their thongs in place. A woman who looked middle-aged stood next to one platform in a red lace tank top and leather mini-skirt. She mimicked the dancer’s moves. “Oh, baby,” the woman said. “I’d like to untie those strings with my teeth.”
Nicole took a huge gulp of her drink and fanned herself with her hand. It’s so hot in here , she thought while she shimmied out of her coat.
“Bring on the show!” a heavyset lady in the front row shouted.
She surveyed the crowd and didn’t see anyone that she knew. Thank goodness , she thought. The house lights dimmed and the stage was flooded with beams from multicolored lights overhead. Familiar music started to play, and men dressed in uniforms from the original Star Trek series strutted across the stage. One by one, they ripped off their red shirts as their names were called out by the Master of Ceremonies.
The gold lamé curtains parted, and the M.C. shouted, “And here he is ladies. The one you’ve been waiting for.” The crowd went wild. Bras and panties flew onto the stage. “Captain…on…the…bridge.”
This had to be good , she thought. She leaned over to her left in order to see around the woman who was jumping up and down in front of her. “Take it off,” the woman was yelling.
A tall guy with thick, black hair emerged from the slit in the curtains. He was gyrating his hips to a jazzed up version of The Next Generation theme song. Her pulse quickened when the spotlight hit him, and she could see his face. Her breath caught somewhere between her lungs and throat. She dropped back and slunk down into the seat. It was Jeff, the guy she’d met at the store. So this was where he had to be at eight tonight .
He yanked off the green shirt that he wore and revealed the well-toned muscles of his chest and abdomen. Part of her wanted to stay and see the rest of him, but her conscience won out. She had to get out of there before he spotted her.
She crouched down and headed for the exit while covering the side of her face with her coat. She heard a woman yell out, “Beam me up, Scotty!” Whistles and screams went up from others in the audience.
Nicole breathed a sigh of relief when she made her way back out into the lobby. She stopped to compose herself and came face-to-face with a life-size poster of the man she’d almost taken to dinner that night. In the picture, he was clad in a tiny, black Speedo and nothing else. She strained to keep her eyes from settling on the ample bulge at the apex of his muscular thighs.
I need a breath of fresh air , she thought and stepped out into the crisp, February breeze. When she felt cool enough to put on her coat, Nicole looked down at the purple, day-glo stamp on the back of her hand. Oh, what the heck , she thought. It’s about time I sought out some new life and explored new worlds. With that, she did an about face and marched back into the club. She squeezed through the crowded lobby and waved the back of her hand to the ticket taker. Once back in the main room, her shoulders dropped when she saw that another act had taken the stage.
She headed for the bar and found an empty stool. She was about to place her order when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
“Allow me to buy you a drink.”
Nicole spun around on the stool. Jeff stood in front of her. He was now clad in a t-shirt and jeans, but the images of his near-naked body remained in her mind.
“But not here,” he said. “There’s a more intimate place a couple blocks from here.”
She swallowed and inhaled a deep breath.
“I hope I haven’t shocked you out of wanting to go out with me,” he said.
She shook her head. “Shocked? No. Just surprised. What are the odds that I would meet you in my store tonight and now… here ?”
“You never know,” Jeff said. “When things are meant to be.”
This is crazy , she thought, even as she hopped off the stool and took the hand he offered.
“So is McNally’s Bistro good for you?” he asked.
She
Nicole took a huge gulp of her drink and fanned herself with her hand. It’s so hot in here , she thought while she shimmied out of her coat.
“Bring on the show!” a heavyset lady in the front row shouted.
She surveyed the crowd and didn’t see anyone that she knew. Thank goodness , she thought. The house lights dimmed and the stage was flooded with beams from multicolored lights overhead. Familiar music started to play, and men dressed in uniforms from the original Star Trek series strutted across the stage. One by one, they ripped off their red shirts as their names were called out by the Master of Ceremonies.
The gold lamé curtains parted, and the M.C. shouted, “And here he is ladies. The one you’ve been waiting for.” The crowd went wild. Bras and panties flew onto the stage. “Captain…on…the…bridge.”
This had to be good , she thought. She leaned over to her left in order to see around the woman who was jumping up and down in front of her. “Take it off,” the woman was yelling.
A tall guy with thick, black hair emerged from the slit in the curtains. He was gyrating his hips to a jazzed up version of The Next Generation theme song. Her pulse quickened when the spotlight hit him, and she could see his face. Her breath caught somewhere between her lungs and throat. She dropped back and slunk down into the seat. It was Jeff, the guy she’d met at the store. So this was where he had to be at eight tonight .
He yanked off the green shirt that he wore and revealed the well-toned muscles of his chest and abdomen. Part of her wanted to stay and see the rest of him, but her conscience won out. She had to get out of there before he spotted her.
She crouched down and headed for the exit while covering the side of her face with her coat. She heard a woman yell out, “Beam me up, Scotty!” Whistles and screams went up from others in the audience.
Nicole breathed a sigh of relief when she made her way back out into the lobby. She stopped to compose herself and came face-to-face with a life-size poster of the man she’d almost taken to dinner that night. In the picture, he was clad in a tiny, black Speedo and nothing else. She strained to keep her eyes from settling on the ample bulge at the apex of his muscular thighs.
I need a breath of fresh air , she thought and stepped out into the crisp, February breeze. When she felt cool enough to put on her coat, Nicole looked down at the purple, day-glo stamp on the back of her hand. Oh, what the heck , she thought. It’s about time I sought out some new life and explored new worlds. With that, she did an about face and marched back into the club. She squeezed through the crowded lobby and waved the back of her hand to the ticket taker. Once back in the main room, her shoulders dropped when she saw that another act had taken the stage.
She headed for the bar and found an empty stool. She was about to place her order when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
“Allow me to buy you a drink.”
Nicole spun around on the stool. Jeff stood in front of her. He was now clad in a t-shirt and jeans, but the images of his near-naked body remained in her mind.
“But not here,” he said. “There’s a more intimate place a couple blocks from here.”
She swallowed and inhaled a deep breath.
“I hope I haven’t shocked you out of wanting to go out with me,” he said.
She shook her head. “Shocked? No. Just surprised. What are the odds that I would meet you in my store tonight and now… here ?”
“You never know,” Jeff said. “When things are meant to be.”
This is crazy , she thought, even as she hopped off the stool and took the hand he offered.
“So is McNally’s Bistro good for you?” he asked.
She
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