Page 80 of Blood and Bonbons

After knocking, the same bouncer from the previous time opened it. The faint sound of music filtered out.

“Any chance you’re looking for new talent?” Vena asked with a wide smile.

His gaze swept over her face, my tits, then her face again.

“Sure. There might be a few openings. Come on in.”

I could almost feel Vena’s triumph as he stepped back and gestured for us to join him in the dimly lit entry. She strode forward with confidence, pulling me with her. The music grew louder, and I breathed in the lingering scent of fruity-flavored vape pens while I looked around.

Either Vena’s definition of nice needed to be questioned or the internet had lied. With dark walls and older, red accent chairs outside the bathroom, the place came across as dated and not nearly as nice as Blur. No wonder everyone Vena asked hadn’t heard of it.

The click of a lock sliding into place had me gripping Vena’s arm harder.

“This way,” the man said, heading down the wide hall.

I shot Vena a panicked look, and she mouthed, “Be cool” before towing me with her. The dude just locked us in, and she wanted me to be okay with that?

She leaned in. “You’re cutting off circulation. He’s a bouncer at a member’s only club.”

Right. I took a calming breath. Of course he’d lock the door until he could send someone else to answer it.

I eased my grip as we emerged into the main bar area. The room had four mini stages between the bar and the main stage. Tables with lounge seating were interspersed throughout. Most of the tables were empty, which explained why the mini stages were dark and only two dancers gyrated on the main stage.

Two male dancers.

Naked.

One saw me looking and did a sudden hip thrust, making his semi-hard length slap against his sack.

“That can’t feel good,” Vena said under her breath.

The other dancer grabbed a pole and slid down its length. I couldn’t imagine that feeling any better.

An inquisitive meow shifted my attention to a throne-like chair taking center stage. A black cat was curled up on it. The cat’s yellow eyes blinked at us as we moved through the room, following the bouncer.

“Is the cat part of their act?” I asked.

“The owner’s companion belongs to the cat,” the bouncer said. “You’ll meet him later.”

Before I could question what he meant by that, he pushed open a door that led to a changing room for the dancers. I saw the normal feathered and sparkly costumes and long tables filled with containers of body glitter situated along the walls. My head swiveled as I took it all in.

It wasn’t until the bouncer opened another door that what I saw registered. The costume pieces had no tops. Only bottoms. Bottoms with extra room in the front.

“Here you go, ladies,” the man said. “If you wait right here, I’ll get the house mother.”

“Sure thing,” Vena said.

As soon as he was gone, I swatted at Vena. “This is a male strip club!”

“I noticed that when I saw the guys’ junk. And when I saw all the pouch thongs on the costume rack. Did you see the one with the beak on it? I think there was a hole between the bills.”

“If it’s an all-male strip club, why would they want to hire us?”

“Maybe they have men during the day for the stay-at-home moms. Night time might be different.”

“Then where are the female costumes?”

“Would you want to chance some guy’s sweaty junk in your feathered thong? They probably swap costume racks when the other dancers are here.”

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