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“Shelby added that after the fact. I erased that, by the way,” I say, pointing a stern finger in her direction. “After Anderson saw it.” I flush with embarrassment.
“That’s why he looked like he was about to rip that bikini off with his teeth after that body shot. Makes sense,” Emani says with a giggle.
I roll my eyes at her, but I’m secretly happy that she’s joking and laughing. Maybe she won’t be so negative for the rest of the trip.
“That body shot was pretty sexy. I’m surprised ol’ Andy has it in him.” Shelby smiles with a nod.
I don’t respond to their teasing because Anderson is sexy. And truth be told, I wanted him to rip my bikini off me. Heck, I was so hot after he licked my bellybutton and kissed up my body, I probably would’ve let him have me on top of the bar. Of course, I would’ve been embarrassed after that, but I can’t say that I would’ve stopped him.
“Let’s get ready, ladies. We have a date with a strip club.”
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“This isn’t what I expected,”I say with my face scrunched up.
No offense to the dancers, but it smells like musty ass and glitter.Does glitter have a smell?I’m not sure, but it stinks. The girls look like they’re two blinks from falling asleep, and there’s so much fake smoke I can barely see. I want to cover my nose from the smokeandthe smell, but I know I would look like a prude. And I don’t want to be rude, so I keep my hands away from my face.
“What did you expect, doll face?” Anderson asks. His handsome face is neutral, but his crystal clear blue eyes are dancing with laughter. I narrow my eyes at him because he’s teasing my inexperience.
“Not this.” I look around, but everywhere I look, it’s the same tired dancers with bored expressions. Poor girls. I guess you gotta do what you gotta do, though. I’m not judging them, but they aren’t entertaining, and I feel bad because I don’t want to give them my money.
Uncle Clifford would not stand for this foolishness.
“Hey, guys. I know a better place we can go to. Derrick has a friend who hooked usallup,” Shelby says. She had just come back from the bar, but I suspect she was making arrangements to leave because she doesn’t have a drink.
“Who the fuck is Derrick?” Brady questions, glaring at Shelby.
Emani and I look at one another with a “girl what” expression. There’s not a lot of people who would dare to talk to Shelby Marie Banks like that. She would never allow it. But I see the anger light up her eyes before she cools her expression and waves off Brady.
“Grab your shit, people. We have places to be.” Shelby continues without looking at Brady again.
Our little group of five grab our things and head to the exit. We are waiting on rideshare when I see Brady pull Shelby to the side. It looks like they’re arguing, but I’m not close enough to hear what they’re saying.
“You look gorgeous tonight, doll face.” Anderson’s deep voice in my ear breaks my focus.
I look up at him and smile. He looks good himself. Anderson is wearing a baby blue dress shirt that brings out his eyes. His dark wavy hair is swept out of his bearded face, and he smells like he bathed in heaven.
“Thank you. You look gorgeous yourself.”
Anderson bites his bottom lip, and his eyes roam over my body. His gaze heats up my skin as if he stuck me in a fire pit to watch me burn. I feel sexy and flirty in my black, plunge neck, halter top. A-line swing dress. The cut accentuates all my best features. Perky boobs… check, cover my pudge… double check, and show off my killer legs… triple check.
I’m proud of my clothing choices, and I feel comfortable and confident. Even though I’m glad Anderson notices, I wore this dress for me.
#13. Dress for yourself.
The ride over to theExcaliburwas short, and we were being ushered into a large room with stadium like seating. We are led to the front of the room, off to the side of the large stage. There is low music pumping, and I can feel the excitement in the air.
I know exactly where we are by all of the bachelorette parties that I see in clusters around the room, but I know for a fact Brady and Anderson have no idea what’s about to happen.
The lights dim, and the music gets louder. The crowd goes wild with squeals and cheers. The guys frown, and I laugh at their confused expressions. Shelby and Emani high-five and squeal right along with the other women.
The muscular gyrating men take the stage, and their outrageous showmanship tickles me. This show is definitely a step up from the sad ladies at Foxy’s down the street.
As the night went on, Anderson and Brady got more comfortable. And instead of hightailing it out of there, they laughed, joked, and sipped drinks. They both cheered and yelled when the special lady was pulled on stage for a solo performance.
The night became more interesting when the dancers fanned out into the crowd and started picking ladies to give lap dances. One tall drink of Aussie dingo saunters over to us. When he’s standing in front of me, my mouth hangs open, and I have no idea what to do.
“You can go shake it on someone else, Steve Irwin. I got this,” Anderson says.