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He licks his lips like an eager puppy as he undoes the lacing.

"What's your name, sweetie?" Barbie asks.

"Oh, uh—" I pry my gaze from the goth stripper right as her boobs pop out of the corset. Hers are real. Smaller. Almost as small as mine.

"Juliette," Griff says. "I'm Griffin."

"I'm going to wait for the next song if that's all right." Barbie's smile is serene.

The next song. Sure. We pay by the song. And Griffin offered her a fat stack of cash. So we must have more than one song.

"Are you celebrating something?" she asks.

"Yeah." Griff scoots closer. So his thigh is pressed against mine. "Jules called off her engagement."

"Oh?" Interests perks in Barbie's eyes. I think. With the fake lashes and the bright blue eyeshadow, it's hard to tell. Plus it's her job to pretend she likes us.

I guess there's no harm in believing it. "Yeah." I nod. "We're celebrating my freedom."

"No better place," Barbie says.

"This is for her." Griff stares into Barbie's eyes. "I want you to show her all your attention."

"Not all." I clear my throat. "I mean, Griff needs attention too." Not too much. I can't handle watching him touch her. What if he groans like the guy to our right. If he starts feeling her up?

Oh my God, the pair to our right are seriously going at it.

He's actually touching her.

Groaning like he's going to come.

Maybe he is. That is a lot of friction.

This is going to—

Griff is going to—

Fuck.

The song fades into the next.

Barbie's nails scrape my chin. She turns my head, so I'm facing her. So I'm staring at her tits.

"You're so cute." She wraps her fingers around my wrist. "I want to play with you all night."

"Thank you." My stomach flutters.

"Can I?" She brings my hand to her chest. Rests it on her collarbone.

"Huh?" I look to Griff for a clue.

"She wants to touch you, Jules," he says.

"What?" My eyes go wide. I… He… Huh…

He chuckles as he turns to Barbie. "She's shy."

"I know." She presses her chest into my hand. "I love the shy ones." Her eyes meet mine. "Can you help me with this, darling?" The southern accent drips into her voice.