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She tilts her head. “You called it a ‘hippie surprise.’”

Damn. That… that actuallydoessound like something I’d say.

I sigh and slouch back in the booth, defeated. “Look, I’m not exactly boyfriend material, okay? You caught me on a weird night.”

She folds her arms again, tapping her foot. “Every night with you is a weird night.”

I glance toward the stage, hoping for a distraction. Nothing. Just lights and bad techno.

“So we good?” I ask, peeking up at her like a scolded toddler. “No hard feelings?”

She squints. “Oh, I’ve got feelings. Just none that involve your dick ever entering my home again.”

“Fair enough.”

It's not like I want to give her another shot. Once and done. It's a rule for me.

I watch as she walks away, her head shaking as if she's disappointed. I'm not. In fact, I think I made out pretty good in that situation. There are some women who would throw a whole fit. Crying and begging, the whole deal. I don't have time for any of that.

Leaning back in the chair I watch as the dancer that was just on the stage finally makes her way in my direction. She glances over in the direction of the waitress that just walked away. I hope I'm not going to have to talk fast to get her to play nice with me.

"You having some issues with Kayla?" She questions as she cozies up next to me.

Kayla... that's the waitress' name. I'd say that I'd try to remember that but I'd be lying.

"No, she just wanted to talk to me about something. It's all good." I lean forward and whisper directly into the woman's ear.

"I'm Lacy by the way." She runs her hand over my cut, her fingers playing with the thick threads on the patches. She's impressed. Every woman wants a little bad boy in their lives. Just wearing this cut has gotten more trim than I can count.

"Nice to meet you Lacy, you done for the night?" I really didn't want to have to sit around for the rest of the night waiting for her to get off. If she still had to work I'd have to find someone else to spend my time with.

"No, I have a few more sets to do."

"Damn, that's too bad, well..." I stand ready to get up and leave her there. She grabs hold of my arm and keeps me from moving away.

"No, don't leave... Don't you want to spend time with me"? She pouts and I nearly laugh. Is that supposed to have an effect on me?

"Sorry, sweetness, my time is just as valuable as yours and I don't have time to just sit here. Either we're going to have some fun or I'm going about my business."

Lacy squints her eyes as if she's trying to figure out if she's going to have to pout a little harder to get me to do what she wants me to do. I simply tilt my head to the side. I'm not going to play the fool for her. I don't care how good she looks.

I guess she realizes that it's a losing battle with me because she straightens up and stands in front of me.

"There's a room in the back if you don't mind keeping things quiet," she whispers in my ear.

Exactly what I wanted to hear.

"I can be quiet, beautiful. The question is, can you?" I smirk at her, and she gives me a soft giggle as I let her take my hand and tug me in the direction of the hidden room I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to be in.

She looks over her shoulder once just to make sure no one is following her, and when she is sure that everything is safe and that no one will come after her, she opens a door and all but shoves me inside.

I don't mind a little aggression from the women I'm with. Makes things fun.

She doesn't have much clothes on to begin with.

"Oh, this is going to be so good. I can tell already," she hums as she lets her hands slide up and down my front, before she slides her fingers under my cut. I slide my colors off and let them drape over the back of one of the chairs in the room. There's a slight bit of mustiness wafting from the carpet in the room. I'm not sure what this room was used for before, but I'm sure it's been used for exactly what Lacy and I are getting ready to do in recent times.

I grab hold of her neck and tilt her head back so I can get closer to her. I press my lips against hers, and she moans as if she's eating a hearty meal instead of kissing. The moans are extra. It has nothing to do with how I'm making her feel. I hate a woman that has to fake it. If I wasn't already hard as a rock getting ready to slide into her, I'd have gone limp.

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