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To the left was a screened-off area that Nick assumed was for lap dances--not that he knew about those firsthand Strip clubs had never been his thing, even in his younger years when he was raising hell in Wyo with his notoriously wild McKay cousins And luckily, early on in his career, Adult-oriented businesses or AOBs--weren’t on his patrol assignht was another small but open rooht guys sat in front of the glowing blue screens, in a daze, poking buttons and feeding reedy bill slots like junkies
What a waste A spark of anger reminded him why he was here Last week his friend Rudy Donner had spent an evening at Sugar Plu a lap dance, the stripper known as Mistress Christed his drink and lifted fifteen hundred bucks fro up in his car, cold, hungover and dead broke Poor Rudy had been too ees
So Nick decided he’d check the place out on his own tiet up close and personal with the mysterious Mistress Christmas If she pulled the same shit on him, well, he’d slap a pair of cuffs on her faster than she could say, "Merry Christmas, Officer" And his cuffs weren’t the velvet-lined novelty type she was probably used to
The music ended abruptly An air of expectation filled the rooe
A throaty feet this party started! First up tonight, for your pleasure, we have the talents of Divinity, followed by Velvet and lastly, the ever-popular Candy Cane To get this party going, I’d like to introduce Mistress Christmas"
More whoops resounded
"Mistress Christ"
Boos ensued
Nick frowned and a suspicious feeling rolled through him What kind of strip club was this that the headliner wasn’t dancing?
"Now don’t get your jocks in a knot, boys Instead, of shaking her Christ with all of you, sharing her special brand of holiday cheer Let’s give Mistress Christar Plu out as the lights dimmed The door opened and out stepped a vision of pure sex on stilettos
Holy shit The wooddess Tall and built like a brick shithouse Her leather-clad legs went on forever Her tits weren’t the enors most strippers displayed, but rosy ht corset to perfection Her lips were full, lush and crilittery tinsel, cascaded down her bare back Aher wide eyes and poutyup and down his cock, striping his dick like a candy cane, made his ck stand at full attention
Jesus No wonder this woman had suckered Rudy She was an absolute wet drea her part to the hilt Acting coquettish--the type of woman who’d purr like a kitten in polite coress behind closed bedroom doors The type of woevery man in the joint approach her, Nick drained his beer and stood No as any other ht, Mistress Christ across the roo like she knehat the hell she was doing
Ti e She’d barely curled her fingers around the brass bar rail arm breath tickled the damp skin below her ear "Buy you a drink, Mistress Christ the sexyshe held the railing because theher was the most spectacular male specimen she’d seen since…well, since ever
Merry Christ six-foot-three, and his body appeared to have been crafted out of solid olden hair brushed the collar of his plaid western shirt, which stretched across his shoulders nearly as broad as the bar top Laugh lines creased the corners of his hazel eyes, as well as the corners of his captivating lips Lips that were curved into a big ol’ shit-eating grin
Oh mama That lethal smile could prove to be her downfall
"Did I pass your inspection, darlin’?"
"With flying colors" So rouped and s about buying me a drink?"
"Absolutely What’s your pleasure?"
You "I’m in the mood for pepperht up"
He scooted close enough she could differentiate the varying shades of gold, blond and brown in his wavy hair And the scent of hi--clean linen and hot man
When he reached across the bar, the inside of his thick wrist grazed the bared skin below her ribcage The electric shock of the siasp of surprise escaped before she could stop it
His froas there and gone as he paid the bartender and slid two shot glasses within reach
When Holly faced hiaze focused on hers with an intensity that caused her eyelashes to tingle As she atteh-skinned hand atop hers, stilling the motion