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like Lynda had wished for earlier in the evening.
    “So, you and Jordan been together long?” Steven asked, clearly trying to be friendly and make conversation.
    “A couple of months.”
    “He’s a great guy.”
    “Yes, he is,” she agreed. “I can’t wait to get him home and fuck his brains out.”
    Steven grinned, obviously surprised and amused—and Lynda covered her mouth as realization washed over her. “Oh God, did I just say that?” She shut her eyes. “Too much wine at dinner.”
    Steven simply laughed. “That’s all right, sweetheart. But I’ll say this—Jordan is a very lucky man.”
    She smiled at the compliment, and couldn’t help flashing a slightly flirtatious smile. “Thank you.” The ironic part, she thought, was that if Jordan was a little looser and she were a little braver, he’d be getting a lot luckier than Steven could probably even imagine.
    Just then, the current song ended and the crowd gave a light applause, along with a healthy dose of whistles for the dancers, who soon exited the stage with a plethora of bills wedged into their boots and stockings—since none of them wore even g-strings to have the dollars tucked into. “Next,” a voice announced over a microphone, “welcome to the stage the lovely and voluptuous Kayla!”
    The men clapped again, a few cheering as a hot, tall blonde in a pair of sexy, silver, ultrahigh fuck-me shoes came dancing onto the stage in a sparkling silver evening gown that showed lots of round cleavage and slender, shapely leg. Long white gloves graced her arms and a white feather boa adorned her shoulders to complete the glamour girl look.
    “Pretty,” Lynda mused, watching as the stripper ran her gloved hands over her voluminous breasts in a way that made Lynda’s whole body even warmer than it already was.
    She felt Steven studying her , rather than the girl on the stage. “I mean it, about Jordan being lucky. You’re a very cool chick.”
    She offered him another short grin, then returned her attention to Kayla in time to see her rotate her ass toward the crowd and teasingly unzip the back of her already-low dress, all the way down to rhinestone-studded thong undies and the rose tattoo just above. “Hot tattoo,” Steven observed in his sexy southern accent.
    “I have one on my ankle,” Lynda replied, lifting her leg enough that he could see the delicate vine twining in a circle just above her right foot, “and I have a blood-red heart on my ass.”
    “Not gonna show me that one?” he teased.
    “Tempting,” she said with a grin, “but Jordan might have a heart attack.”
    They both giggled, then resumed watching the show. Soon enough, Kayla shimmied sensually out of her dress to reveal extremely large, gorgeous breasts with enticing pink peaks, along with the rest of that shimmering g-string. She tweaked her nipples and glided long fingers over her thighs and belly as she swayed with stripper expertise around one of the gleaming chrome poles.
    “Damn, she’s hot,” Steven murmured under his breath, then tossed a quick, sheepish glance in Lynda’s direction. “Oops, sorry.”
    She only laughed, reaching a soft, reassuring squeeze to his arm. “Don’t be. She is hot.”
    Steven gave his head a speculative tilt, again concentrating on Lynda more than the stripper. “Tell me, just what do you think is so hot about her? From a lady’s point of view. I wanna to hear what appeals to one sexy woman about another.”
    Lynda continued studying the voluptuous blonde on stage. “Well, the tattoo, of course, like you said, and—”
    Just then, Jordan’s masculine form blocked her view, causing her to peer up into that oh-so-handsome face.
    “Ready to go?” he asked.
    “In just a minute. Sit down.” Since the half booth was full, she stood up to let him take a seat next to Steven on the end, then perched in his lap, facing his friend.
    As she slid one arm around Jordan’s broad shoulders, he said, “What’s up?” and then