Chapter 29
TWENTY-NINE
ALLIE
FUN?
After two shots Kristina loosened right up and was giggling nonstop as Rachel passed out crisp one-dollar bills.
The fella on stage made his way to our table when Lexi hopped on her chair hollering while waving her cash in the air like she just don’t care. Kristina’s cheeks turned neon pink as the dancer slithered in her direction.
I sipped my tequila sunrise as Lexi scooted her chair closer.
“Please tell me you’re using your brain.”
I crossed my fingers beneath the table. “Lex, I promise there’s nothing to worry about.”
“So you’ll steer clear of him? Because my head hurts today. I think my horns are coming in, and you don’t want any part of that shit.”
I nodded as the left side of my brain laughed. Not likely to comply.
An hour had passed, and I could feel Levi’s eyes on me.
Maybe it was my two drinks and a shot, but I liked it.
He was what the overthinking smart girl needed more than oxygen back in the day.
He still made me feel sexy and beautiful, and maybe it was nice to have that again, even if only for a few days.
Closure was over and we were kinda friends now, but knew I had to leave that friendship in Colorado when I left. He was my past.
To my right Kristina was shoving dollar bills into the G-string of a dancer.
It was then the lights dimmed, and a spotlight hit the empty stage while Pony pumped through the speakers.
I have to admit, I was a little curious to see what was about to go down.
As I glanced over Kristina was now seated in a chair receiving a heated lap dance while Lexi giggled like a schoolgirl, I wondered how “down” this night might go.
Once the lap dance ended Rachel pulled our group in close. “Let’s have a toast!” We all grabbed our glasses. “Here’s to you ladies. We may not be athletic or super young or smart or talented or wise.” Her eyes narrowed. “I kinda forget where I was going with this.” She shrugged. “Here’s to us!”
Like idiots we all cheered and slammed our drinks.
In a blaze of glory, a man walked onto the stage. It was a fog-filled space and he sported jeans, work boots, a bright yellow construction worker vest, sunglasses, and no shirt. Even though it was winter in Colorado, he was tanned, muscley, oiled up, and open for business.
The construction fella started his performance, and I must admit he was very entertaining with his shimmying and smiling; the crazy bitches around me were losing their effing minds.
He stood at the edge of the stage, and his hand went up shielding his eyes from the light as he looked into the audience.
My heart clunked when he hopped off the stage, walked to me, and in an instant, I was being led onto the stage.
While I wanted to run, I had to be a good sport, right?
This was all in good fun. As I was set in a chair, it was safe to say it would not be the clean kind of fun tonight.
The place went wild as he circled me before giving me an up close and personal lap dance. He had shed his vest somewhere and placed my hands on his oily chest as the music and screams were pounding my eardrums.
I wanted to get the hell out of there but sat frozen in the chair as he continued his slick moves.
I was playing it cool until a millisecond later he was on his knees, had pushed my legs apart, and was simulating some actions, if you know what I’m saying.
A panic went through me, and I pushed his shoulders, but he firmly held my legs in place.