“I don’t know. I think I’m broken.” I motion to my cock.
Roman chuckles and shakes his head while glancing at the guys. Matthew is having a great time. Holden accepts the lap dances, and Nick happily tosses bills. Roman shrugs. “I think we all have someone else on our mind.”
“We do, but we’re supposed to be having fun, right? We’re supposed to be living it up, dancing and enjoying ourselves.”
“Well, maybe you should get up on the pole.” Roman teases.
After a few more drinks, I swear the pole is calling my name. I whisper to the DJ, and he nods. I take off my shirt and pants, and shoes, then he announces a very special dance for a very special man. A husband to be.
I get on the pole, and Matthew gapes, shaking his head. I twirl around the pole and shake my ass at him. Matthew laughs, and Roman takes a few pictures. I end up with the guys, giving them all lap dances while women cheer. The strippers rub me and tease me, showing me how to dance better.
Candy grabs my chin. “No wonder you’re not interested. You changed. I’m so glad you came out.”
“Came out as an amazing dancer.” I tease, smacking her ass.
She giggles. “It’s okay. You can say it. I’m gay too.”
I blink at her and shrug. It’s as good a reason as any. I point at Roman. “You should give him a good look.”
And that’s the last thing I remember before waking up on the couch at home. I look around and groan as I rub my forehead. There’s a soft sigh next to me, and I see Candy on the floor. She looks at me, pulls the sheet over her chest, and swallows.
“What happened?”
No. My pants are still on. I never get dressed after sex. Holden comes in and smiles at Candy. “Hey there.” Then he sees she’s topless. He rolls his eyes and tosses her something. “You threw up on your shirt, don’t look so panicked.”
“Well yeah, I don’t mess up with guys. It’s fine.”
But then Sophie walks in. She looks at the scene, looks at Candy, and clears her throat. “Um … would you prefer girl’s clothes?”
“Sure.” She pulls her hair from her mouth. “You’re gorgeous.”
Sophie giggles, then glowers at me, walking over. “What is happening?”
“It’s fine, Soph.” Holden hugs her. “She threw up on her dress after continuing to party with us. She’s not even into guys.”
Sophie looks between us and then nods. “Okay.”
But her eyes flick to me again, like I betrayed her. Roman walks in and kisses the top of her head. “Good morning, Bambina.”
“Hi, handsome.” She kisses his cheek, looks at me again, and swallows hard. “We’ll talk later.”