earlier that day toasting with their giant drinks. Dallas
saved the picture and stared a few minutes at Kira's expression. God, she was
pretty. Boone took the opportunity to bring up Gigi's concerns about Kira, but
said he only poked his nose in Dallas's business because the boss told him to.
Dallas had no response, and they let it drop. Boone was used
to his silences, and knew that it didn't mean Dallas wasn't listening.
Around midnight, the men arrived at the strip club.
The girls' Hummer was already there. The building had two
levels, the female exotic dancers worked the lower level, and the males worked
the top floor.
In the dark room, lights flashed where the women danced on
the stage. The cowboys slipped into their reserved booth, which had a pole
centered in the middle of the table. "Hello, happiness." Rance hauled
out his wallet and ordered the well-primed cowboys a round of longnecks and
whiskey shots.
Jayden took out his own wallet and set a small stack of
twenties in front of Boone. "Dad told me to make sure you have a good time
tonight."
Boone shook his head. They'd positioned him at the end of
the booth. "I'll let you buy me one lap dance, but I'm not gonna be—"
"Bullshit." Rance stood, placed his finger and
thumb into his mouth, and whistled loudly.
A couple of the girls noticed them and wandered over, big
smiles on their faces.
Dallas hid his grin. Rance was a wild one, a bull rider
gaining on Boone in the rankings. With his green eyes, black hair, and loud
personality, the guy always attracted plenty of women. Rowdy women. Rance and
Jayden were buddies, and had gotten into trouble together at a few bars on the
rodeo circuit.
"We're each buying you a dance." Rance held up a
fifty. "I'll get the first one." He pointed to a cute blonde, then rapped
his knuckles on the pole. She nodded and jumped up on the table.
Dallas took a breath and prepared for a crazy night.
Two hours later, after Boone had accepted five lap dances,
he stood and made a slashing motion. "That's all I can take, fellas. Anyone
wanna go upstairs with me and see what the girls are doing?"
"Yeah." Dallas stood. He'd been thinking of Kira,
wondering what she was up to. Was she a quiet watcher like he was? Tipping the
dancers, but not buying himself lap dances? Or was she leading the zaniness,
like Rance? Probably somewhere in the middle…he hoped.
Jayden and Rance both jumped up, Jayden slid out of the
booth, Rance went over the top of the table. Somebody'd had plenty enough to
drink. Maybe too much. Dallas had limited himself, sliding the shots they
bought for him across the table. It just wasn't his idea of a good time,
getting sloppy drunk.
The four of them walked up the steps. The music filling the
stairwell changed from sexy and feminine in the female dancers' area to hard
and thumping coming from where the men danced.
They stepped into a dark room with purple and red
floodlights. Right inside the door, a couple stood, the woman held a drink in
one hand and with the other, petted the chest of a man wearing only a Tarzan
loincloth.
Dallas couldn't help the way his lip curled. He wouldn't be
staying up here long, that was certain.
On an L-shaped stage, a man danced in thong underwear,
smiling stupidly as a redhead slid folding money into his… Redhead?
"Shit." He'd know that hair anywhere. Kira and the other five girls
sat on chairs along the stage, their backs to the door where Dallas and the
other cowboys stood. A fluffy white veil revealed which one was Gigi.
Boone leaned over. "I'm taking mine," he shouted.
"We'll grab one of the Hummers." He looked at Dallas. "Make sure
everyone gets in the other one okay."
Dallas nodded, already having planned to round them up and
herd them back to the hotel.
Boone pointed a finger at Jayden, pinning him with a glare.
"Make sure nothing happens to Stormie."
When Jayden lifted his hands and gave his brother an
innocent look, Boone used his finger to poke Jayden in the
saved the picture and stared a few minutes at Kira's expression. God, she was
pretty. Boone took the opportunity to bring up Gigi's concerns about Kira, but
said he only poked his nose in Dallas's business because the boss told him to.
Dallas had no response, and they let it drop. Boone was used
to his silences, and knew that it didn't mean Dallas wasn't listening.
Around midnight, the men arrived at the strip club.
The girls' Hummer was already there. The building had two
levels, the female exotic dancers worked the lower level, and the males worked
the top floor.
In the dark room, lights flashed where the women danced on
the stage. The cowboys slipped into their reserved booth, which had a pole
centered in the middle of the table. "Hello, happiness." Rance hauled
out his wallet and ordered the well-primed cowboys a round of longnecks and
whiskey shots.
Jayden took out his own wallet and set a small stack of
twenties in front of Boone. "Dad told me to make sure you have a good time
tonight."
Boone shook his head. They'd positioned him at the end of
the booth. "I'll let you buy me one lap dance, but I'm not gonna be—"
"Bullshit." Rance stood, placed his finger and
thumb into his mouth, and whistled loudly.
A couple of the girls noticed them and wandered over, big
smiles on their faces.
Dallas hid his grin. Rance was a wild one, a bull rider
gaining on Boone in the rankings. With his green eyes, black hair, and loud
personality, the guy always attracted plenty of women. Rowdy women. Rance and
Jayden were buddies, and had gotten into trouble together at a few bars on the
rodeo circuit.
"We're each buying you a dance." Rance held up a
fifty. "I'll get the first one." He pointed to a cute blonde, then rapped
his knuckles on the pole. She nodded and jumped up on the table.
Dallas took a breath and prepared for a crazy night.
Two hours later, after Boone had accepted five lap dances,
he stood and made a slashing motion. "That's all I can take, fellas. Anyone
wanna go upstairs with me and see what the girls are doing?"
"Yeah." Dallas stood. He'd been thinking of Kira,
wondering what she was up to. Was she a quiet watcher like he was? Tipping the
dancers, but not buying himself lap dances? Or was she leading the zaniness,
like Rance? Probably somewhere in the middle…he hoped.
Jayden and Rance both jumped up, Jayden slid out of the
booth, Rance went over the top of the table. Somebody'd had plenty enough to
drink. Maybe too much. Dallas had limited himself, sliding the shots they
bought for him across the table. It just wasn't his idea of a good time,
getting sloppy drunk.
The four of them walked up the steps. The music filling the
stairwell changed from sexy and feminine in the female dancers' area to hard
and thumping coming from where the men danced.
They stepped into a dark room with purple and red
floodlights. Right inside the door, a couple stood, the woman held a drink in
one hand and with the other, petted the chest of a man wearing only a Tarzan
loincloth.
Dallas couldn't help the way his lip curled. He wouldn't be
staying up here long, that was certain.
On an L-shaped stage, a man danced in thong underwear,
smiling stupidly as a redhead slid folding money into his… Redhead?
"Shit." He'd know that hair anywhere. Kira and the other five girls
sat on chairs along the stage, their backs to the door where Dallas and the
other cowboys stood. A fluffy white veil revealed which one was Gigi.
Boone leaned over. "I'm taking mine," he shouted.
"We'll grab one of the Hummers." He looked at Dallas. "Make sure
everyone gets in the other one okay."
Dallas nodded, already having planned to round them up and
herd them back to the hotel.
Boone pointed a finger at Jayden, pinning him with a glare.
"Make sure nothing happens to Stormie."
When Jayden lifted his hands and gave his brother an
innocent look, Boone used his finger to poke Jayden in the
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