The third guy was Liberty and the two girls were Jana and Rita
Gianna turned to tell me she was going to the restroom with Rita. Not one minute after they took off, Jana surprised me by scooting closer to whisper in my ear the things she’d do to me back in her hotel room. I caught Levi looking at us with raised brows and a smirk. Glancing down at her, I got an eyeful of cleavage and shook my head to decline her offer.
I was shocked she’d even bother. Had she not taken a good look at the girl I was with?
Although, some of the things Jana had said, well I hoped Gianna didn’t get too drunk tonight.
Jana finally moved away when we saw Gianna and Rita winding their way back through the club to us. Gianna was grinning like a madwoman when she sat back down. I had no warning before she blurted out, “Let’s go to a strip club!”
Rita and Jana giggled while the guys shared a knowing look. I’d been in the middle of taking a drink of my beer and practically choked on it.
I turned to Gianna. “Why the hell would you want to do that?”
Her smile dared me to deny her. “Because I’ve never been to one and don’t you think everyone should go to a strip club at least once in their life?”
Everyone but you, I wanted to say.
Brooks heard Gianna and shouted, “Or at least once a month!”
Suddenly, he was no longer funny.
Gianna nudged me. “Come on, Caleb. It’ll be fun.”
“Um . . . okay,” I agreed reluctantly, not coming up with any good excuse to say no. For some reason, my instincts were screaming that this was a bad idea. I just couldn’t put my finger on why. It was a good thing I wasn’t too drunk yet. Actually, I was suddenly feeling very sober.
We took two taxis to the strip club. Gianna sat on my lap as four of us squeezed into the back of one. The strip club was only a couple blocks off the strip, taking five minutes to get there.
Something about going to a strip club with my girlfriend seemed all wrong. She wasn’t acting like anything was unusual about it. Her attitude was excited and outgoing.
Once inside the club, natural male instinct had my eyes roaming to the tits and ass on display. Girlfriend or not, it was unavoidable. But my mind was on the lap dance Gianna gave me last night. Then I was remembering how good it felt to be inside her. The only place I wanted to be was back at our hotel room.
As we all sat down in much more comfortable chairs than the dance club had, a waitress strutted over to take our drink orders. Brooks tried flirting with the waitress, only to get shot down. Didn’t he realize how often the servers at strip clubs got hit on?
I mostly averted my eyes from the half naked dancers wrapped around poles. Damn, some of them were athletic as hell. I didn’t know if I could even do some of the gymnastic type moves they performed.
Gianna had consumed four drinks at the last club, so when she had two more in the first half hour at that strip club, I began to get worried. Her bright smile eased some of my discomfort.
Everything was fine and dandy until Levi asked me and Gianna, “So, how did you guys meet?”
I choked once again on my sip of beer. Gianna giggled drunkenly before suggesting, “Why don’t you take this one, Caleb?”
“Um, well,” I started to say, not really knowing where to begin.
Gianna saw no reason to hesitate. “He’s my stepbrother!”
They all started laughing, assuming she was joking. Noticing how unfunny I thought it was, Jana asked, “No shit? Really?”
“Really,” I answered. To someone who’d just met us it might seem strange. Feeling the annoying need to explain and not wanting them to judge Gianna harshly, I added, “But my dad and her mom are getting divorced, so we won’t be stepsiblings for much longer.”
Rita sat up straight up in her seat. “That’s so scandalous! So, was it like forbidden love and you guys couldn’t help yourself?”
“How romantic!” Brooks clasped his hands together and exclaimed in a high-pitched, girly voice. How did I ever think this idiot was funny?
I shifted in my seat uncomfortably, ready to answer Rita’s question, but Gianna beat me to it again. “It is so not love!”
Exotic dancers forgotten, Levi leaned forward. “So you two aren’t serious about each other?”
“We’re serious-” I began.
Gianna cut me off, swaying slightly away from me. “We’re just having fun. No love involved. That makes the best relationships, don’t you think?”
Levi and Liberty both looked at me in admiration. “How’d you get your girl to agree to that?”
This conversation was pissing me the hell off. Wanting off the subject, I snapped, “Love just messes things up.”