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ass when she walks by.
    “That’s extra, baby,” she purrs.
    I glance around the large room and watch these men dig deep into their pockets to spend their money on these girls. Sure, their bodies are beautiful, but they’re dirty. The more I think about it, I would never fuck a stripper, let alone touch her, not even with a ten foot pole.
    “C’mon, Davis! It’s your birthday. Go for it!”
    “Nah, I’m good.”
    “Dude. You only turn twenty-one once in your life.”
    I remember suppressing a cringe when the stripper gyrated on my lap. The smell of cheap perfume was enough for me to offer her money to go dance for someone else. The guys gave me a hard time and called me “Pussy Boy” from then on. They said I must’ve been missing some guy gene or had a low level of testosterone, but I disagreed. Getting a girl to spread her legs for me wasn’t ever a problem. I never wanted anything more until Mia.
    “Dude! Wait until you see the tits on Jade! Fucking perfection!” Brandon cups his hands as if he’s fondling them before closing his eyes and sticking his tongue out like he’s licking them.
    “Yo, who haven’t you bagged in Boston?” Eric asks and slaps Brandon’s back.
    “Your wife!” Brandon guffaws, but Eric narrows his eyes in fierce warning.
    “Watch it, asshole. That’s my wife you’re talking about.”
    Brandon reaches down and cups his dick. “One taste of this, she’ll leave your ass for good.”
    “Fuck you!” Eric shoves Brandon against the wall.
    This is the problem with alcohol; it’s turns some people into assholes.
    “Easy, fellows. Easy.” I step in between the two men. Brandon laughs again and apologizes, saying he’s just messing around. Eric glares at him in response. “Once. Only once will you disrespect my wife.”
    I follow behind Eric, using myself at the buffer between these two guys. We find a couple of vacant seats at the bar and sit down as the music roars to life. All I can make out is the loud thumping bass and a song about “making her say it.” Who listens to this shit anyway? My mouth is dry and I really need to drink some water, but I can’t exactly do that in a strip club so I order a cold beer instead.
    Within minutes, as the music changes, a voluptuous older woman struts onto the stage and begins a sultry and erotic dance, keeping every shake of her ass and spread of her legs in tune with the music. Brandon has no qualms about stepping close and shoving a twenty into her thong. His hand is quick as he runs it along the inside of her leg, attempting to reach in between her legs.
    “Baby, you can look, but you know you can’t touch!” The dark haired woman with legs seeming to stretch for miles caresses his face, steps back and continues her sexual prowess.
    A deep voice asks the crowd to give a round of applause to the woman as she saunters off the stage before he announces that the highly anticipated “Jade” will be ready to perform. He tells us to sit back, relax and enjoy the ride of a lifetime.
    As the lights shut off, the entire bar is completely cloaked in darkness until a strobe light flickers wildly, illuminating the stage to reveal a small figure descending down from the center pole. Whistles and cat calls come from every corner and seem to bounce off the walls, begging her to begin.
    Quick flashes of a strobe light illuminate the space and suddenly a feeling of warmth spreads through until it reaches my neck. My throat constricts as my ears begin to flame. I blink my eyes rapidly as I try to breathe through the panic beginning to course within me.Instinctively, I look for a way out. I look for the closest exits, but I can’t find one. Fuck. Not now. Not now. I yank off my hat, scrub at my scalp before pulling it back down hard, covering my eyes so no one will see the fear and anxiety creeping in. Breathe. Breathe. A quick shiver runs down my spine and I cock my head from side to side, cracking my neck.
    “Can I get a water?” I ask the