Fight Me(58)
Gabe brought in one of his extra bartenders to serve solely our party for the night. The drinks and shots are flowing freely, everyone is laughing and having a great time, and it’s almost time for the entertainment to arrive. Several of our fellow officers are here – well, those that didn’t get stuck working tonight – as well as a few of our superiors. A handful of local guys we’ve become friends with or went to school with are also here for the big party.
Everyone seems to be having a great time, buying drinks and shots for Maddox, and asking me when the strippers will be there. It’s getting pretty late into the evening and everyone is starting to get a little rowdy. My brothers are shooting pool which is where I’d love to be, but I’m keeping a close eye on Maddox for the night. I’m trying to avoid distractions like a pool game. The dad’s are even still hanging with us, sitting in the back nursing a few beers and chatting about cars and work.
When Gabe comes into the private room at eleven thirty, he has a sour look on his face. “Hey, man. Can I talk to you real quick?”
“Sure. What’s up?” I ask as we head over the corner of the room.
“Uhh, your stripper just called and said she’s at home with food poisoning. She ain’t coming, man. She tried to call a friend to fill in, but she was unavailable too.”
“Shit! So, we have no stripper?”
“Nope. Sorry. I could make a couple of calls and probably try to find someone real quick for you, though I can’t guarantee the quality of stripper so last minute.”
“No, that’s okay. He’ll just have to deal with not having one. Thanks, man.”
“No problem. I’ll throw in a couple of rounds of drinks for you guys tonight. Sorry about the last minute cancellation. She’s never done this to me before. She’s usually pretty professional. Well, as professional as you can get for a stripper,” he says as he walks out of the room.
“Well, that sucks,” I mumble as I return to where my brothers are standing.
“What’s the matter?” Nate asks.
“The stripper’s not coming. Apparently she has food poisoning.”
“Well, that sucks! I was looking forward to that part the most.”
“No shit! I couldn’t wait for her to embarrass the hell out of Maddox.”
The only redeeming part of this night now is thinking about what’s going to happen when we make a surprise visit to the little room next door. There is one stripper still here that no one is expecting.
Chapter Fourteen
Erin
We made our way to Jack’s Pub and are now in the private small room in the back that I didn’t even know was here. Around eleven-thirty, there’s a loud knock at the door.
“Avery, someone’s here. Will you get the door?” Holly hollers in a sing-song voice.
“Ugh! I can barely walk straight, Holly,” Avery mumbles as she walks – or more like stumbles - towards the door.
When she throws open the door, a very large, very muscular cop is filling the entire doorway. Though he’s wearing a hat, I can tell he has long, almost shaggy blond hair and huge muscles. Hell, his muscles have muscles. The exposed skin on his arms is covered in tattoos and his uniform is skin tight. There’s no hiding anything in that thing! I can’t tell what color his eyes are because he’s wearing Maverick from Top Gun style sunglasses – at night and inside a building – which is a huge indication of what kind of ‘cop’ this man really is.
“Excuse me ladies, but there has been a few complaints about excessive noise coming from this room. I’m going to have to come inside and get to the bottom of this,” Mr. Hot Stripper says as he walks inside, closing the door tightly behind him.
“My fiancé is a cop,” Avery slurs. “I know everyone, and I don’t know you.”
Hot stripper grabs Avery’s hand and leads her over to the chair that has mysteriously appeared in the center of the room. All eyes are now on the stripper and Avery and huge smiles are spread across everyone’s face in the room. Hell, even the mom’s have excited looks on their faces.
“I heard you have been a very naughty girl tonight. Is that true?” he murmurs in a sexy voice.
The proverbial light flips on at that moment, and Avery tries to bolt from the chair. “Oh, no, no, no, no. No! I know what you are! You’re a stripper!” she exclaims as the stripper gently pushes her back down in the seat. From behind us, Holly flips on the stereo and the sound of Bruno Mars’ “Locked Out of Heaven” fills the small room.
Avery’s hands fly to her face, shielding her eyes as Mr. Hot Cop Stripper starts to seductively sway his hips, flipping his glasses off his face and ripping open his shirt. His chest is chiseled to perfection and glowing from the oil. He starts to straddle her lap and goes about shaking what his mama gave him all over her.