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owner of Ruby Redd’s and our resident Emcee, was good at buttering up the audience.
    I walked onto the raised platform to rousing applause to perform my melody montage of various hits including Cher’s “Believe” and Dusty Springfield’s “Son of a Preacher Man”. The song was a crowd favorite as I mimicked getting down on my knees for that naughty boy and sucking him off. That move earned me extra tips as I crawled to the edge of the stage, having a blast teasing the spectators.
    It was just as I was shaking my ass to the far end of the stage during my finale song by Divinyls that I spotted Sebastian. Same stool at the bar, his chair turned sideways to get a better view of the performance.
    He hadn’t shown up the night before and I’d felt a twinge of disappointment, wondering if he had already gotten his fill. Tonight he was dressed in a fitted black button-down shirt, his sleeves rolled at the forearms, the veins taut as he raised his glass to his lips. He was so striking; I could scarcely tear my eyes away.
    So I flirted from the stage, pretending that he was thirsty for me as he took another gulp, his Adam’s apple bobbing where his shirt was unbuttoned at the throat. The crowd went crazy as I pointed in his general direction and sang the words from the famous song, “ When I think about you I touch myself .”
    I could hear wolf whistles and catcalls as my hand skimmed between my fake double Ds and some dude from the audience appeared to suddenly surge closer, maybe hoping to cop a feel, but the bouncers kept him in check.
    My gaze remained pinned to Sebastian and I could see the blush forming right below his bronzed cheeks as he looked away. But it was as if he couldn’t possibly keep his gaze off of me, so his dark eyes found mine again. As I moved into my final notes, I realized that my feet were killing me again. Same stilettos, different night.
    My roommate had given me her expensive castoffs and the way my toes pinched you would’ve thought they came from the dollar store instead of a designer showroom. In another ten minutes, I’d be limping off stage because pointy heels and I did not get along.
    I did practically that as I walked through the crowd to congratulatory chants. As soon as I got down the stairs I kicked the offending heels off, and then picked them up from the dingy floor to be sure the expensive shoes didn’t get ruined. Bummer, because they were lush and fancy but at least they made a nice container for the tips that were coming my way after I had killed it on stage.
    I flirted for five minutes more with some of my regulars near the platform, one of whom propositioned me with a tilt of the head. My audience knew not to touch me or I would read them the riot act. This guy was hot and any other night I might’ve asked him to wait until after I changed so I could take him up on it, but I had my sights set on Dark Eyes—the nickname stuck—even though I still wondered if he was straight. Dean and Callum had returned to Florida the day before so there was nobody to keep me from heading in his direction, though I got the impression he’d try to wander away before I even got a chance to say hello again.
    Why it mattered to me, I didn’t know. Hadn’t I told myself I wouldn’t fall all over a closeted gay man again? But right now he was the most interesting guy in the room. And so different from Alan, who had pursued me until I had caved. I ended up giving away far too much of myself and I planned to never let that happen again.
    I excused myself from my adoring fans to head for the tall glass of water that Phil had placed for me at the end of the bar. In a few minutes I’d sashay down the hallway to let Bethany remove my long black wig, before I slid out of my catsuit and leather jacket. But right now I needed to quench my thirst in more ways than one.
    As I made my way to the bar, Phil smiled and nodded in Sebastian’s direction. He knew what my play was—I had done it a few