Page 25 of Tequila & Lace
I swallowed hard and shook off my shock. Working as a cop and then FBI, I’d been in strip clubs and busted perps, but I’d never been to one where I had to dress the part to hang out and do God knows what. I’d obviously needed more than a week to prepare myself for this undercover mission.Maybe I was in way over my head.Before I could answer, the hostess brought us back to the patio in the back. We were seated under water misters and the question was forgotten.
“So have you been to a female strip club?” Lea asked.
Well, I’d hoped that the question was forgotten.“Is this what Vegas is all about?” I asked, scanning the menu and trying not to make eye contact.
They laughed. I didn’t get the joke.
“We need to get you clients, right?” Nina asked. I lifted my gaze and nodded. “So this is how we do it in Vegas when we’re just starting out. We go to a female strip club, and while the chicks dance, we hit on the horny bastards watching, slip them our cards, and then wait for them to call.”
“I don’t have any cards,” I admitted.
“Mark should have them for you today,” Leah informed, then took a sip of her water.
I hadn’t thought about needing to get clients. The more I thought about it, though, the more I realized that having clients and getting in with other girls would allow me to investigate how things were run around the city. I couldn’t wait for things to come to me.
I had to go to them.
Chapter Eight
Paul
My smile hadn’t faltered since breakfast. I enjoyed messing around with Andi and I wasn’t even fucking her…yet. The more I made her smile, the more I couldn’t concentrate on anything but her. I wanted to lean across the table at breakfast and taste the orange juice on her lips, but my gut told me that she was guardingsomething.
We were escorts, but not all escorts slept around. I didn’t feel right asking her if she slept with her clients. The thought of her being with someone else made my stomach churn and I didn’t know why. It was good if she wasn’t sleeping with her clients, but I did. Was it right of me to not want her to sleep with her clients?
What was wrong with me? I just met this chick.
So I sat back and joked around with her instead of asking her for real. Granted, I did ask her to fuck me and if she would have said yes, I would have said, “Check, please!” and dragged her ass into theJeepand fucked her right there in the back with her legs spread wide and me balls deep.
But she hadn’t and when we went home, she did her thing and I left to meet Gabe and Autumn at the range.
I needed to talk to Gabe.
When I got to the range, I knew my smile was still plastered across my face. I usually had one. I was that type of guy; I hid my sorrows well. It was confirmed when Auttie saw me.
“Someone’s happy,” she observed.
“I’m always happy.”
She shook her auburn brown hair ponytail and scrunched her eyebrows. “No, you’re likeoverlyhappy.”
Gabe clapped me on the back. “He got laid.”
Autumn chuckled. “What’s new?” She started to get her gun ready while we watched.
“I think I found my match.”
Gabe’s head tilted a little. The popping of gunfire could be heard in the distance of the outdoor range. “Your match?”
“Andi.”
His eyebrows furrowed. “Who’s Andi?”
“I think I’m in love.” I wasn’t in love, but like me at first, I knew he’d think Andi was a dude. “Andi, man… I could look at that ass all day!”
His green eyes blinked at me. “What? You’re in love with a man?”
I saw Autumn set her gun down on the wood shooting bench and walk the few feet to us. “Did you just say that you’re in love with a man?”
