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  They walked through busy London streets until Chad stopped in front of a bar. “In we go.”

  Michael shoved the door open and stepped inside. Shite, naked women were everywhere. Well, no, not everywhere. The naked ones were on stage; the ones wandering around the bar were topless. A pretty, young redhead approached. Reaching up she kissed Chad on the lips. “A new one?”

  Chad slapped her scantily-clad butt. “Two beers and I don’t mean that warm dark shit you English bastards love so much.”

  She giggled and disappeared into the midday crowd. Chad followed and Michael kept up. When the big man flopped into a large chair near the stage, Michael took the seat next to him. He had no complaints about the view from their vantage point. The girls on stage were attractive in a cheap way, but they were crap dancers. He figured most men weren’t here to watch because it was ballet.

  Chad leaned forward. “So what do you think?”

  “About?”

  He slipped a twenty-pound note in the front of the waitress’ shorts as she placed two glasses on the table. “About taking your clothes off for money.” Before Michael could even think about an answer, the man continued. “Do you know how many male strippers work in London?” Michael shrugged. “Not enough.” Chad took a sip of his beer and grinned. “And you, my friend, could make a killing with the way you dance.”

  “What?”

  “You know why you keep getting turned down at auditions?”

  Michael had no fucking idea at all. “Nope.”

  “You scare them. The men. They’re worried you want to fuck their women and even more concerned that you turn their piss poor little dicks into flagpoles. You’re too damn hot for your own good.”

  “Are you gay?”

  Chad roared with laughter. “Not at all. Although for you I might make an exception.” He reached over and clapped Michael on the back. “Relax. Drink up. I’m not about to fuck you.”

  Chapter 5

  Michael shrugged the collar of his leather coat up and stepped inside another seedy club. He’d been living in Chad’s spare room for a month while he practiced his moves. Now he needed the perfect venue to launch his new career. Monique would be mortified if she found out what he was doing with his talent, but it was his fucking life to screw with as he would. Besides, it was only a stopgap until he got a real dancing job. A man had to eat.

  He had no intention of stripping with Chad, even though the dude had offered to share his stage with him. Michael wanted to prove to himself he could do it. The room was full of smoke and raunchy music filled the air. He stood inside the door and took it all in. He turned his attention to the stage and was mesmerized. A lithe blonde was pole dancing like it was the Royal Ballet. Her muscles flexed as she did things he could only imagine. This was the perfect place and she was the perfect woman. He’d been disinterested since Monique, but his blood heated as he imagined the beauty on stage using him as her pole.

  “You coming in?”

  He looked at the bald middle-aged man with a potbelly standing inside the door. Michael smiled. “Sure.”

  “Ten pounds.”

  He handed over the money without question. His focus barely left the stage as he pushed his way to the bar through the crowd of horny men. The seedy man who had been at the door appeared in front of him, dirty tea towel tossed over his shoulder. “Drink?”

  “Do you have any Guinness?”

  “Sure.”

  “Pint of Guinness, please.”

  The man filled a glass and Michael handed him a ten pound note. He kept hold of it until the man looked into his eyes. “Are you the owner?”

  “Who wants to know?”

  “My name’s Michael Monaghan.”

  “Pete, and yeah I own this dump. What of it?”

  “Do you only have female strippers?”

  Pete laughed. “Is there any other kind?”

  Michael grinned. “Give me five minutes of your time and I’ll tell you.”

  Pete turned and yelled down the bar. “Lisa, you lazy bitch, watch the bar.”

  Michael pulled another note from his wallet. “Why don’t you join me in a drink while we talk?”

  Pete took the money and shoved it in his pocket before helping himself to a large whiskey. He nodded toward the end of the bar. “Office is this way.”

  Glass in hand, Michael followed him and they disappeared through a black door into a room as seedy as the bar. Centerfolds from Playboy replaced the wallpaper. A black desk and two plastic chairs were the only furniture. Pete eased into the chair behind the desk and Michael took the other.

  Pete swallowed a mouthful of whiskey and then placed his glass on the desktop. “So, Mr. Ireland, what do you want?”

  “I want to strip for you.”

