Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
“I know, but I hate this feeling of helplessness. It might not do any good but in my heart I’ll know I at least tried.”
Phire gave her a quick hug. “I’ll go help the girls take drink orders and then make sure that Muttly is making them correctly.”
“I’ll keep an eye on him, too,” she murmured and watched her hostess snake her way through the packed tables, stopping along the way to collect empty glasses and take drink orders.
Mel turned back to the stage just as the Peckers finished their opening dance and filed off the stage—no longer wearing anything but jockstraps—to go change for their solo routines.
Mel decided now was a good time to head over to the bar to check on Mutt’s malfunction and make sure he was referencing the Bartender’s Bible she’d given him. Not that it was helping…
Mel didn’t think anything would help except to rehire her former bartender.
Her step stuttered and she almost stumbled on her heels when she noticed three large men stuffed around a small table in the back corner. They were tipping back bottles of beer and seemed to be joking around since they were elbowing each other and laughing.
While she liked her customers to enjoy themselves, she didn’t want any of the Peckers to feel uncomfortable, especially if the trio was making fun of them.
She hadn’t been aware that any men bought tickets for tonight’s special event. They could be gay or bi or… simply assholes.
She was determined to find out.
She detoured from her trek to the bar and, instead, headed in that direction to make sure they weren’t there to make trouble. If they were, she’d have them escorted out and refund their tickets.
It didn’t matter if the dancers were men or women, she didn’t want anyone on her stage heckled or harassed. Or made fun of. If they wanted laughs, plenty of comedy clubs could be found around the greater Pittsburgh area.
She stopped in front of their table and faced them, slapping on her best customer service smile. “How are things tonight, gentlemen?”
All six eyeballs took a slow roll down her body from hair to heels. Their action was nothing out of the ordinary, since working at a strip club, it came with the territory.
With a smirk, the one with the most severe haircut and broadest shoulders answered, “Eye opening.”
Her gaze sliced over all three. “Are you enjoying your evening?”
“The evening just got better.” The man sitting in the middle, with dark hair and just as dark eyes, pushed out an empty chair from under the table by using his foot.
She pushed it back in so it wouldn’t block anyone’s path. “While I appreciate the offer, I have to politely decline since I’m working.”
A mature-looking man with salt-and-pepper hair and a matching beard sat to the left of the other two. “Are you the manager?”
“Yes.”
All three of them were not only very handsome, but pretty damn hot. Even sitting down, it was hard to miss that they were in really good shape. Maybe they were part of the Peckers team and only came for support.
“Are you gentlemen enjoying the show so far?” The music and lighting changed, an indication that a dancer was taking the stage behind her to do his solo routine.
She shifted out of their way. “I’m sorry if I’m blocking your view.”
“We’re not here for the view.”
“Then, I’m sorry if you thought it would be women dancing tonight. I can refund your tickets if you’d like. Here at The Peach Pit we only want you to have the best experience.”
The muscular guy to the far right dropped his head and snorted.
Mr. Salt-and-Pepper’s grin got wider. “We know who was scheduled to dance tonight. No need for a refund.”
Well then…
“It’s not an issue that we’re here, is it? I didn’t see anything limiting the show to women only. Did we miss the small print?”
Her mouth opened. Nick, the manager of the all-male revue, never said men couldn’t buy tickets. And there were plenty of nights where women came in to watch the girls dance. No one had a problem with it and sometimes they could be the best tippers.
She couldn’t discriminate as long as someone wasn’t there with ill intentions. “There aren’t any restrictions. You’re welcome to stay.” As long as you behave, she added silently.
The darker complected hunk, sitting in the middle of the man-meat sandwich stated, “You think it’s strange that we’re here tonight.”
“No, I just want to make sure everyone is comfortable. That’s all.”
Mr. S & P nodded, amusement deepening the lines at the corners of his eyes. “We’re only here to support Blaze. He’s a good friend of ours.”
Ah, so they did know one of the dancers. That was a relief. “That’s wonderful. I’m sure he could use the support since he’s new to dancing. Although, to watch him you’d never know it. He definitely has the right moves.”