Our set ends, and the ushers come out inconspicuously gathering the wads of money littering the floor. We go backstage to dry off, all of us guzzling down a bottle of water. The lights are hot and the body heat from the lust pouring off the crowd can dehydrate a man.
Willie comes backstage with a giant grin. “The Trifecta is hot tonight. You boys are my money makers.” He comes over handing us our portion of the stage money.
Damien turns his back stuffing his money in his locker. None of the other male dancers know we’re planning on taking over Willie’s, and renovating it as our own. We didn’t want to jinx ourselves until we knew we were approved for the loan.
The loan we just received word on today.
Now it’s on to the sale of the building and business.
Good ol’ Willie is going to retire and is more than happy to turn the building over to us. Lawyers still have to hash out some details so we still have about six months to go. I can’t wait to tell the guys we’re their new bosses once everything is finalized.
“The VIP party will be in room three in thirty minutes. Rest up boys, those women are here to have fun tonight.”
I toss my bottle in the recycling and walk away. “Where are you going?” Axel asks as I keep moving past the curtains to the main showroom.
“You heard Willie. We have thirty minutes before we have to be at the VIP room. I’m going to have some fun until then. See you later, boys.” I wave, not bothering to look back.
“Don’t be late,” Damien says just as I close the door stepping out into the crowd.
I move with stealth, wanting to catch a glimpse of the woman I picked out earlier while I was onstage. The group of women she’s with are no longer front and center. They couldn’t have gotten far. I’m on the hunt. My time is ticking down so I hurry along. Damien and Axel will kick my ass for different reasons if I’m late. Axel, because he will want to be out as soon as possible and have three of us to distribute the horny women. And Damien, because he doesn't want me losing us money.
I move toward the bar area thinking I should check there first. If I was a group of rowdy women at a strip club, and I wasn’t lusting over the men onstage, I would either be at the bar or the bathroom. I hope the former is where I can find her.
Where the fuck did she go? Did she leave? No, the women she’s with are having too much of a good time to have left already. She has to be around here somewhere.
I look at the clock. Fuck, I only have ten minutes to find her. That’s not going to be enough time to do what I want to do with her. Then out of the corner of my eye I get a glimpse of one of the women in her little group heading toward the VIP area. I make a line toward her with a smile hitting my face when I notice she went into room three. The same room I’ve been requested to perform at for the next three hours.
Three is my lucky number, and it looks like little Miss. Elusive is going to see just how lucky the number three is for her tonight.
I enter the room, glancing around for the one I’ve picked for the night. Axel and Damien will love to know how hard it was to find her, but it doesn’t matter now. I know she’s in here somewhere and I’m not going to let her go without getting her off.
“Oh my god. You’re even more gorgeous up close.” One of the women in the group comes over running her hands over my chest.
I turn, giving her my very best seductive smile. She whimpers, her drink fumbles a little in her hand. She has a tiara on her head with the words, bride-to-be scrawled along the top, complete with a tiny plastic dick on it.
“Well, hello,” I say, grasping her wandering hand bringing it to my lips. “What a shame.” Her eyes go wide and her friends giggle around her.
“A shame?”
“Yes, I see some fortunate bastard has claimed you as his own.” I tap the tiara on her head.
“Oh, this isn’t mine. My sister put it on my head. She’s the one getting married.” She takes the tiara off calling out to someone on the couch hidden by some of the other women in the party. “Clara, come get your tiara.” She laughs. “He thinks I’m the one getting married.”
The room laughs even harder as they turn to the true bride-to-be. My heart kicks up when I see the woman I just spent the last twenty minutes looking for. Our eyes crash into each other as the tiara is thrust into my hand.