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"Hey, looks like the last one showed up!" Karen nudged Audrey and pointed. "Oooh, he's a hottie!"
"They're all--" She stopped at the sight of the fifth young man, who'd just come out of the back room.
It was Joel.
"Oh, mama," Karen said. "Catholic schoolboy."
Audrey was pretty sure Joel wasn't Catholic, but the schoolboy description was dead on. He wore dark trousers and a button-down oxford shirt with a tie. His dark hair had been slicked back beneath a ball cap. He looked utterly forbidden, which made it all the more delicious. He swaggered around the room greeting the women, while his cohorts contorted themselves on and off the pole.
Should she go before he made his way to where she sat? Joel was between her and the exit. He'd see her leaving. Should she hide in the bathroom?
"Where are you going?" Karen's question made her realize she'd already gotten to her feet.
The music ebbed and flowed, inviting hips to wiggle and pelvises to thrust. The boys in the middle of the stage traded out with the two who'd been working the room. Joel, perhaps because he'd arrived late, didn't go to the center and start taking off his clothes, but Audrey knew it would only be a matter of minutes before he took his turn. She had to get out of here before then. How embarrassing! Joel was her classmate, a friend, her study buddy...
And he was standing right in front of her. She looked up, with what she knew had to be an idiotic smile pasted on her face. Joel was grinning, too. He didn't look embarrassed, but then he probably dealt with shell-shocked women on a regular basis.
"Woo-hoo!" Karen, apparently, had dispensed with the last of her anxiety andwas now waving a handful of dollar bills at him.
Joel looked into Audrey's eyes, the neon lighting making the dark depths of his gaze impenetrable. Then he grinned, his teeth flashing supernaturally white, and turned his attention to Karen. Vance, however, had already insinuated himself into Karen's lap and was dry-humping her while she giggled hysterically and shoved dollars into the back of his g-string.
The song changed from a harsh rap song to a smoother, sexier dance tune. A fucksong, they'd called it in college. Slow, sensual, with lyrics to match. Audrey leaned against the back of the loveseat. Joel, body moving slightly to the beat, looked at her again, and she thought for sure he was going to move away. She hoped he would. She hoped he wouldn't.
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