me like I’m crazy but folds the paper in half. “Is that good?”
“Yes,” I answer. “You know what to do with it,” I say while glancing down at my open belt buckle.
“What? No way! I’m not sticking it down there!”
“Sorry, but that’s the only method for which a stripper can accept your money. It’s in the rule book.”
“You are so full of shit,” she tells me with a bark of laughter, which while technically true, is not something anyone else would dare say to me.
“Are you a stripper?” I ask.
She scoffs. “No.”
“Then you don’t know our ways, do you?”
“Ugh! Take the money and go!” she exclaims while waving the check in front of my chest.
“Gladly. Just as soon as you complete the transaction as required.”
“I can’t believe you,” she huffs. Finally, she steps toward me and then crams the paper down into my waistband, crumpling it up as it scrapes my pelvis. Looking up at me right in the eye, Charlotte then shoves her fingertips inside to push it deeper until the paper hits the base of my hard cock and her knuckles brush my pubes.
“Is that good?” she asks when she removes her hand.
“Eh, it could’ve been better,” I reply as I fish the check out and then tuck it down the front of her shirt quickly before she even knows what’s happening. I don’t cop a feel even though I want to. It’s simply a drop and retreat move that still has her gasping and her bright blue eyes widening in surprise.
“Actually,” I start. “Since I came on the wrong night, it’s only fair to give you a discount. You can keep the check.”
“You…I should report you to your boss!” she challenges through gritted teeth.
“You could, or you could come see me tomorrow night at Fluid. It’s the nightclub on the boardwalk.”
“I know what Fluid is.”
“Good. So I’ll see you there? I’ll put your name on the VIP list along with your four guests.”
“What? No!”
“Have a nice night and see you tomorrow,” I tell her confidently even though there’s no way in hell she’ll show up.
“Wait!” she calls out before I reach the doorway, making my boots squeak to a stop on the linoleum. “Nice try with the smooth invite, but you don’t even know my name to put it on some VIP list.”
“Whatever you say…Charlotte,” I reply before I leave her standing there stunned.
Chapter Four
Charlotte
He knows my name.
How the hell does the stripper know my name?
Oh, right. I made the reservations with his agency, and then Tessa said my name when she was telling him I needed to get laid and asking how much it would cost.
He was smooth, I’ll give him that. And hot. Very, very hot. But just one look at that man, not to mention what he does for a living, and it’s obvious that he goes through women faster than I burn through pints of ice cream.
When I head back into the living room, the women are all gushing over the biker-stripper.
“Thank you, Charlotte!” a drunken Tessa says when she comes over and throws her arms around my neck, placing a kiss on my cheek. “You’re the best maid of honor ever! He was just…ah, so perfect.”
“Really? Because he was nothing like Paul,” I point out.
“Paul is a wonderful man and easy on the eyes,” Tessa agrees. “But that man was sex on a stick,” she adds to which the other ladies all agree.
I start to mention his invite to the club tomorrow night, but there’s no reason to get them all excited when the guy probably won’t even remember us tomorrow.
“Well, I’m glad you all enjoyed the evening’s entertainment. But I think it’s time for me to head to bed.”
“Aww, you’re a party pooper,” Bev says, which is ironic since she’s by far the oldest of our group and should be the most serious.
“I’m tired!” I tell them as they gather around the bar to pour out more of the fruity drink mix. “And you all have had way too much to drink tonight. I hope you don’t regret it tomorrow.”
“To no regrets,” Tessa says as she holds up her cup and the others tap it with theirs.
“We’ll see about that tomorrow,” I mutter with a shake of my head and a smile before I head off to bed.
And if anyone asked, I would totally deny that I spent the entire night dreaming about a certain tattooed biker.
The next morning, I let myself sleep in ‘til eleven before rolling out of bed