  Pete grinned. “Now? In my office? I’ve never been so flattered in my life.”

  Michael chuckled. “No, out there on stage. Ladies’ night.”

  “Don’t have one.”

  “Are you open every day?”

  Pete shook his head. “Thursdays is the girl’s night off.”

  “Open next Thursday and make it ladies’ night and I’ll strip for free. You like what you see, I become a regular.”

  “And if I don’t like what I see?”

  “I’ll reimburse you for any losses.”

  “And where do I find customers?”

  “Let them in for free. They’ll buy drinks.”

  “And if I like what I see?”

  “Hire me to perform every week. I’ll take 50% of the door price. Drink profits are your own. I’ll even work the bar on the days I’m not dancing.”

  “And tips? What if the ladies fill your G-string?”

  Michael grinned. “I don’t plan to wear a G-string.”

  “The full monty?”

  Michael’s stomach was churning. Getting naked in front of Chad as practice was one thing, getting naked in front of a room full of horny women was something else. He loved women but one or two at a time was enough. “Sure. Why not? But if I do get tips they’re my own.”

  Pete leaned back and took another sip of his drink. His brow wrinkled and he rubbed his fat belly. Eventually he placed his glass down and held out his hand. “You’ve got a deal, Michael. How does eight o’clock sound to you?”

  Michael took his hand. “I’ll be here.”

  Michael sat and reached for one foot and then the other. He’d stretched already but it kept him from needing to piss. Chad had offered to tag along but the man was more nervous than his ma had been the first time Michael drove a car by himself. He was nervous enough already. Getting to his feet, he practiced a couple of moves in the cramped dressing room and took a deep breath.

  The door swung open and Pete grinned at him. “So, Mr. Ireland. Are you ready?”

  Michael lifted his hat and cane from the dressing table. “As I’ll ever be.”

  “Chastity’ll show you the way and catch the cane.”

  “Thanks.”

  Pete disappeared and a dark-haired woman stepped into the room. She could be pretty but it was hard to tell. Her makeup was thick enough to have been applied with a trowel. She wrung her hands and appeared more scared than he was. He hoped she was up to the job. Dropping the cane would ruin the whole start of his act. She swallowed and looked up at him. “Are you really going to get fully naked?”

  He grinned. “That’s the plan, darlin’.” He held out his arm. “Shall we?”

  She slipped her arm through his and stared up at him as she led him to the stage. “God, you’re beautiful.”

  Michael chuckled. Nothing calmed his nerves better than adulation. When they reached stage left he took a deep breath. Chastity let his arm go. The lights dimmed and the babble of voices ceased. The first beat of Parisienne Walkways sounded and Michael dipped his head and kissed Chastity full on the lips before walking into the spotlight.

  The room could have been empty for all he could see. He ignored the low moans and groans from beyond the spotli
ght. Once the music hit the beat for his start he tossed his cane to Chastity. She caught it with a huge grin on her face. Michael grabbed the pole, which had been turned into a lamppost, and spun around as low as he dared. He heard movement in the crowd as he got to his feet. Each throb of the song powered his mind and body and he ate it up. Nothing existed beyond him and the music.

  First one glove and then the other were tossed aside. He pulled his jacket off and flung it over his shoulder before letting it slide to the floor. The music stopped for a beat and he grabbed the front of his shirt. When the guitar wailed he ripped the thing open, buttons spilling everywhere. It slipped down his arms. His stripper pants came off two beats later and he heard women’s muffled voices. He didn’t need to see them to feel the sexual tension in the air. They were eating out of the palm of his hand. His body throbbed with adrenaline giving him a huge rush. This was fucking amazing.

  Dressed in only a black leather G-string, he ran his hands seductively over his oiled body, enjoying the wolf whistles of the crowd. When he heard the beat that was his next cue, he pulled his top hat from his head and held it in front of his dick. A low guitar note throbbed through the air and he dropped his head and breathed deeply. This was the moment of truth. The note wavered and the room fell completely silent. Michael grabbed his G-sting with his right hand and tugged it off in one smooth move, tossing it aside just as the music stopped. When the guitar wailed again he flicked his hat into his right hand and rolled it effortlessly up his arm onto his head like he had practiced a million times before. The next long wail filled the air and he tipped his head back and flung his arms wide.

