Page 8 of Goose

“Fuck! Not Olivia.”

Mad Dog breaks out in laughter. “Fucking Olivia, man? You are so screwed. Better look at hitting the road to find some new pussy!”

Joker laughs and continues on. “Yeah, Olivia. Shit, I wish she was my teacher back in school. Fuck, she’s a hottie. Anyway, the crazy bitch is going on and on about how you were supposed to meet her for lunch and you ghosted her. Then she starts talking shit about how you’re probably with Bambi and how you are always playing the two of them.”

I groan and blindly reach for something to drink. Finding a bottle, I twist the cap off and take a huge sip; more whiskey. I sit up and look at Joker.

“I’m not playing them. I’ve told Ellie Jo I want nothing to do with her. She creeps me the fuck out, man. Stage five fucking clinger. Bambi on the other hand... well that’s more complicated. We’ve got history. Things are just... complicated.”

Mad Dog just shakes his head next to me. “Yeah, complicated in that you won’t settle down and Bambi won’t be a side piece anymore.”

Joker sighs. “She’s a beautiful soul, Goose. You better start treating mychicaright.”

I growl and get up from the bar. “You guys don’t get it. Fuck off. We have history. Our shit is more complicated than you think.”

Mad Dog just stares at me while Joker plays with his switchblade. He looks up and his black eyes pierce me. “It’s only as complicated as you make. Stop fucking with her emotions. Be a man and either wife that amazing woman up or step aside.”

They both get up and leave me standing by myself while the girls rush back to the stage.Fuck my life. Nobody fucking gets it, and even if I tried to explain it, it wouldn’t make sense to them.

The girls start to stretch again while eyeing me. They know something is up and want in on the drama.

Fucking drama. Fucking women.

Tiffani comes strutting down the middle of the stage and finger waves to me. She swings herself around the pole as she watches me take another shot.

Her long black hair cascades down her back, and her dark eyes attempt to seduce me. I growl and turn to take another shot.

The other girls move off to the side to make room for her. They know she’s the star, and Tiffani knows it too.

Tiffani’s song,Dip it Lowby Christina Milian, comes on and she moves her hips to the beat.

She slowly wraps both hands around the pole and swings her leg around it, bringing her a full three-sixty.

With one leg hooked, she arches her back and drops her head, winking at me. She runs her hands down her chest and grabs her breasts.

Nothing she does turns me on, so I turn around to face the bar. I can hear the other girl’s gasp. I turn back around to see Tiffani at the top of the pole, hanging off and slowly undoing her tiny top. It falls to the floor, leaving her in just black lace pasties, covering her nipples.

She’s dipping it low, just as the lyrics instruct. Tiffani’s motions are as smooth as Tennessee whiskey. Like a poisonous concoction that tempts everyone who lays an eye on the stage. She holds the crowd’s attention, male or female. The only person who’s immune is me.

She pulls herself back up, then slowly and seductively slides down while keeping eye contact the entire time. The fucking bitch doesn’t know how to take a hint.

As Tiffani comes back down, she drops to the floor in a split as the other girls cheer her on.

She gets on her knees and crawls toward the end of the stage with her ass in the air. Her back dips low and then when she gets to the end of the stage, she rolls onto her back with her head hanging off the edge.

Tiffani puts her legs straight into the air with her ankles crossed. The glitter lotion she wore sparkles under the spotlights

“Come on, Goose. Help a girl out and pretend to be one of my customers. I can tell you want me, baby.”

I growl and get up to head toward Mad Dog’s Office. I want nothing to do with Tiffani or any other girl right now. Bambi is the only one I crave.

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