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“Oh you said it, alright. Congratulations. I’ll be sure to get a few drinks in you tonight and I’m sure you’ll tell us all about it. So, we’re still on for tonight, right? You’re not backing out now that you’ve gotten some from Layla are you?”

“Ugh. Fuck you,” I jab as I sit up on the couch. “Of course we’re still on for tonight. You guys are getting ready to leave, and we’re gonna hang before you go. So, stop talking shit and tell me what the plan is.”

“Alright then, smartass. So, I talked to Jordan earlier, and he said he heard from one of the paralegals here that there’s this awesome place to go get some drinks and be entertained.”

“Be entertained? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means! We’re talking about strippers, and don’t tell me you can’t come just because you’re all head over heels for Layla.”

“Damn, I didn’t even say anything!”

“I could tell you were about to,” Jason jokes, then he continues. “Anyway, so there’s this little place over in Summerlin. It’s away from The Strip, so it doesn’t really get a lot of tourist attention, which means it won’t be packed with people. The guy told Jordan it was the place to be. You down?”

“How many times do I have to say I’m down? Just let me know the time and place,” I reply as I sit up.

“Cool. Alright, it’s this little place called Red Pony Gentlemen’s Club. You heard of it?”

“Nah.”

“Well, it’s supposed to be awesome. Lots of entertainment walking around, if you know what I mean. Meet us there at ten.”

I look up at my clock and see I have a few hours to get ready.

“Red Pony Gentlemen’s Club. Got it. Alright, bro, I’ll see you guys there in a little bit.”





Austin

“Damn, man. Didn’t I say ten o’clock? It’s ten fifteen. I thought you military boys were always early.”

“Yeah, and I thought you lawyer boys were always liars,” I retort. “So when I heard you say ten, I thought the truth was actually ten-fifteen. Now shut up, and let’s do this.”

I close the door to the cab as I greet Jason and Jordan, who are both dressed like they’re about to head back to the courtroom instead of into a gentlemen’s club. Once we’re allowed past the gigantic bouncer who’s covered with hair and tattoos, we step into a decent sized room with a couple of stages in the center. Both stages have poles in the middle, and both poles have naked women grinding all over them. There’s booths on the perimeter of the room that have curtains drawn in front of them, so those are obviously the private booths made just for lap dances. When Jason sees those, his eyes light up.

“Oh yeah, this is the spot. I’ve been in here for about five seconds, and I already love it, and I never want to leave,” Jason chirps, his face beaming with excitement.

“Calm down, killer,” Jordan chimes in. “Give it a minute to sink in. Let’s at least go get a drink before you get all hyped up and try to marry one of these beautiful ladies in here.”

I follow Jordan over to the bar in the back. On our way there, we’re constantly being checked out by gorgeous women who are obviously strippers. They’re wearing next to nothing at all, and some of them have stunning bodies and gorgeous faces, but I’m ignoring all of it.

When we get to the bar, there’s a short-haired brunette behind the counter. Both of her arms are covered in tattoos and she has a face full of piercings, but she’s gorgeous. Something Jason quickly picks up on.

“Holy shit, you’re unbelievably hot,” he says, barely able to control himself as we lean up against the bar. “What’s your name?”

The woman behind the counter just smiles at first, but then her smile fades and she tightens up.

“Maybe you should tell me what you want to drink, honey,” she says, her voice low and sweet, but sassy. She slowly brings her smile back, but it’s forced, and she wants us to know it.

“Umm, just a Crown and Coke for me,” Jason answers, taking the hint.

“And how about you two?” the bartender says to Jordan and me.

“Crown and Coke,” Jordan replies.

“Vodka, Red Bull,” I say.

The bartender whips the drinks up in a hurry and hands them to us. We pay, and I make sure to tip her generously because it looks like Jason has already successfully pissed her off, and I don’t want to end up with spit in one of our drinks later.

The three of us grab our glasses and head to one of the empty tables. It’s fairly empty in the place considering it’s Saturday night, so Jason was right about it being pretty unknown. But, if it’s as awesome as we heard it was, then why don’t more people know about it?

I ignore my curiosity and decide to loosen up. I direct my attention to the middle of the room where there’s a woman on each stage working those poles like their lives depend on it. Both of them look like they’ve been doing this professionally for years, and I’m pretty impressed. Jason and Jordan have their eyes glued to the stage too, although Jason is the one who looks like he’s about to start drooling any second now.

“Okay, maybe it’s just me,” he begins, but Jordan cuts him off.