Chapter 3
LOLA
“Lord have mercy,” I breathed, pleasantly surprised by the sight in front of me. Pursing my lips, I studied the men, unable to take my eyes off their faces. All of them were foolishly handsome, and for a moment, I thought I was being pranked.
Then it hit me…
Shit…are they real cops? If so…Benson should immediately throw away everything he knows he shouldn’t store in his apartment.
I let my eyes drop to their uniforms, and while they all looked real, their nametags gave away that they weren’t real officers.
I frowned, then looked at the man on the far left. He was holding out his hand to stop the doors from closing, and when my eyes met his, he raised an amused brow. “Coming in?”
“Definitely.”
I stepped inside the elevator and turned my back to them. It would’ve been awkward facing them. There was little space for me left, but it was cozy.
What are they if not real cops? And why were they in this apartment building?
I dared to turn my head as the man I had a brief interaction with pressed the button to close the door. I couldn’t hold back a laugh, thinking this situation was ridiculous.
“You’re not real cops, I supposed?” I asked, turning my head to look at the other two.
They all looked amused, and when they chuckled, I almost melted from the low, growling noises they made.
Goddamn.
“No, we’re not,” one of them said. I turned my head a little more and looked into the eyes of a man who was definitely my dad’s age. He had to be around fifty years old.
“Strippers, then?” I said with a teasing undertone. Why else would they be dressed as cops? My guess wasn’t a shot in the dark, but they seemed surprised.
“Exactly,” another one said, making me turn my attention to him as I felt the elevator starting to move. He was younger. He couldn’t have been more than ten years older than me.
“That’s hot,” I admitted, grinning as the wildest ideas flashed through my mind.
They chuckled again, and I had to clench my thighs to stop my pussy from reacting.
“Glad you’re enjoying this,” the young one said with a smirk.
“Are you kidding? This is like a dream come true,” I admitted, laughing again. “My only question is…what are you doing here?”
I asked my question right as the doors opened, and I stepped outside to face them as they came toward me. They towered over me. I was about five-five without my heels, and even with them on, they were still insanely tall.
“We live upstairs,” one said, nonchalant. He had the darkest blue eyes I had ever seen. He was in his forties, and the one who had yet to speak to me was around that age too.
God, they were all too handsome for their own good. Then again, I guess that’s why they were strippers. They were well-built, and I knew under those beards and clothes were sharp jaws and mountains of muscles.
“You do? Do you take up both upper floors then?” I asked, taking one more step backwards to get a better look at them.
The oldest one nodded but didn’t add more to his non-verbal reply. Instead, he tipped his chin toward the entrance and changed the subject. “We’d love to stay and chat, but we have a party of our own to attend. It was nice riding the elevator with you…”
I licked my lips, then gave them my prettiest smile. “Lola.”
“Suits you,” the youngest said, smirking at me, and letting his eyes drop to the black mini skirt I had on.
“Thank you,” I replied, giving him a flirtatious look.
I wanted to ask for their names, but the one with the dark blue eyes stopped me. “It was nice to meet you, Lola. Take care.”
They all said goodbye, and all I could do was stand there, biting my lip, and watch them leave the building in their sexy costumes.
“That was real,” I whispered, reminding myself that I hadn’t had enough alcohol to have hallucinated what just happened.
I still needed a moment to comprehend it all, and as I stepped outside to breathe in the cool air, I couldn’t help but laugh at the idea of meeting them again and getting them to strip for me.
Fuck it.
I wanted them.
All four of them.
Fucking strippers had never been on my bucket list until tonight, and I would make it my mission to see them again.
Hopefully naked next time.
I spent fifteen minutes outside, trying to find those men on social media. Surely, they had some kind of website or profile where I could find out more about them, but there was nothing. Because I didn’t have a name or anything.
I walked back inside, and the genius idea to look at the mailboxes in the entrance came to me. They had to have their names on there. Or their company’s name.
Feeling like a true detective, I headed across the lobby to where the mailboxes were. I found Benson’s first, then two female names, and finally, there was one more mailbox I had to check. I stepped closer to it to read what was written on it.
“Four of Hearts.”
Huh, interesting.
“Is everything okay?”
I turned around to find Willa stepping down the last step of the stairs, looking pained because of her heels.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. Just checking on something. Come here.”
She walked over to me and I pointed at the mailbox. “Ever heard of this?”
“Four of Hearts…hmm, no, doesn’t ring a bell. Did you google it yet?”
I shook my head. “Not yet.”
I lifted my phone, and after unlocking it, I opened the Google app to type in Four of Hearts dance crew.
“Oh, damn,” Willa said, staring at the screen just like I did. “Strippers? Benson lives in the same building as super-hot strippers?”
I pursed my lips and nodded. “Yes.”
“God, look at them. They’re so hot.”
“They’re even hotter in real life.” I looked at her and grinned. “I was in the elevator with them.”
“No way!”
“It didn’t feel real.”
“I can only imagine. What did they say? What did you say?”
I laughed and looked back at the screen, tapping on the link to their website. “They were dressed as cops, but something seemed off. No group of cops is that sexy. So I asked them straight away if they were strippers. They said yes, and then they were gone.”
“Damn…I guess we know which parties we’ll be attending in the future. We have to come back and see them.”
I agreed, but I had a better idea. “We could also go to one of their shows. Look, they’re having multiple shows all around the city.”
“Male stripper shows? I’m in. God, look at that one. He’s totally your type.” She pointed at the one who hadn’t really spoken to me in the elevator. He had only observed me, and while he did look amused by our encounter, he did look ready to leave and go to work with his sexy co-workers.
“There has to be an about us section on this site,” I murmured, clicking around until I found what I was looking for. There was another picture of the four of them at the top, and underneath was a quick introduction.
I skipped over the first half, then continued with the second part which sounded way more interesting, reading it out loud.
“Four of Hearts was created by veteran dancer, Kline. The fifty-one-year-old ex-firefighter knows how to put on a performance, and with his talent of choreographing, he keeps on creating shows that fascinate women all over the country.”
I pursed my lips and took in the picture of Kline below. He was naked, grinning at the camera while holding a firefighter helmet in front of his crotch. There were tattoos all over his body. Only a couple of inches of his skin wasn’t covered in colorful ink, and I had a hard time taking my eyes off that picture.
When I managed to look at his face again, I noticed how beautiful his brown eyes were. His hair was buzzed, and while it was mostly brown, there was a sprinkle of white in there, just like in his beard.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man so beautiful,” I said.
“Agreed. We should look at the others too, but let’s do that upstairs. My feet are killing me.”