Page 81 of Passing Ships

“I bet you are so much better than that,” I encourage Eden.

The three of us sit and watch the professionals do their best work engaging the boys with their suggestive movements and seductive body language all carefully curated to get the client to loosen their purse strings. They sway their hips and make deliberate eye contact as they remove their clothing piece by piece.

It’s something to behold and I can see why men enjoy it. Our group is certainly captivated because their eyes are all locked on the women before them until the song ends. Each one pulls out their wallet and tips the dancers before they gather their discarded garments and leave.

That’s when we make our move. When the next song begins, Avie and Eden go right, and I go left.

Anson notices us first because he stands to reach for the bottle on the table. He raises an eyebrow, then grins and shakes his head.

I run my nails across Lennon’s shoulder as I round the couch, and he stiffens.

He doesn’t want one of these working girls touching him.

Avie and I lock eyes, and we enter their private space at the same time.

We are a sight in our short matching lace dresses.

Lennon is facing Wade, so I’m able to slide a leg over his lap before he sees it coming. His head snaps around, and his hand comes down to block me. His face registers surprise, and his hand falls to the side as I climb into his lap and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Hi, Sailor.”

His hands come to my hips, which move to the rhythm of the song that is blaring over the club’s speakers.

“Legs, what are you doing here?”

“Giving you a lap dance,” I answer as I twist in his lap and dip between his legs before rubbing my ass into his crotch.

I glance over to see Avie straddling Sebastian as they talk softly to each other. Eden is gliding her body all over Wade.

Parker has gotten up and moved to stand beside Anson. His eyes avoid the three of us while Anson enjoys our little show.

I lay my back against Lennon’s chest as he clutches the hem of my dress and pulls it down my thighs as far as it will go, trying to keep me covered. I can feel him growing hard.

I grab his hands and guide them up the front of my dress, and just as we reach my breasts, the song ends.

His arms come around and hug me against him.

Eden, who has grown brazen, hops out of Wade’s arms, kicks off her shoes, climbs up onto one of the makeshift stages, and grasps the pole. She manages to climb it and does one impressive slide down its length before Wade is out of his seat. He picks her shoes up and plucks her from the pole and tosses her over his shoulder. Then, he carries her toward the stairs.

“Night,” Anson calls.

Eden’s head comes up, and she waves.

Sebastian caves next as he stands, and Avie wraps her legs around his waist.

“See you guys in the morning,” he says.

“Breakfast at the diner across from the motel,” Anson yells.

Then, he turns to us.

Lennon’s arm is still surrounding me protectively.

“Et tu, Brute?”

I answer him by standing and turning to look at Lennon.

“Private dance, Sailor. Here? Or …”

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