jumped on him. I'm sat on one of the leather sofas in the bar with Tiny, Eric and Sally watching the scene unfold at the bar.
"This should be entertaining,” mutters Eric. He expressly forbade us from messing around with girls in front of Sally. He's got no chance. It's not the guys he needed to warn; it's the over enthusiastic fans at the theaters where we perform. Sally looks up to see what he's talking about and her face stiffens with a look of disgust. Yep, this is going to be interesting alright.
Sally
The skanky blonde at the bar is all over Guido. If she's trying to do an impression of a limpet she's doing a good job of it. Her artificially inflated chest is pressed against his shirt and she's practically wrapped one leg around his. Her slightly too small body con dress is stretching at the seams as it is, without the leg moves. Guido doesn't look uncomfortable at all though, if anything he's lapping it up. Her painted nails are playing with the top button of his shirt as she undoes one, then two of the buttons and draws her nail across his naked flesh. If that's supposed to be seductive, it's not. Someone pass me a sick bag before I throw up.
She tosses her backcombed mane over her shoulder, reaching in to whisper in his ear. The way his smile lights up his face you'd have thought she'd just told a small child it was Christmas morning. Guido turns and high fives Jonny before mumbling something I can't hear, and leaving the bar, the girl still attached wherever she can to his body like some slimy suckered octopus. I shiver with disgust.
Tiny and Alex just exchange raised eyebrows and shrug. It's obviously standard behavior for them to witness. Jonny, Jackal and Rick are still drinking at the bar. Looks like Miss Barbie left a few of her friends behind. Despite their best attempts the guys aren't looking overly eager to follow in Guido's footsteps.
"Does this happen often?" I ask. Shit. I can't help the distaste that showed in my voice.
"Too often." Eric answers. He looks pissed.
"We all get propositioned, a lot." Tiny answers me. "Difference is that Guido's really the only one to take advantage of it. He's got a bit of a reputation with the ladies as some sort of Italian Stallion." I smother a laugh. I'm pretty sure from what I already know that Guido aka Gareth from Cleethorpes has no Italian ancestry in him whatsoever.
"The problem is doing this sort of show attracts the wrong sort of women." Alex is thoughtful before he continues. "They're not the sort that are looking for a relationship. They're after a quick fix. They just want to go back to their mates and say they slept with a male stripper. It's kudos for them. They're worse than guys for bragging rights." Alex sounds so disappointed.
"So you don't take advantage when it's offered?" I sneer. I can't believe I just asked that. I'm never normally this aggressive in a social conversation.
"No, I don't." He huffs. "I have dignity; and last time I looked, I have taste. I'd rather meet someone like you." Alex stops talking suddenly. Was that a compliment he just paid me or something more? I'm no good at picking up on things like this. Whilst I'd like it to be more than a compliment I tell my inner voice to shut up and simmer down. He must have just been trying to be polite.
"I don't think in the time I've known Alex I've ever seen him go off with anyone,” laughs Tiny. Alex gets up to go to the bar, taking our empty glasses with him. "The guys are convinced he's gay, and to be honest, I have my suspicions as well." Tiny adds in a whisper next to my ear. Just my luck. The first decent guy I come across in ages and he's batting for the other side. That would explain why I feel so comfortable around him though; he's not a threat.
"What about you then, Tiny? You sample the goods?" He looks affronted, and pulls a photo out from his wallet. It's crumpled
"This should be entertaining,” mutters Eric. He expressly forbade us from messing around with girls in front of Sally. He's got no chance. It's not the guys he needed to warn; it's the over enthusiastic fans at the theaters where we perform. Sally looks up to see what he's talking about and her face stiffens with a look of disgust. Yep, this is going to be interesting alright.
Sally
The skanky blonde at the bar is all over Guido. If she's trying to do an impression of a limpet she's doing a good job of it. Her artificially inflated chest is pressed against his shirt and she's practically wrapped one leg around his. Her slightly too small body con dress is stretching at the seams as it is, without the leg moves. Guido doesn't look uncomfortable at all though, if anything he's lapping it up. Her painted nails are playing with the top button of his shirt as she undoes one, then two of the buttons and draws her nail across his naked flesh. If that's supposed to be seductive, it's not. Someone pass me a sick bag before I throw up.
She tosses her backcombed mane over her shoulder, reaching in to whisper in his ear. The way his smile lights up his face you'd have thought she'd just told a small child it was Christmas morning. Guido turns and high fives Jonny before mumbling something I can't hear, and leaving the bar, the girl still attached wherever she can to his body like some slimy suckered octopus. I shiver with disgust.
Tiny and Alex just exchange raised eyebrows and shrug. It's obviously standard behavior for them to witness. Jonny, Jackal and Rick are still drinking at the bar. Looks like Miss Barbie left a few of her friends behind. Despite their best attempts the guys aren't looking overly eager to follow in Guido's footsteps.
"Does this happen often?" I ask. Shit. I can't help the distaste that showed in my voice.
"Too often." Eric answers. He looks pissed.
"We all get propositioned, a lot." Tiny answers me. "Difference is that Guido's really the only one to take advantage of it. He's got a bit of a reputation with the ladies as some sort of Italian Stallion." I smother a laugh. I'm pretty sure from what I already know that Guido aka Gareth from Cleethorpes has no Italian ancestry in him whatsoever.
"The problem is doing this sort of show attracts the wrong sort of women." Alex is thoughtful before he continues. "They're not the sort that are looking for a relationship. They're after a quick fix. They just want to go back to their mates and say they slept with a male stripper. It's kudos for them. They're worse than guys for bragging rights." Alex sounds so disappointed.
"So you don't take advantage when it's offered?" I sneer. I can't believe I just asked that. I'm never normally this aggressive in a social conversation.
"No, I don't." He huffs. "I have dignity; and last time I looked, I have taste. I'd rather meet someone like you." Alex stops talking suddenly. Was that a compliment he just paid me or something more? I'm no good at picking up on things like this. Whilst I'd like it to be more than a compliment I tell my inner voice to shut up and simmer down. He must have just been trying to be polite.
"I don't think in the time I've known Alex I've ever seen him go off with anyone,” laughs Tiny. Alex gets up to go to the bar, taking our empty glasses with him. "The guys are convinced he's gay, and to be honest, I have my suspicions as well." Tiny adds in a whisper next to my ear. Just my luck. The first decent guy I come across in ages and he's batting for the other side. That would explain why I feel so comfortable around him though; he's not a threat.
"What about you then, Tiny? You sample the goods?" He looks affronted, and pulls a photo out from his wallet. It's crumpled
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