Page 74 of The Spy Ring

TWENTY-FIVE

Tiffany

“It’s really loud,”Morgana yelled as Aria and Morgana’s mom guided her to our table.

The place had more lighting than I expected but Morgana was right, it was loud. She still didn’t know where we were as her grandma insisted on keeping her blindfolded.

“Just one more step. There, you can take your blindfold off,” Morgana’s mom said as she let go of her daughter’s hand.

Morgana slipped off the pink bandana and glanced around. Her brow furrowed. “There’s a stage. Is this one of those dinner theaters?”

Her grandmother took her seat on the long white couch and waved over a shirtless man wearing leather pants and a bowtie.

“In a way. Except we already had dinner. This is more drinks with a show. And they do show everything here. Don’t they, sweetie?” Her grandmother’s hand slid over the man’s bicep before drifting down his arm.

“Yes, tonight is the Full Monty show. Now, what drinks would you like to start with?” he asked.

I knew when I saw the sign out front that it was a strip club. Who would mistake Hunk O-Rama Male Revue as anything other than a male strip club?

Any other time I would be a little thrilled to come to a place like this. Something different and fun. But, looking around at the half-naked men made me miss Jagger. Especially, his chest. He had a better chest then all these men.

The first thought I had when I saw the strip club was making Jagger put on a show of his own for me.

Then I frowned as I remembered how brooding and silent he was when he left yesterday. When I tried to call him later and earlier today, it went directly to voicemail. I haven’t heard from him since.

No Jagger show for me.

I wish he had let me explain what I meant when I said I regretted marrying him.

“Three shots a piece of tequila with some lime wedges. Oh, and bring out a basket of your curly fries,” Morgana’s grandmother said.

“Since you ladies have the VIP table, you get complimentary champagne,” he said.

“Fine, bring that as well.” Her grandmother waved the guy off.

“That’s a lot of alcohol. Maybe we should just start with the champagne and then—” Morgana’s mom said, taking her seat next to Morgana’s grandma.

“It’s a bachelorette party, Annette. Live a little.” She rolled her eyes at Morgana’s mom before turning toward her granddaughter. “What do you think?”

Morgana, with eyes so round I wondered if they might fall out of her head, glanced around the room. We were seated on a large, leather, U-shaped couch that hugged a low white table. The room was dark, with dark wood floors and black walls. Green lighting poured down from the ceiling against the walls to make it appear like a green waterfall.

“It’s a bachelorette party all right,” Morgana said with a frown on her face.

“I love it. Great idea, Mrs. Austin,” Aria said reaching over to pat Morgana’s grandma on the back.

“Please, call me Denise. I’m just one of the ladies tonight, and if I’m lucky enough, I’ll be hanging with the guys after!” She wiggled her brows as Aria high fived her.

The waiter came back with the drinks and additional glasses of water. I slowly sipped my champagne and passed off my shots to Aria. Evaleen sipped on water next to me.

I snacked on a few fries and was surprised at how good they were. After we had been there about twenty minutes, the white lights lowered and colorful strobe lights began to wildly flash around the stage.

“Welcome, ladies, to the special Full Monty show here at the Hunk O-Rama Male Revue! In a moment, some of our seasoned pros are sure to make you sweat with our pre-show. Right after the pre-show, you will be in for a treat. All the way from our New York venue, four of the hottest men will let you see it all!” the announcer said overhead.

It was fun to see the guys dance around the stage, taking off their clothes. They were quite talented, and I wondered if they were professional dancers during the day. Even the light show was impressive. When the limousine drove up to the strip club, I thought it was going to be seedy, but they put on an entertaining show.

Morgana’s grandma got grabby with a few of the dancer and had to be led back to her seat.

After a while, the men left the stage and the lighting changed. I heard the announcer come back on. “You ladies ready for the Full Monty?”

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