Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
Thank fuck Finn managed to time that whole thing perfectly. By that point, the song Yeah by Usher began to play.
More roars, hoots, and ear-piercing screams surrounded him as he worked his way back down to the end of the T. Once there, he dragged his right hand diagonally across his torso, then did the same with his left. Hooking his thumbs into the elastic waistbands of both sets of underwear, he wiggled them down his hips just enough to tease them and let them think he was going full frontal.
He worked them back up, then tore away the boy shorts to expose the pouched bikini underwear underneath. Thrusting his hips hard enough to make his erection flop around had the women surging from their seats and screaming to the point he could barely think.
He grabbed his cock and thrusted his hips again. Once. Twice.
Circle. Circle.
Chest pop. Hip pop.
Repeat.
Flexing his arms again, he tightened his biceps to make them bulge, and with an eyebrow wiggle, he slowly licked each from bottom to top.
Then he blew a kiss to a group of women sitting at a table at the end of the stage.
While they were screaming and bouncing in their seats, he turned his back to the club full of rabid women, spread his boots wide and slowly bent forward until his ass was pointed toward them. After flexing one ass cheek, then the other, he reached through his parted legs, circled his ankles, then slid his hands up to his ass before smacking both cheeks hard.
Thank fuck that was his last move and his individual routine was over.
He’d survived.
He only had the closing group dance to get through before he could drive to Crew’s place and kill the motherfucker in his sleep.
Chapter Four
He hated that they wore military uniforms, fake or not. To Finn, even wearing what was obviously a costume still felt like stolen valor. Or disrespect. But then, he figured it could be typical garb for male strippers. Just like wearing police or firefighter uniforms.
It was true that a man in uniform tended to attract women. One reason why badge bunnies were a thing.
Even so, military costumes were what they wore in the closing routine as they ran out on stage to Candy Shop being blasted through the speakers.
They spread out along the part of the stage that extended into the audience, four on one side, four on the other, each of them taking a spot close to the edge. With their heads tipped down, one hand cupping their crotch and one hand planted on their abs, they popped their chests to the beat of the popular song by 50 Cent.
Nick’s voice came through the speakers. “C’mon, ladies, raise that money up high! Let these men see what you’re offering. The bigger the bill, the more likely you’ll get an experience with them tonight you’ll never forget!”
That was their cue. Slowly, they raised their faces, whipped the cap that matched their assigned uniform into the crowd and as one, leaped off the stage onto the floor.
Jumping from the frying pan right into the fire.
“If you want to be pecked, wave those dollar bills high, ladies!”
Since Finn really didn’t give a fuck about the money, he picked someone who only had a single wrinkled dollar bill flapping over her head but her face was full of excitement. He figured she might not have the cash to attract the rest of the dancers on the hunt for wads of the green stuff. He went over to her since she deserved to have a special night, just like the rest of the women.
As the women tipped them for a chance to remove a piece of their clothing, Abby and Nick weaved through the tables and chairs, picking up the discarded clothing to make sure they weren’t taken as souvenirs.
Straddling the young strawberry blonde’s thighs, he lowered his body while grinding his hips, but avoided putting all of his weight on her legs.
He didn’t bother to take the dollar from her but asked, “What do you want to remove?”
The woman’s face was beet red and she seemed to have swallowed her tongue, but when her friend shoved her arm and encouraged her, she finally shouted, “Your pants.”
With a smile and a wink, he told her to grab them and pull. She did and Abby came out of nowhere to take the pants from her.
“What else?”
“I only have one dollar left.”
“I don’t care. What else?” he asked again.
She bit her quivering bottom lip.
“Meg, take off his damn shirt!” her friend screamed at her while bouncing in her seat.
“Your shirt,” the blonde decided. Finn could hardly hear her over the loud music.
“Take it off,” he urged.
Since the uniformed shirt was fastened with Velcro, it didn’t take much for her to tear it from him. Abby appeared like magic and grabbed that, too.