Page 2 of Time Out

“See what?” I answer, glancing toward the stage where a redhead in a cowgirl outfit drops her g-string, then flings herself onto the chrome pole, climbing it like the stage is about to go up in flames.

Wilson points toward the entry where a bouncer is collecting cover fees and checking ID’s.

My head is pounding in time to the music and all I want to do is go back downtown to stalk that abandoned house and see if I can find the girl. And this time, I’m not driving away without her.

“See that guy coming in?” Wilson nods toward the group coming in. “He’s here every night with those girls, or others that look just like them. They could beKensie, for God’s sake.”

Kensie is his niece, step-niece actually, but by all accounts, he’s been her father.

He’s dedicated himself to her for the last eleven years.

He and I have been friends since high school. We went different directions for a while. He went to college and I went to the penitentiary, but we’ve always been there for each other.

“You sure they’re 18?” I ask, shaking my head.

He shrugs. “I’m told they check all the girls who dance. At the door, I’m not a hundred percent sure. I have no fucking idea how this place runs, man. I’m a fucking engineer for Christ Sake, why did my fucking brother leave this place to me?”

I nod, not my problem but yeah, he’s out of his element for sure.

I’ve not actually been with a woman for a few years. I’ve been on the wrong side of a few cheating exes and watched the way mymother played men for whatever she could get. In the end, with my own relationships, although I was pissed that my trust was broken, every time the end has come, I’ve only felt relief.

And who the fuck cares if I’m thirty-five and single?

But I don’t want to be single anymore… I want to find that girl and secure her into my life, by any means necessary.

Fuck. I’m losing it.

What the fuck was a prize like her doing in that shitty part of town for starters? Then, what was she doing clearly breaking into a house that was not fit to be occupied?

Wilson shoots me a smile as the DJ’s voice cuts through the Usher song that’s come on.

“Aaaaaaaandnow it’s time for the real fun to begin! All you thick thigh, jiggly ass lovers…it’s the official start of Chubby Chaser’s night, and you all are in for a banger tonight!”

The urge to go out to the car for another stress relief session takes me by the balls. But it’s more thinking she’s out there somewhere. Maybe in that house, alone. Rage hits me like a bat to the side of my head when the music ramps up.

The announcer’s staticky voice comes back through the speakers. “For all your BBW pleasure, do we have a treat for you! Up first is a fresh, cherry-picked amateur, ready to give you a first look at all the curves you can handle!” The DJ continues his introduction as Guns N Roses’ ‘Sweet Child O’ Mine’ ramps up. The whistles and catcalls start from the gathered hounds, and whatever is about to happen is the main event. “Give a round welcoming applause to our first up and a stripper stagevirgin,FayWraaaaaaaaay!Paws off this one, you filthy gorillas! Unless of course you want to slip her a hundred, and we will find you a VIP room where it’s don’t ask, don’t tell!”

The place erupts as the stage curtains flutter, then pull back just enough for the girl to appear. Everything in the room goes dark, except for the look of terror in those blue eyes.

I’d know those eyes anywhere.

And that fucking body. Jesus, even under the baggy clothes from yesterday, this is the prize package I knew she was hiding.

Rage tangles in my core and burns over my skin.

It’s a lucky thing for every man in this place that I left my Glock in the car, secured in my glove box, because otherwise, I’d be reloading right fucking now.

The bright lights turn her innocent eyes to slits as she shuffles forward with arms wide like she’s walking a tightrope on those ankle-breaker Lucite platform shoes she’s wearing.

Jesus, it’sher. It’s really fucking her.

Every fantasy over the last twenty-four hours, of mounting her from behind and fucking one hot fucking load of jizz after another into her soft body, suddenly comes streaming back.

Wilson said he vets the dancers, right? She’sgotta be18.

Fuck, God, please let her be 18.

Men are leering and salivating, and I want to shove my thumbs into every eye socket in the place and listen to the sound of eyeballs popping as they burst, never to soil her with their leering gazes again.

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