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any money?"
    Without thinking, I burrowed into one of my pockets, pulling out a quarter. I reached out, unfolded my fingers and showed him what I had.
    His low laughter followed. Digging into one of his pockets, he pulled out a bill and dropped it onto the table in front of me.
    "What's this?" I looked at the ten dollar bill then back up at him.
    "Do me a favor. Get some change." He arched an eyebrow, looking at me like he expected a light to come on.
    Nope. My light stayed dim as ever. "I don't get it."
    He leaned down, hands flat on the table, eye to eye with me. "Get some change. I'm on next. Management frowns if you stick your hand in my thong without leaving money." Meat grinned once more, then stood and turned.
    "Wait!" I picked up the money. "I'm confused. You gave me your own money to use. How does that benefit you?"
    Straight white teeth flashed as he smiled. "I get your hand in my pants."
    "Oh, boy."
    With a wink, he turned and strode into the crowd.
    Sitting at my tiny corner table, I drummed my fingers against the worn wood finish. Perplexed, I stared down at the ten dollar bill Meat had given me.
    He wanted me to place his own money in his underwear. For the life of me, that still didn't make sense. After all, this is the guy whom I de-thonged at a prior club. Accidentally, of course, but true. Now, he believed I have some sort of freaky monk fetish. Wouldn't most guys hear the words 'monk fetish' and run in the other direction? Maybe he really was a former monk seeking asylum from the bus-pulling chores after all.
    I looked at the money in my hand. It seemed I would be copping a feel of Meat's assets once more. Whether good or bad, I couldn't be sure.
    Alex trotted by and I waved him down.
    He grinned down at me. "Drinking heavy again?" His flirtatious grin must earn him all sorts of tips and multiple lecherous offers. Heck, with his athletic build and cute face, he could easily make a living as a dancer, too.
    "Ah, no. Not right now. But, can you break a ten?" I held the money up.
    His smirk turned downright evil. "Gonna feel Meat up after all." He made it a statement.
    Flushing, I cleared my throat. Didn't he have other customers to embarrass?
    His grin remained as he dove into a pocket, pulling out a small wad of bills. "How do you want this broken?"
    My eyes flew up to his. "Ummm…" Oh, jeez. Hadn't thought of that.
    Alex simply tossed his head back and laughed full and hearty. "Debating on how many times you want to get into that G-string, huh?" He shook his head.
    "Well, not really." I lowered my eyes back to the table. How did I ask this without sounding like a strip club imbecile? Taking a breath, I continued, "If you stick a one dollar bill in his thong is that considered cheap or an insult?"
    He erupted in a fresh round of guffaws.
    Furrowing my brow, I tapped my foot, frustration mounting at being the brunt of his amusement for the evening. The question had merit and logic, in the same area of, 'Why in the world do they make those stiletto high heels in size fourteen?' I can't be the only woman in the whole world who had at least considered such.
    Two five dollar bills appeared in his hand. "Here." Alex smiled down at me.
    "So, a one dollar bill is really offensive?" I took the money and folded it.
    "Let's just say I don't think you're ready for ten dives into a man's basket of jewels tonight." He gave a wink and headed back into the masses.
    Oh, yeah. Good point.
    The lights dimmed overhead as the spots flickered on the stage. Music thumped in response. "Born to be Wild." I rolled my eyes. How predictable.
    He stepped on stage, the black leather shining beneath the lights. Hips gyrated as women flocked over to be within easy reach of him. Voices carried with "Meat! Meat! Over here. I need you!"
    Talk about Jerry Springer wannabes. The show has to get those idiots from somewhere and this club teemed with numbers of them. I could almost hear it now.
    "He's the papa of my babies!"
    "No, he's my babies'