  He struggled to breathe as the room went wild. Women screamed and whistled. He grinned at the ceiling. He had fucking well done it. He’d gone the full fucking monty and they loved it.

  The music slowed and the house lights came up. He dropped his arms and lifted his head. His gaze fell on the blonde who had been pole dancing when he’d first visited and he smiled. She was almost drooling. The knowledge she wanted to fuck him sent a jolt through his system. He took a deep breath to stop his cock reacting and ruining the act. Without a backward glance he sauntered off stage to the thunderous applause of the women who had just witnessed the birth of stripper Michael Monaghan.

  Chapter 6

  Shannon stared at the now empty stage. What the fuck? God, she was as horny as hell, and from the way Lisa was cursing under her breath she wasn’t the only one. She needed a cold shower or a good screw. No, even better. She took off across the room, squeezing between tables.

  Lisa’s voice followed her. “Shan, where are you going?”

  She didn’t answer. She was on a mission. Slipping out the back, she marched to the dressing room and flung the door wide. Michael was in the process of stowing his family jewels and zipping up his jeans. He glanced in her direction and grinned. Without a word he lifted his T-shirt off the back of a chair.

  Shannon let the door close behind her and leaned against it. Way to look cool, busting in on the guy when he was still naked. But what a sight. She would pay money to watch him get naked again. Would he be back?

  “Have you been doing this long?”

  Michael lifted an eyebrow. “Undressing? I think I took over from my ma when I was about two, but don’t quote me on that. She has mentioned a time or two that I’m a feckless shite.”

  Shannon took a deep breath. Irish. Fucking Irish. His accent was to die for. The man was a living breathing sex toy. “In public?”

  Michael shrugged and then tugged his T-shirt over his head. “Well, when you’re a wee nipper you don’t really have a sense of decency and propriety so undoubtedly, yes.”

  He lifted his head and made eye contact with Shannon and then he grinned. The bastard was toying with her. “I meant, have you been stripping long?” She didn’t even know why she asked. Lisa said he was a newbie, but no one looked that comfortable on stage the first time. She had almost thrown up and she refused to go beyond a G-string.

  “Not at all. Today was my debut. So, do you think I’ll make it?”

  She watched as he pulled on his socks and boots and then lifted a long, black leather coat from the back of a chair. She folded her arms across her chest in an effort to hide her throbbing nipples. “You’ve got potential.”

  Michael stepped in front of her and ran a finger down her neck and over the top of her left breast, glancing the edge of an escaping nipple. She sucked in a breath. His finger was warm and he was most welcome to continue. “Potential? So if potential has you creaming your panties what does the real thing do to you?”

  “I was not creaming my panties.”

  Michael chuckled. “Liar.”

  Shannon couldn’t stop the shiver running up her spine or the moisture pooling between her thighs. Michael moved closer and she closed her eyes, fighting for air. He pressed a kiss to her neck and then the heat of his body was gone.

  She opened her eyes and he smiled. “Now, if you’ve finished with me I need to be speaking to Pete.”

  Shannon held back a growl of disappointment and stepped away from the door. “I’ve finished with you.” He turned the handle and as he stepped through she muttered, “For now.”

  She held back a squeal when he turned his face toward her and winked. “I’ve got no doubt you’ll be back for round two, Shannon.”

  When he disappeared into the corridor she went after him. Hands on hips she stared at his retreating back. “How do you know my name?”

  “I know lots of things, darlin’.”

  *

  Michael wandered into the bar and ordered a large whiskey. He wasn’t sure what had him shaking, the striptease or Shannon. Until he got on stage she had never even noticed him sitting in the bar taking in the show. All the regulars loved her act. She was poetry in motion but there were grumbles when she disappeared off stage with her knickers on. With ability like that she should be appearing somewhere better than a dive in Soho. But then he had no room to speak.

  A hand clasped his shoulder and Michael turned to face Pete. “So, will I do?”

  Pete’s face broke into a huge grin. “You’ll more than do. The women went fucking wild. We need to plan.”

