Page 20 of SEAL the Deal

Meanwhile, less than twenty miles away the boy’s night was progressing somewhat differently. Mike, TJ, Dean and Ernie had abandoned their attempts at pole dancing and had resorted to drinking as they watched an inebriated Rick try to follow Jenny’s instructions.

“OK, Rick. Let’s move to something more advanced.” Jenny hauled herself up the pole, flipped upside down, wrapped her legs around it, released her hands and slowly spun around the pole to the ground.

Perched on a stool, TJ poured himself another bourbon. “You’re pushing shit uphill, Jenny. That big ox will never be able to do that.” He turned to Mike and winked.

“What the hell, granddad. I don’t see any other motherfucker out here trying this pole shit.” Rick stripped to his briefs revealing muscles that would put a professional athlete to shame.

“And the fish takes the bait,” said Ernie.

Mike laughed. “Every time.”

Rick hauled himself effortlessly up the pole, flipped upside down and wrapped his legs around it.

“I just realized why you’re so good at this,” said TJ.

“Because I’m strong,” yelled Rick as he contemplated releasing his hands.

“No, because you’re the only one who shaves his legs. It’s a matter of friction.”

Mike snickered into his drink and bourbon shot from his nose. He hunched over coughing as the others burst into laughter.

“Serves you right, bachelor boy. Should be you up this damn pole,” yelled Rick from where he was hanging.

Standing in the corner, Jenny suppressed a smirk. “Come on Rick, they all gave up. You can do this.”

“Damn straight I can. I’m a frogman.” He released the pole and slowly spun around it toward the ground.

“He’s actually doing it,” yelled Dean. “He’s actually doing it.”

Ernie started the chant. “Rick, Rick, Rick.”

In a matter of seconds everyone, including Jenny was yelling the pole dancing Navy SEAL’s name.

Then, as he got closer to the ground he started gathering speed. Then he lost traction and dropped like a rock, landing on his head with a thump. His legs unlatched from the pole and he collapsed into a motionless heap.

The room fell silent.

Suddenly Rick jumped to his feet. “Nailed it!” He sprinted across to Mike, snatched his drink, downed it and grabbed the bachelor in a bear hug. “I did it for you, Mikey, because soon you’re going to be locked in the prison of monogamy.”

TJ slapped him on the shoulder. “Way to go, bud.”

Jenny joined them at the makeshift bar. “That was pretty good. I’ve got girls I’ve been training for months who can’t pull off that move.”

Rick turned to face her. “That’s because they’re not SEALs.”

She met his gaze and then lowered her eyes slowly over his body. “No, they’re most definitely not.” Then she looked away. “OK, well things look like they’re going to get pretty messy here. So, I’m going to leave you to it.”

Rick frowned. “You sure we can’t convince you to take off–”

Jenny silenced him with a raised finger. “You were doing so good, pretty boy. Now help me pack these poles.”

Mike suppressed a grin as Rick helped her pack the equipment.

“Well I’ll be damned,” said TJ. “I ain’t ever seen a lady put that boy in his place.”

“Must have been the bump to the head. He’s gone all loco,” added Ernie.

“Right, show’s over.” Dean took a pack of cards from his pocket. “Do you guys know how to play asshole?”

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