The orange stage lights shut off. Two black lights flipped on, illuminating both poles.
At the back of the bar, a door opened. Two glow-in-the-dark thongs, one green and one pink, floated out and approached the stage. As the black light illuminated the physiques they were affixed to, Kid’s mouth dropped.
The guy in the pink thong had a flawless body. Two veins crawled like vines up a deep rift that outlined either side of his belly button, which was so shallow it was nearly flush with his washboard stomach. Kid wondered if the guy’d ever had a carb in his life. Two locks of his blond, spiked hair curled inward like devil horns.
The music started back up.
The pink-thonged stripper grabbed the pole and swayed his torso—embedded with a deep vee, a seeming invitation to savor his package, which was so enormous that it was dangling out of the far-too-small thong. Kid was sure it had to have been nearly a foot and half long.
Narrowed eyes and crinkled temples made the stripper appear to be perpetually wincing, lost in some deep thought, even while he was shaking his ass and wrapping his leg around the pole. Indented around his mouth were two sickle-shaped dimples that were so defined, they were visible even as he stood there, expressionless.
His knees gyrated. His juicy, round ass jiggled. He was hotter than the other two dancers Kid had seen on the stage. More than that, there was something different about him. He appeared to actually be feeling the rhythm, caring about the beat, enjoying what he was doing.
The dancer closed his eyes, massaged one hand down the pole as his ass dipped to the floor. He stroked his other hand across his thick pecs, which protruded so far from his chest that the dip between them had to be several inches deep.
“You like what you see?” Kinzer asked.
“Mmm hmmm.”
Kinzer grinned. “You and every other higherling. Follow me.” Kinzer stepped toward the stage. As he approached the stripper in the green thong, Kid found himself inching toward the other.
“Kid, take a seat. I think it’ll be easier if I talk to him one on one.”
Okay, crazy.
He appreciated Kinzer’s suggestion. It gave him an opportunity to be closer to the other stripper. He made his way to a table between the two poles, so he could keep an eye on both his favorite dancer and favorite hero. Kinzer approached the green-thonged stripper, who was shaking his cheeks in the face of a bone-thin corpse of a man. The corpse eagerly stuffed a dollar bill in a glow-in-the-dark strap around the stripper’s thigh.
Shorter than the other stripper, his muscles were less bulky, less defined. However, it was still a hell of a body. Dark-brown hair waved down either side of his cheeks, fanning out over his shoulders. Tiny hairs speckled across his plump face, indicating a fresh beard. Where the other stripper seemed confident in his place on the stage, this one seemed awkward, out of his element.
The green-thonged stripper finished entertaining the older man and returned to his pole. He climbed and wrapped his legs around it, gripping on with his calves. He threw his body back, arching his torso so his abs pushed forward, tense, rigid.
***
Not gonna make any fucking money tonight, Dedrus thought.
He arched his back.
He’d just finished entertaining one of his regulars, a nasty old man who was very generous with ones but never paid for VIP.
While he’d been working the regular, Dedrus had noticed a young guy in his peripheral vision. Maybe he had some cash.
He’d made his way over to the pole and performed his moneymaker move, hoping it would pay off.
He tossed his head back and threw the guy a seductive glare.
“What the—”
His calves lost their grip. He plummeted to the floor.
“Shit!”
The stripper at the other pole, Treycore, threw him a concerned look.
Dedrus couldn’t believe it.
Kinzer?
Was this a dream? He had plenty of dreams about Kinzer—dreams where his ex-lover returned to him and confessed his love. They’d make up and run off together. Was that why he was there? Dedrus knew better. He remembered the cruel day when he’d expressed his true feelings for Kinzer and he’d been shot down.
