Page 43 of Unexpectingly Happily Ever After

″Dancer,”she corrects with a frown. “He says he keeps his underwear on.”

″I don’t know what you call that, but I don’t think it’s underwear,” I point out as the first dancer appears on stage.

It doesn’t take long for Morgan to get caught up in the excitement. There’s not a lot not to like watching men with beautiful bodies writhe on stage.

The best part is watching the other women in the audience. Some of them barely retain control of themselves, screaming and yelling and begging the men to do all sorts of nasty things to them. I notice Morgan wincing at some of the more lurid comments as she waits for Bron to make his entrance.

I clap as the dancers leave the stage, the waistbands of their g-strings full of bills. “These guys must make a fortune!” I say to Morgan.

″Bron says it’s pretty lucrative but it’s not something he wants to do for much longer. He says–”

But whatever Morgan is about to say is drowned out by the booming voice over the loudspeaker. “Aaannd now…ourveeerryown Tower of Power–the beast himself!”

Lights flash frantically before the stage darkens except for a spotlight. And Bron appears.

″Holy shit, Morgan!” Brit screams, clapping her hands like a little girl. “You got a piece of that last night?”

″It wasn’t like that. And it was this morning. After breakfast.” Even with the flashing strobe lights, I notice Morgan’s cheeks are pink.

Bron’s size is impressive but his dance skills are truly amazing. I’ve never seen a man his height dance like that. He pops, he thrusts, he twerks. I don’t know the name of most of what he does, nor do I care. I stand watching him dance with my mouth open, my only thoughtMorgan hadhim?

Partway through Bron’s performance, I suddenly turn to Morgan and give her a high five. She laughs self-consciously, her fingers twining with mine to give my hand a squeeze.

She likes him.She met the man not even twenty-four hours ago, and she already likes him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a heavyset woman launch herself onto the stage. She doesn’t exactly make it all the way, and she’s left with her torso lying flat a few feet away from a gyrating Bron, her legs dangling in the faces of those on their feet yelling for more.

One of her black flats flies off her foot, right into my face. I rear back in shock.

″Are you okay?” Morgan demands.

″I think so.” I pick up the shoe–a leather ballet flat, size nine. Too big for me. I hurl it back into the crowd, hitting a woman on the back of the head and ducking behind Morgan when the woman turns around.

But our attention is quickly caught again by the action on the stage. While Bron continues to dance, a second woman makes her own attempt to get on the stage, using the first women’s prone body, to clamber up.

There’s cheering and shouts of encouragement as she heaves herself on top of the first woman, who wriggles and struggles to push her off as she continues to clamber onto the stage. Her shirt is pushed up, with love handles that have seen no love lately are displayed.

I can’t look away.

The second woman is finally tipped off, and the two of them lay there, torsos on the stage, legs dangling and without the upper body strength to pull themselves up.

″Where is security?” Morgan cries. “Why don’t they stop them?”

″They look like two beached whales,” Brit laughs. “There’s no stopping that.”

I laugh, hating to admit that Brit is right. Pale flesh that hasn’t seen the sun nor a gym in a long time is revealed as they struggle to be the first to ascent their own private Everest.

Bron dances closer, his presence urging the women on.

″Stop them!” Morgan shouts.

″There’s no stopping them,” I tell her, Brit clutching my arm as we laugh.

But then Morgan darts in front of me, heading for the stage. “Morgan, don’t!”

But Morgan does.

Morgan is strong and tough and fighting for her man. And she has a temper. During Brit’s first wedding, she caused a scene by knocking out her ex’s new girlfriend with one punch. In Morgan’s defense, the new girlfriend was throwing wine glasses, one of them hitting me. It was only after I got hit that she decked the girl. She’s very protective of those she loves.

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