Chapter 20

Adam

For our date, I’ve decided to take Lacey to a strip club. I’ve taken a great liking to them. We don’t have anything like it on our island. At least in public. My bedroom has acted like one of these clubs plenty of times.

Is it unorthodox? Sure.

Is it risky? Maybe.

Do I think she’ll enjoy it? Hell yes.

Lacey’s not the kind of girl to shy away from sexuality—as she’s so deftly proved already—and I doubt that a little strip club action will throw her off.

I pick her up, and when she asks me where we’re going, I just smirk, raise my brows, and chuckle.

She looks back at me with skepticism, her eyes squinting a curious smile spreading across her features.

“What do you have planned that you’re so smug about, Adam?”

“Well,” I say simply with a grin. “I’m taking you to a strip club.”

Her eyes go wide and her jaw drops, but the corners of her lips turn upwards in a smirk as her eyes light up.

“You’re…” She giggles, trying to stifle her laugh with her hand and failing. “You’re taking me to a strip club?”

I shrug and nod, grinning back at her and winking.

“Is that a problem?”

She thinks for a second, and then turns her gaze back to me with a subdued smile.

“Fuck no, let’s do it. I’ve never been to one before.”

“Well,” I croon, sliding my arm around her in the back of the car, “there’s a first for everything, right?”

The car takes us through town, and we arrive at the strip club shortly, having arrived at the perfect time. We didn’t have to wait in line for too long, but there were already enough people inside and we didn’t really feel awkward walking in.

When we get inside, we’re greeted by a hostess type lady, and she asks if we have a preference to where we sit.

I glance around the place—it looks like we have the pick of the house—and then back to Lacey, cocking an eyebrow as I smile.

“Well, Lacey,” I quip. “Lady’s choice. Where do you want to sit?”

She looks around the club for a moment, and I can’t help but laugh and smile when I see her fix her gaze on the table right in front of the runway.

A mischievous grin spreads across her face as she turns back to me and chuckles, shrugging.

“Well,” she purrs. “Go big or go home, right? Front and center.”

The hostess smiles at us, and I place my hand at the small of Lacey’s back, leading her forward, following the hostess to our seats.

When we’re seated, we order drinks, and I scoot my chair closer to hers so that I’m seated next to her instead of across from her, my thigh brushing against hers under the table.

She shoots me a flirty smile just as the first dancer comes on, and we both turn our attention to the stage, watching the performance unfold.

There’s this cute little blonde thing up there dancing to some dance number, and usually I’d be smitten with watching that, but all I can focus on right now is how into this Lacey is.

She’s watching the girl move, eyes following the curve of her hips every now and then. She bites her lip.

Is she as into this as I am? I guess I made the right choice, bringing her here.

The dancer up on the stage finishes her set and walks off, and Lacey smiles, clapping along with the rest of the men at the front line of the stage.

I nudge her leg under the table, and she whips her focus back to me, cocking an eyebrow in question and smirking when I grin at her.

“What?” she asks, blushing.

I slide my hand onto her thigh and squeeze, holding her gaze as I respond.

“Well,” I say as I eye her up and down, my gaze settling on her lips for a moment before traveling back up to those big, gorgeous eyes. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you enjoyed that more than I did. Something you want to tell me?”

She giggles and swats my arm, shaking her head and playfully rolling her eyes.

“Wouldn’t you just like to know?”

I sit back in my chair and cock an eyebrow, crossing my arms across my chest, nodding to urge her on.

“Oh, but I would.”

I can see her cheeks flush as she smiles and tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

“I don’t know,” she says, looking down into her lap and then back at me as she fidgets with her hands. “I guess I really am enjoying myself. More than I thought I would.”

I laugh and squeeze her leg again, leaning in to place a quick peck on her cheek before settling back into my chair with a wink.

“I knew I made the right choice for our date.”

She shifts in her seat and grins at me, a playful look in her eye.

“I dunno,” she says shyly as she bites her lip. “It’s kind of hot. I thought maybe it would be weird, watching some half-naked chick shake her stuff on stage in front of me, but I kind of like it.”

I cock an eyebrow at her and smirk.

“Kind of?”

“Okay,” she concedes, rolling her eyes. “I really like it. More than I thought I would.”

“Well,” I say as I lean in until I’m just an inch away from her face, my lips just barely missing hers. “I’m glad.”

I watch her swallow and sigh, holding my gaze as she bit her lip and chuckled softly.

Just as I’m about to lean in for a kiss, the lights start again, and another girl comes strutting out onto the stage. I laugh and lean back into my chair.

Then I have a thought, and I look over at Lacey with a smile.

“Well, since you’re enjoying yourself, let’s make sure you get the full experience.”

Her brow furrows, and she looks at me with confusion, her eyes widening as I reach into my pocket and pull out a wad of bills.

The dancer starts finishing up her main dance, the music shifting from her routine to the follow up within a few minutes.

Several men around us are waiving small denomination bills at her, and she takes them with a smile, giving them a sway of her hips or shake as thanks.

Then she looks over to me and the hundred-dollar bill I’m holding, and she struts over until she’s a few feet away, and gets down onto the floor of the stage until she’s on all fours.

I make eye contact with her and smile, passing the bill over to Lacey. The dancer looks at her with a sexy smirk.

Lacey turns four shades of red as the stripper slowly and seductively makes her way across the stage to her, thighs and ass swaying as she crawls over.

Lacey may be a bit red, but I can tell she’s enjoying this.

She’s grinning ear to ear, and when the dancer gets to her, she holds the bill up so the dancer has to reach over her to grab it, and in turn, gets a face full of tits.

I laugh and clap my hands when she finally hands the bill over, and she bursts out into a fit of giggles.

The dancer nods at her and stands up, walking off the stage as we all clap.

I look over to Lacey. She has a huge smile on her face as she looks back at me.

She shrugs and winks.

“Hey,” she quips. “Go big or go home, right?”