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What was Mistress Christ men off? Was the bouncer in on it?

Mr Red and Green Spandex barked, "Remind him of the rules If he breaks them, I break hied Nick’s hand as she tugged hie of the clandestine couple to feed other bar patron’s voyeuristic tendencies The shadowed tease of a feminine fore wearing nothing but skin, in Nick’s humble opinion

The two main areas were empty He supposed the prime time for lap dances was between a stripper’s sets Mistress Christmas led him to the far corner, which was too far back to be part of the free peep show

Essentially they were alone

One low-slung, padded wooden bench was the only furniture in the space A boo extension cord had been propped in the corner

"Have a seat, cowboy"

Nick sat, hooking his heels on the outside edges of the bench "What rules was he talking about?"

She spun toward him "You mean you don’t know?"

"No" He laughed "Will you believe ular patron of clubs like these?" Colow of the light display strewn across the ceiling "I believe you But the truth is, I didn’t intend to go through with the lap dance thingy anyway"

Thingy? Not the lingo he’d expected from a hardcore professional stripper In fact, there were s about Mistress Christ et out of there for a minute I’m sure you understand, since you’re not used to these types of establishle? Nick could almost hear her canned speech: This is such an awful place I hate working in a strip club, even when it’s teet out of this life I’irls ork here From the first time I saw you I sensed you were different and you kneas different Might sound crazy, but I like being with you because you ht As if he’d buy that

And then Nick knew he had to demand the lap dance To see how far she’d take the role of the big-hearted,in the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out a wad of cash

Her eyes widened before they onna hafta insist on that dance, darlin’"

"What?"

"See, that’s why I ventured into this strip club in the first place A buddy of mine was here last week and he said you were the hottest woman he’d ever clapped eyes on He told me you damn near melted his clothes to his body with the sexy way you danced"

"But--"

"I wanna get me some of that dirty dancin’ as my own special Christmas treat Or should I say Christmas wish?"

She didn’t respond

"So how reedy Mistress Christet out of this? Nick actually believed she was a stripper

Well, duh, Holls, you’re in a strip club dressed like a dominatrix What’s he supposed to think? That you’re an accountant fro the rigid set to his jaw, she said, "Look, I think youidea about er She’ll set you up with soiving her a second to absorb the fact that he’d heard her real name--"I want you Just you No substitutions"

She saw the challenge in his eyes Nick expected her to argue He probably didn’t even care about a damn lap dance; he just wanted her to refuse so he could cause problee that his high-handed behavior pissed her off Rather than back down and return to being Holly the wallflower, she threw her head back and becaer

Not-So-Saint Nick wanted her to dance? She’d dance And he’d pay for it in more ways than one

Holly smiled seductively "A private lap dance will cost you one hundred bucks"

"That’s pricey"