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me where I sit. He places my hands on his smooth and incredibly muscular chest as he continues to gyrate to the music.
I squeal through my laughter and ball my hands up so it’s just my fists touching him. “I hate you Stephanie!” I yell out through my laughter.
“No you don’t. You love me! You’re having a good time. Admit it! Admit it!” she slurs, laughing her head off when she flicks her hand and wine sloshes out of her glass and spills on her arm.
I didn’t think it was possible, but suddenly, I’m laughing harder . Then even more when Ash strips off his pants and is standing over me in nothing but a bright red g-string and a belt with a prop axe in it. He flips his hips back and forth so the axe swings at me.
I wave my hands in front of my face. “Stop, stop! I can’t laugh anymore. It’s hurting my stomach.” It’s then that I remember the money Katrina stuffed in my strap. I grab it and hold it out. “Here. I’ll pay you. Go and dance with that woman over there,” I say, pointing directly at Stephanie who is dancing about waving money above her head.
“So ng’s not over yet, pretty lady,” he says, continuing to dance around me.
Blissfully, the track changes soon after that and he holds his hand out to me to help me to stand.
“You’re Naomi from Matiari, right?” he says in my ear. “I’ve seen you play. You’re bloody awesome. There’s karaoke after this until we dock. I hope you’ll treat us all to a song or two.”
Once again, I laugh. Something about a man standing in a g-string and telling me he’s a fan of the band seems hysterical to me.
“I’ll see what I can do, Ash the fireman ,” I tell him, patting my hand on his big bicep as I step down into the crowd.
Stephanie reaches up and immediately shoves some money in the waist band of his g-string as Paige, the most sober person here, steadies me so I don’t lose my balance coming off the stairs.
“Ash the firefighter is a fan of my band,” I tell her , the words coming out slowly as my drunken mouth tries to work around them.
She laughs at me. “I think it’s time to get a few coffees into you, or you’re going to be falling off this boat in an hours time.”
Leading me to a table, she waves over one of the topless waiters and asks for a bottle of water and two coffees.
“How come you’re so sober?” I ask , suddenly feeling very mesmerised by the light amber colour of her eyes. “You have really awesome eyes.”
Grinning, she thanks me for the compliment. “I’ve never been a big drinker. It works well for Elliot because he can drink and I can do the driving,” she explains.
“Don’t you like it?” I ask.
“I had a drug problem a really long time ago. So I try to steer clear of mind altering substances.”
“Wow,” I say, slightly taken aback. “How did I not know this about you?”
“It’s not something I share around , Nomes.”
My mouth forms an ‘o’ shape. “I won’t tell anyone,” I promise he r as the waiter returns with our coffees and a water for me.
“I know you won’t,” she tells me with a wink before she lifts her coffee to her lips and watches as women dance with the waiters a few feet away from us with an amused grin on her face. “If men acted like this with female strippers they’d get thrown out of the clubs,” she comments.
“Really?” I ask.
“Yep. Most clubs let men look but they can’t touch. It’s a very different scene.”
“You must have been to a few clubs before. I ’ve never been to one,” I admit. “They never interested me.”
Paige carefully places her coffee cup back on the table. “They’re not that exciting. Why don’t you drink your coffee and ma ke a start on that water? It looks like you’re about to be dragged off to dance with topless men.”
I look over my shoulder to where Stephanie is dancing with Katrina and a few girls I’ve met through the band. She beckons me over but I shake my head and hold up my cup of
I squeal through my laughter and ball my hands up so it’s just my fists touching him. “I hate you Stephanie!” I yell out through my laughter.
“No you don’t. You love me! You’re having a good time. Admit it! Admit it!” she slurs, laughing her head off when she flicks her hand and wine sloshes out of her glass and spills on her arm.
I didn’t think it was possible, but suddenly, I’m laughing harder . Then even more when Ash strips off his pants and is standing over me in nothing but a bright red g-string and a belt with a prop axe in it. He flips his hips back and forth so the axe swings at me.
I wave my hands in front of my face. “Stop, stop! I can’t laugh anymore. It’s hurting my stomach.” It’s then that I remember the money Katrina stuffed in my strap. I grab it and hold it out. “Here. I’ll pay you. Go and dance with that woman over there,” I say, pointing directly at Stephanie who is dancing about waving money above her head.
“So ng’s not over yet, pretty lady,” he says, continuing to dance around me.
Blissfully, the track changes soon after that and he holds his hand out to me to help me to stand.
“You’re Naomi from Matiari, right?” he says in my ear. “I’ve seen you play. You’re bloody awesome. There’s karaoke after this until we dock. I hope you’ll treat us all to a song or two.”
Once again, I laugh. Something about a man standing in a g-string and telling me he’s a fan of the band seems hysterical to me.
“I’ll see what I can do, Ash the fireman ,” I tell him, patting my hand on his big bicep as I step down into the crowd.
Stephanie reaches up and immediately shoves some money in the waist band of his g-string as Paige, the most sober person here, steadies me so I don’t lose my balance coming off the stairs.
“Ash the firefighter is a fan of my band,” I tell her , the words coming out slowly as my drunken mouth tries to work around them.
She laughs at me. “I think it’s time to get a few coffees into you, or you’re going to be falling off this boat in an hours time.”
Leading me to a table, she waves over one of the topless waiters and asks for a bottle of water and two coffees.
“How come you’re so sober?” I ask , suddenly feeling very mesmerised by the light amber colour of her eyes. “You have really awesome eyes.”
Grinning, she thanks me for the compliment. “I’ve never been a big drinker. It works well for Elliot because he can drink and I can do the driving,” she explains.
“Don’t you like it?” I ask.
“I had a drug problem a really long time ago. So I try to steer clear of mind altering substances.”
“Wow,” I say, slightly taken aback. “How did I not know this about you?”
“It’s not something I share around , Nomes.”
My mouth forms an ‘o’ shape. “I won’t tell anyone,” I promise he r as the waiter returns with our coffees and a water for me.
“I know you won’t,” she tells me with a wink before she lifts her coffee to her lips and watches as women dance with the waiters a few feet away from us with an amused grin on her face. “If men acted like this with female strippers they’d get thrown out of the clubs,” she comments.
“Really?” I ask.
“Yep. Most clubs let men look but they can’t touch. It’s a very different scene.”
“You must have been to a few clubs before. I ’ve never been to one,” I admit. “They never interested me.”
Paige carefully places her coffee cup back on the table. “They’re not that exciting. Why don’t you drink your coffee and ma ke a start on that water? It looks like you’re about to be dragged off to dance with topless men.”
I look over my shoulder to where Stephanie is dancing with Katrina and a few girls I’ve met through the band. She beckons me over but I shake my head and hold up my cup of
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