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"Of course," he responded, ordering two pints of beer. The waitress gave Roxie a strange look and shimmied off to the bar, leaving them to check out the next dancer onstage. She was a lithe blonde girl who might have been a gymnast in another life, since she was so adept hanging upside down from the pole and twisting around it in her five-inch plastic platforms. When the song ended two minutes later, the naked blonde approached their table.
“Roxie?” she asked.
“Jasmin,” Roxie laughed. “How’s business?”
Jasmin smiled. “Can’t complain,” she said, “it’s been a busy night.” She nodded towards Eric, who was staring at both girls, no doubt conjuring up some deluded fantasies. “Does he want a lap dance?” she asked Roxie.
“I don’t know, ask him.”
Eric looked skeptical, glancing warily at Roxie’s expression.
“Are you okay with this?” he asked.
Roxie laughed. She had no ties to him beyond casual sex, so she didn’t care if he got a lap dance. Plus, it would be fun to watch Eric get riled up. “Go ahead, Eric. She won’t charge you.” Jasmin caught Roxie’s eye and winked.
“Okay!” Eric replied. Jasmin positioned herself in front of him and started moving slowly to the song, swaying her narrow hips and coming up close to Eric, straddling one of his thighs and grinding her hips into him, turning around and bending down slowly to give him a look at her from the rear. He didn’t dare touch her, even when she later buried his face in her breasts, her knee propped on the chair between his legs, her knee grazing his erection. Roxie could only watch, stifling her laughter at his awed expression by drinking the beer the waitress had brought. Jasmin was a very sexy girl, stripper or not, and Roxie definitely let her gaze linger on her naked body when neither of them noticed.
The song ended and Jasmin detached herself from Eric. “Have a good night, you two,” she winked, then walked to the back of the club to rest up and prepare for her next number onstage before Eric could even thank her.
“” Eric commented, taking an enormous gulp of his bubbly intoxicant. “You know her?”
“We went to high school together,” Roxie replied.
“Must have been some school, filled with hot women like you,” he noted, his deep brown eyes darker than before.
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