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I swatted him away.
     
    I shook my finger at him. “No no, you're being a bad boy.”
     
    The customer leaned back and smiled. He was really enjoying this. I spun around and straddled him. I buried his face in my chest, rubbing my peaks all over his face. Suddenly, he flung me off him and stood up.
     
    His smile turned devious as he looked down at me. “I bet you can't wait to feel my big cock inside you.” He began to unbuckle his belt.
     
    I was calm and collected. I'd been in this situation many times before. Jerome, the bouncer, was only feet away—plus I knew Karate. The customer was drunk and there was no need to cause a scene. I tried reason with him. “Sir, you're drunk and you can't do this.”
     
    The man kept grinning as he pulled down his pants. His prick was small and hard. Not enough meat for any woman. I giggled a little and called out for Jerome.
     
    The velvet curtain opened and it wasn't Jerome. It was Ryker. His eyes glanced from the customer's crotch to me sitting helpless in the booth. He was filled with fury and his fists were clenched into wrecking balls.
     
    I put my hands up to stop him but it was too late. He used the customer as a punching bag, hitting him in the stomach until the customer puked all over the floor. Ryker didn't stop there. He smashed his fist against the guy's face, dislocating his jaw.
     
    Jerome hustled over within seconds and wrapped Ryker in a bear hug. But Ryker was in a blind rage.
     
    He wrestled with Jerome and I screamed for them to stop. “Jerome, he's my friend!” I called out.
     
    Jerome saw the customer on the floor and realized what happened. He released Ryker and held him at arm's length. “Are you okay, Brooke?”
     
    “Yes, I'm fine,” I replied. “My friend, Ryker, came to my rescue just before things got out of hand. Jerome turned towards Ryker. “I'm sorry I grabbed you. I thought you were the one trying to hurt her.”
     
    The red in Ryker's eyes faded as he breathed in deeply. He nodded to the bouncer who dragged the customer out of the booth. Ryker took my hand and lifted me up. “Are you really okay?” he asked.
     
    I nodded, dusting myself off. “Thanks for protecting me.” My heart was beating more rapidly than before. He still held my hand as he led me out of the booth. His touch was electrifying. We came to the back door that said: Employees Only. “Let me change and I'll be right back.”
     
    Ryker looked concerned and didn't let go of my hand.
     
    I wanted him to hold it all night. “It's okay, Ill be all right.”
     
    Ryker nodded and let go.
     
    I caught his eyes staring into mine as I closed the door.
     
    Cherry came running up to me in heels with her big tits flopping up and down. “Are you okay, Brooke? What happened?”
     
    “A customer got too close. Nothing out of the ordinary,” I told her.
     
    “Thank god, with all the commotion out there, I thought it might have been worse.”
     
    “Relax, I'm fine.”
     
    Cherry smiled and went back to fixing her hair.
     
    I took in a deep breath and found the dress I brought for the date tonight. I changed out of my skimpy strip-club outfit and into my civilian bra and panties. I slipped the dress on and couldn't reach the back zipper.
     
    “Cherry, could I get a little help here?” I asked, gathering my hair out of the way.
     
    She rushed over and pulled the zipper all the way up. “Damn Brooke, you look fucking hot.”
     
    “Thanks.” I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that Cherry was right—I did look hot. My short black dress hugged every curve and pushed my boobs together, creating a massive canyon of cleavage. I sat down and put on my long leather boots.
     
    “Have a hot date?” Cherry winked.
     
    I nodded. I hadn't been on a date since high school. If you could even call that a date. Kyle trying to get in my pants before we even started the car wasn't exactly what I thought a date should be.
     
    “You're going to knock his socks