvet. I hadn't seen moves as boneless or beautiful as hers since my last date and I went to the Mediterranean restaurant with skilled belly dancers.
Her clothes started to come off, only without the lame teasing and predictable outcome. The tattoo on her chest caught my attention at the moment I apparently caught hers. When I looked back into her eyes, I found her staring into mine.
I didn't let the gaze go as she revealed a black velvet thong. She turned away, seeming to give the other patrons attention, but I could tell she was actually giving me a chance to take in her toned ass and the gentle flow of muscles and spine in her back.
She grabbed the pole and threw herself back, seeing me upside down as I let the tip of my tongue linger after a sip; as I let it dangle innocently into the tip of the bottle and looked at her through my eyelashes.
She gave a coy grin, humped the pole, then flung her body up, looking back at me over her shoulder.
When I heard the waitress come over to tell Huey that the private room was finally ready, I set down my Zima and wrote my phone number on a napkin. I made sure she watched as I slipped a ten dollar bill under the napkin and the bottle on top of it, well away from where it might smear my writing.
Ray smacked my arm with the back of his hand. "Our private party is finally ready so..." He paused as I just looked at him, not letting anything show with my expression.
"So?"
"So, joke's over, Elaine. The rest of the night is definitely guys only."
I gave him a sly grin, then gave her a wink before pulling on my jacket and leaving.