Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
“We’ll be back in later, after the men have stopped gyrating on the stage,” Trevor adds.
“None of them will be as good as you,” Autumn coos before giving each of them a kiss.
“I’ll miss them,” she says after they’ve exited, “but now I can cheer for the show without getting funny looks.”
“So they do mind you watching a little bit.”
A smile teases her lips as she shakes her head. “They don’t mind. They know I don’t want anyone but them.”
The room was already dark, but grows darker still as the lights along the walls are dimmed to a soft glow. Chatter in the crowd dies away for a few long seconds before women start yelling, eager for the show to start. The yelling escalates to screaming when a lone pirate stalks out and takes center stage.
“Good evening. Happy Halloween!” the man says into a microphone after the cheering subsides a fraction. “I’m Chase Stanton, and on behalf of my brothers and myself, I want to welcome you to this very special evening at Club Red.”
The pirate waits a few moments for the screaming to die down again before he continues. “During most of our shows, two or three lucky women get the opportunity to come up on stage and be a part of the action. Tonight… the action is coming to all of you!”
“Are you ready?” His voice booms over the roar of the crowd. “Get ready! Here they come!”
Dark figures file onto the stage as the pirate announcer exits. The opening strains of “Paint it Black” kick off, and when the drumbeats start, the stage lights go bright, revealing dozens more men than were on stage when I was here before. More men than I can count.
As a unit, they go through some moves, and my eyes don’t know where to land. The costumes are varied and interesting; the bodies, revealed in different ways by different costumes, are very appealing.
There are ghouls, vampires, football players, military men, construction workers, zombies, superheros, and many more. It’s dazzling. The men turn, put their hands on the backs of their heads, and rotate their hips in well-practiced coordination.
The crowd was already in a frenzy, and now they’re getting even more worked up. It’s a visual feast, and it’s delicious. The men dance through the end of the song, the lighting changes again, and the spooky playful tune “Goo Goo Muck” fills the room as they start to descend from both sides of the stage and out into the audience.
Autumn and I are seated toward the back of the room, so I just watch the activity, figuring it will be a while before any men reach our table. Women are squealing, reaching out, touching, and as all of that’s happening, more and more men file off the stage, seemingly more than had been out there dancing. Where in the world did they find so many hot men?
Even Autumn looks impressed by the spectacle. “Duke told me there would be a lot of guys,” she says, leaning over to be heard over the noise, “but I didn’t imagine this many.”
“Me either.”
We watch as some of the men pair up with women and lead them to a clearing in the center of the showroom to dance. Other men leave their chosen women in their seats and start to give them lap dances.
“We should move closer to the front, so you can dance,” Autumn says, gesturing with a tip of her head toward the center of the room.
“Do you want to dance?” I ask her.
“I’ll dance when my men come back in,” she says, “but you should start without me.”
Suddenly, I’m feeling shy. And overwhelmed. “I want to finish my drink first,” I tell her, glad to have it handy.
Autumn’s eyes tell me that my excuse isn’t fooling her, but she doesn’t push. We sit and watch, and I sip my drink as the action gradually moves closer to us. At a nearby table, a werewolf is holding out his furry paw to a woman in a French maid’s costume, whose friends giggle gleefully as the dancer spins her around, admiring her outfit.
My heart beats faster as more and more men move into our area, and it threatens to pound right out of my chest when a beefy caveman comes over and beckons to me with outstretched arms as he shimmies his loincloth-covered hips.
CHAPTER FIVE
The caveman is kind of cute, though his dance moves seem a bit forced. I don’t want to get up, but Autumn is there, giving me a gentle push. “Go. Have fun!” she says with a laugh.
Reluctantly, I let him pull me from my chair with his big sweaty hands. The faux fur draped over his shoulder must be making him hot.
Thankfully, he releases his grip after leading me out onto the dance floor, and I take a step back to put some distance between us. The man has a good body, but I’m not feeling wildly attracted to him. Maybe it’s my nerves that are getting in the way.