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“Dude,” Scorpio said, clasping Crow on the shoulder.
“Hey, you guys got a great crowd tonight.”
“It’s like this most weekends. Army and me have been talking about expanding the place. It’s getting to be too small. I think we could buy the property next door, tear down the building, and build on to this place. It’d triple our business and pay for itself in a year or less.” Scorpio leaned against the counter.
“We’re going to bring it up at the next church. What can I get you?” Army asked.
While he waited for the drink order, he and Scorpio talked about motorcycles and the upcoming rally.
“Do you need one of the women to help you with that?” Army asked as he placed the drinks in front of him.
“A tray’s good,” he replied.
“Fuck that,” Scorpio said as he waved his hand in the air.
In less than a minute, Courtney waltzed over to the bar and glanced at the drinks. “Do you need help with them?”
“That’d be cool,” Crow replied.
She grabbed a tray, piled the beverages on it, then lifted it high in the air. “The VIP table in front of the stage, right?”
“You got it.” He watched her disappear into the crowd of people. “If you guys need any help, just hit up Eagle or me.”
“We should be good. I got Charlie and Wyatt helping me tend bar,” Army said.
A broad smile turned up the corners of Scorpio’s mouth. “Jenny will be real glad to see you. For some fuckin’ reason, she’s got a thing for you.”
“She knows a real man when she sees him.” Crow joked.
“So why the fuck is she pining for you?”
Chuckling, Crow held up his middle finger, then made his way back to the table.
He picked up one of his shots, downed it, sat back in the chair, and picked up another.
Turning his gaze to the stage, he saw that Tawny and Houston were done with their set,
and now Jenny and Diamond were spinning around the poles, smiling wickedly at the appreciative whistles and cheers from the audience.
“They’re hot too. Fuck, this is going to be hard to decide,” Benny said.
“We got a special for three dances. Usually, it’s with the same dancer, but since you’re friends with Crow, you can have three different chicks dance for you,” Eagle said.
Benny’s eyes widened at that possibility, and he turned away and stared at the women.
“Who’s the brunette?” Josh asked Crow.
“Jenny,” he replied.
Josh picked up his drink and slowly brought it to his lips. “I want her,” he said before taking a sip.
The drum beats of the hard-rock song synchronized to the bumps and grinds of the strippers prancing around the stage in seven-inch heels. Jenny, her gaze fixed on Crow, paused to slowly gyrate her hips as she unclasped her sequined top and dropped it to the floor. Her perky breasts swayed with her body, tantalizing and tempting the onlookers.
“She’s really into you.” Resentment laced Josh’s voice.
“Jenny’s into all the dudes. That’s her job,” he answered.
“Then why is she looking just at you?” Josh said.