  “Plan what exactly?”

  “Well, one man taking his kit off is not a show. No matter how big his dick is or how well he dances.”

  “What if I can put together a group of lads?”

  Pete frowned. “But you’ll be the front. I want you taking your clothes off every tune every Thursday night. And that song is the centerpiece. Did you hear the women scream when they saw your dick? I wish I could get a woman to just acknowledge I have one never mind worship the fucking thing.”

  Pete’s focus shifted across the room, and Michael turned to see what had his attention. Shannon. The main man was lusting after the busty blonde. And why not, Michael was. Difference being he’d have her in his bed before the weekend was over. Poor Pete would still be sleeping alone.

  He swallowed the last of his whiskey and offered Pete his hand. “So, do we have a deal?” Pete’s grip was strong as he shook Michael’s hand to seal the deal. Once Pete let him go, Michael stepped back. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to collect my clothes.”

  A female voice whispered, “I’ve got them for you.”

  He turned and smiled at Chastity who stood behind him with his duffel bag, hat and cane. She held them out and he accepted. Chastity grinned. “You were fucking amazing.”

  Michael laughed. “You flatter me, darlin’.” He glanced toward the door. His path was blocked by a sea of women. So far they’d kept their distance, but he wondered if he could make it across the room in one piece. “Is there a back door?”

  Chastity nodded. “I’ll show you.”

  A hand slipped around his waist and Shannon glared at Chastity. “No need. I’ll do it.”

  Michael smiled at Chastity. “Until next time, darlin’.” She nodded. Before he had a chance to say anything more Shannon took his hand and l
ed him back the way he’d come. Apparently she was going to be easier than he had imagined. He could probably shag her within the hour if he put his mind to it.

  Chapter 7

  Shannon pulled him into the back corridor. She meant to leave him be and play it cool but then she saw him with Chastity. What the fuck was she doing? No need to panic. She didn’t want a man to ruin her life. He had a great body and she wanted a chance to examine it in more detail. This didn’t need to be a drawn-out affair just a once-off to scratch an itch. When she settled down it would be with a man who had the means to support her so she didn’t have to take off her clothes for money.

  Her steps slowed as they reached the door to the dressing room, and he chuckled. “If you’re planning to seduce me you’d best be quick. I’ve a feeling Pete will be looking for you.”

  “Pete can go fuck himself.”

  “Is he that well hung? Lucky man.”

  Shannon smiled. “I doubt it. Anyway, what makes you think I want to screw you? I’m just being polite. Professional courtesy.”

  Michael dropped his duffel bag to the floor and carefully placed his hat and cane on top. He reached over and pushed the dressing room door open. “Do you want to continue showing me professional courtesy in the corridor or shall we go somewhere more private?”

  Shannon chewed her bottom lip and then with a toss of her head she stepped into the cramped room. The second the door closed she pounced. His mouth was hot and hungry as he devoured her. She moaned when his tongue plundered her mouth. He tasted of whiskey and smelled of coconut oil. When he broke the kiss she grinned at him. Panting to get her breath, she took his coat from his hand and threw it aside before tugging his T-shirt over his head. Leaning forward, she flicked his right nipple with her tongue, and he shuddered beneath her touch. It appeared she wasn’t the only one turned on by his performance.

  Apparently not willing to wait any longer, he tugged her short skirt up over her hips. Her tiny thong offered no protection. She scrabbled to unzip his jeans, desperate to see his cock up close and personal. When his erection sprang free she let out a moan. That was what she was talking about. Fucking magnificent. She barely had time to feast her eyes before Michael grabbed her under the armpits and dumped her arse on the chair. In one slick move he dropped to his knees and shoved her legs wide. When his mouth hit her sweet spot she shuddered and held back a torrent of profanity. His tongue was fucking wicked. He sucked, licked, and nibbled. Desperate for more she moved her legs to rest on his shoulders, and the filthy chuckle from between her thighs was a sweet aphrodisiac. A finger plunged inside her and curled, hitting a nerve that had her panting in frustration. One long lick and another finger, and she plunged into a sensual abyss, her arse jerking off the chair as she pressed her pussy into his face.