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“It is. It definitely is just you.”

“Shut the f*ck up and let me finish, man,” Jason snips back with a smile. “Maybe it’s just me, but both of the women up there are insanely hot. I mean, come on, is that just me?”

“I have to agree with you there,” Jordan admits, leaning back in his chair. “Honestly, every chick in here is beautiful. This place must be picky when it comes to who they hire, because I’ve been to some clubs where the women are f*cking busted. Chicks be on the stage looking like Dog the Bounty Hunter and shit.”

Jason and I bust out laughing. In the middle of it all, a woman approaches the table and sits down on my lap. She’s wearing white, lace panties with a sexy matching bra. She sits down on me like I’m Santa Claus, and Jason and Jordan immediately smile from ear to ear.

“Hey, sexy,” the woman says, who I must admit is f*cking hot. “You’re cute as hell. Too cute to be sitting here with two boys. You want some company?”

As hot as this girl is, the first thing I think about is what happened last night with me and Layla. My brain is overcome with the memory of how good it felt to be with her, to touch her, to taste her, to be inside of her. Once I have that thought, I’m good to go.

“Umm, I appreciate the attention,” I start, trying to be polite. “But, I’m good. Don’t get me wrong, you’re a beautiful woman, but I’m good. My man Jason over there, though, would love to have some one on one time with you.”

Jason frowns at me at first, but when the woman looks over at him, he breaks out a bright shiny smile. Not even a minute later, Jason and the stripper are up and headed over to one of the empty booths for a private dance. As he walks, he glances back and gives us the finger, but he’s still smiling like a kid on Christmas.

“That guy is a f*cking mess,” Jordan says as he sips his drink.

“Yes he is. How the hell do you keep him focused enough to win in court?”

“I don’t. When it’s time to be in court, he pulls it together unlike anything I’ve ever seen. I mean, you know it wasn’t always like that for him. He used to suck because he was out there trying to be like his dad, but once he dropped that act, he became the best damn defense attorney I’ve ever worked with. He’s crazy outside, but once we’re in the courtroom he becomes f*cking Rain Man. You should see him.”

“I wish I could, because I can barely imagine him in front of a judge, not cussing, and defending someone.”

“Oh, he still cusses. He gets fined almost every time we’re in court, but it doesn’t matter when he’s telling the truth and kicking ass.”

“Wow. That’s crazy.”

“Anyway though, so how are things with you and Layla? Jason told me you guys had a good night last night.”

I shake my head and smile at the same time.

“Jason doesn’t know shit, first off. But we did have a great night last night, and things are good with us. Layla’s great.”

“I see the way your face lights up when you two are together, man. I know that feeling, and I can recognize it, because my face does the same thing when I’m with Michelle. I can see that you’re falling for her.”

Another smile tugs at my mouth, but I fight it off. As I struggle to think of a subtle response, I see Jason emerge from behind the curtain. The stripper goes one way, and Jason comes speeding towards us, his eyes wide like he just got the surprise of a lifetime.

“Holy shit, you’re never gonna guess what I just heard!” he exclaims as he sits down.

“No, we’re not gonna guess, which is why you should just tell us what’s up,” Jordan replies. He finishes off his drink and sets it on the table.

“So, Dazzle just told me some shit that’s gonna blow your minds!” Jason says. He’s fidgeting in his chair like he’s about to pee himself.

“Dazzle?” I interrupt.

“Oh, that was the stripper’s name. She gives a great f*cking lap dance, by the way. You missed out on that one, Austin.”

“Dude, get to it already,” Jordan barks

“Oh, right. So, I may or may not have asked Dazzle what she was doing after she got off tonight, and she may or may not have told me she doesn’t hook up with guys she meets at work. Then, she went on to tell me that if I was interested in something a little extra, I could go downstairs. She said all the girls downstairs are available.”

Jordan and I glance at each other, and then look back at Jason.

“Available?” is all Jordan manages to say.

“You mean, like, available?”

“What the hell is wrong with y’all?” Jason snaps, frowning at both of us. “Yes, when I say available, I mean available. Now, get the hell up so we can go see what this is about.”

Jordan and I hesitate for a second, but then I decide to go along with it.

“Alright, Jason, I’ll go because you want to, but I’m not getting into anything crazy,” I say as we stand up.

We follow Jason towards a curtain that looks the same as the ones on the booths, which leads to stairs, and as we descend, the lights get a little lower with each step. When we reach the bottom, the room looks just like the one upstairs. Two stages, two poles being worked by two naked girls. The only difference is this room doesn’t have tables at all. There’s nothing but booths. We decide to bypass the bar and go over to a booth to sit down.