pitchers of beer up into the restricted area. “Start off with the beer, but get whatever you want.”
A bar sat in the corner of the room, and two large-breasted young women stood behind it, giggling as they watched the team file in. One of them was dressed in barely-there leather hot pants, and a crop top t-shirt that only just came down past her tits. The servers wore extra short schoolgirl skirts or lingerie bikini bottoms with thigh-high stockings, and shirts that tied under their breasts.
Heat crept up from Dom’s neck into his face; he tugged at his collar. Is it hot in here or is it just those outfits ? Damn .
Matt shouted to the bar, “Ladies, I’m buying tonight. Let’s get some grub and keep the beers coming, plus whatever else the boys want.” The girls nodded in response. He pointed to the tables around the stage. “Men, take a seat. The entertainment will start soon, and I know you don’t want to miss this.”
Dom twirled a chair around backwards and straddled it, folding his arms on the back, while the other guys pulled up chairs at the tables.
“Meatball, what are you? Twelve? Sit like a fucking adult,” Matt scoffed.
“What?” Dom’s arms raised in question. Matt had never been this pushy, but he’d turned quite jaded since being single.
Matt pointed at him and spun his finger around in an invisible circle, wanting him to spin his chair around.
“I think you’re embarrassing the ambassador of The Cat House,” Tyler said to Dom, while nodding towards Matt.
“Oh yeah? We’ll see who’s embarrassed, you wait. I’m just enjoying my usual hangout, but this party is for you , the future Mrs. Paige Martin. And just hope Mrs. PR Lady doesn’t get wind of what happens here tonight,” Matt said with an evil grin before taking a glass of beer and downing almost all of it in one gulp.
“I don’t embarrass easily.” Tyler relaxed in his seat, taking a drink. “And Paige knows we’re here; she’s perfectly okay with it.”
“Well, I guess we’ll see about that, won’t we?” Matt grinned. “And what’s the missus up to tonight, anyway? Is she out having dongs in banana hammocks shaken in her face?”
“Shut up, dude. She’s out with Rylee and Melanie, and I hardly think the girlfriend of the General Manager of the club and the team’s PR rep are going to want to take her to a strip club. They went out to dinner at some super-ritzy place on Mt. Washington — you’ve probably never heard of it — and then Ben was sending them to a private wine tasting.”
Dom couldn’t help but laugh. These two were comical, but he also didn’t think that Matt was kidding. Given the chance to embarrass the team captain, he had a feeling Matt would take it, and what better opportunity than at Ty’s bachelor party?
“What are you laughing at, rookie?” Matt snapped.
Dom shrugged cockily and pushed up the sleeves of his hooded sweatshirt. “Fuck you Matt, I’m not a rookie.” He flashed Matt the one finger salute. Something told him Matt had had quite a few before they’d even stepped foot in this place, which was nothing new lately. Lindsey had done a real number on him when she left.
“Don’t you worry, bro. I figured this was your first time in a place like this, so I have a special surprise for you, too.” Matt winked.
Matt treating him as if he were a kid was starting to piss Dom off. “Whatever, bender.”
Matt could be such a fucking jerk sometimes. It wasn’t Dom’s first time in a strip club, and he wasn’t a rookie anymore. Since he was one of the younger guys on the team, Matt thought it was funny to call him that. It wasn’t. The comments were getting old fast, but Matt had become like a junior high bully; the more you reacted to his lame ass comments, the more he picked on you. It was best to just grin and bear it. He wouldn’t go away, but maybe he’d get drunk and pass out, at least.
“So, Dom…” Kaden leaned in so the other guys couldn’t hear.
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