waited until Nicky moved his hand then leaned in and gave the man a kiss.
"I only have eyes for you, babe, I promise. I was just trying to make Ricky feel better, that’s all."
Nicky's eyes narrowed for a moment and Seth wondered if the man believed, him but then Nicky finally smiled. "Just you remember that." Nicky tapped Seth's nose as he spoke and the red color of his nails caught Seth's attention. He grabbed Nicky's hand and looked down at the manicured acrylic fingernails.
"I think we forgot something, Nicky."
"You'd be surprised." Nicky laughed. "The stranger we look, the more the guys like it. Why do you think Marla is such a hit?"
"Nicky, I've been in a gay strip club before. I've never seen any of the guys on stage wearing makeup, and certainly not nail polish."
"You've never been in this gay club before, believe me. I've seen some things go on here that would curl your hair."
"Yeah, I'm not sure I want to know. Just tell me these…" Seth held Nicky's painted nails up to him, "aren't going to get you in trouble out there."
"Are you kidding?" Stell said as he stepped over and looked down at Nicky's fingernails. "Nicky will probably get more tips than any of us tonight. Those guys out there love this type of stuff. Which reminds me, Nicky, we need to do your eyes."
Eyes? Curiosity eating away at him, Seth followed Stell and Nicky over to one of the individual vanities and watched as eyeliner and just a hint of eye shadow was applied to Nicky's face. Stell even sprinkled a little glitter on Nicky's face.
"Well?" Nicky asked as he turned toward Seth and struck a pose, one hand on a thrust-out hip, the other resting next to his nipple.
Seth swallowed hard at the sight of the sexy man before him. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen anything so hot. He was doubly sure he didn't want anyone else seeing it. "Tell me again why we're doing this?"
CHAPTER 17
Nicky rubbed his hands on the towel hanging outside the curtains leading to the stage. It was there for dancers to wipe their hands on when they began to sweat. Nicky's were sweating up a storm, which made sense since his stomach was in so much turmoil.
He hadn't been on stage since the night Morales killed Juan. He never thought he'd have to dance again. He had hoped he'd never have to dance again. Nicky kind of thought the change in his life would mean a change in his career.
Funny how things worked out. Here he was once again waiting to go out on stage and dance for a bunch of horny men, and a few women, in a bar owned by the man trying to kill him. Only this time, he was doing it of his own free will.
If that wasn't irony, Nicky didn't know what was. "Are you going to be okay, babe?"
Nicky glanced over his shoulder when he felt Seth
press against his back. "Yeah, I'll be fine."
"You don't have to do this, you know." "Yes, I do. We need a distraction and I'm the
biggest one we have. Morales will lose his mind when he sees me out on stage."
"That’s what I'm afraid of."
"I'll be in a room full of people, Seth. Morales won't
make a move until I come off stage, so that’s exactly how long you, Ricky, and Junebug have to rescue Elliot. I should be on stage for two songs, no longer."
"I'll be out in the crowd, babe."
"What?" Nicky turned around to stare up at Seth in shock. "No, you can't."
"Nicky," Seth said as he cupped the side of Nicky's face, "I can't let you go out there by yourself, even for Elliot. Ricky and your friends are going to go after Elliot. I'm going to go out the backdoor and come in the front, just like every other horny guy wanting to watch you dance."
Nicky felt his face flush as he imagined Seth watching him dance. "Seth, I'm not sure I can dance with you out there. The things that happen…" Nicky shook his head. "I don't know if I want you to see that."
"Nicky, nothing I see out there can be any worse than the things I've imagined, believe me." Seth's free hand reached down to tug on the elastic waist of Nicky's thong. "Besides, I'll just be a
"I only have eyes for you, babe, I promise. I was just trying to make Ricky feel better, that’s all."
Nicky's eyes narrowed for a moment and Seth wondered if the man believed, him but then Nicky finally smiled. "Just you remember that." Nicky tapped Seth's nose as he spoke and the red color of his nails caught Seth's attention. He grabbed Nicky's hand and looked down at the manicured acrylic fingernails.
"I think we forgot something, Nicky."
"You'd be surprised." Nicky laughed. "The stranger we look, the more the guys like it. Why do you think Marla is such a hit?"
"Nicky, I've been in a gay strip club before. I've never seen any of the guys on stage wearing makeup, and certainly not nail polish."
"You've never been in this gay club before, believe me. I've seen some things go on here that would curl your hair."
"Yeah, I'm not sure I want to know. Just tell me these…" Seth held Nicky's painted nails up to him, "aren't going to get you in trouble out there."
"Are you kidding?" Stell said as he stepped over and looked down at Nicky's fingernails. "Nicky will probably get more tips than any of us tonight. Those guys out there love this type of stuff. Which reminds me, Nicky, we need to do your eyes."
Eyes? Curiosity eating away at him, Seth followed Stell and Nicky over to one of the individual vanities and watched as eyeliner and just a hint of eye shadow was applied to Nicky's face. Stell even sprinkled a little glitter on Nicky's face.
"Well?" Nicky asked as he turned toward Seth and struck a pose, one hand on a thrust-out hip, the other resting next to his nipple.
Seth swallowed hard at the sight of the sexy man before him. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen anything so hot. He was doubly sure he didn't want anyone else seeing it. "Tell me again why we're doing this?"
CHAPTER 17
Nicky rubbed his hands on the towel hanging outside the curtains leading to the stage. It was there for dancers to wipe their hands on when they began to sweat. Nicky's were sweating up a storm, which made sense since his stomach was in so much turmoil.
He hadn't been on stage since the night Morales killed Juan. He never thought he'd have to dance again. He had hoped he'd never have to dance again. Nicky kind of thought the change in his life would mean a change in his career.
Funny how things worked out. Here he was once again waiting to go out on stage and dance for a bunch of horny men, and a few women, in a bar owned by the man trying to kill him. Only this time, he was doing it of his own free will.
If that wasn't irony, Nicky didn't know what was. "Are you going to be okay, babe?"
Nicky glanced over his shoulder when he felt Seth
press against his back. "Yeah, I'll be fine."
"You don't have to do this, you know." "Yes, I do. We need a distraction and I'm the
biggest one we have. Morales will lose his mind when he sees me out on stage."
"That’s what I'm afraid of."
"I'll be in a room full of people, Seth. Morales won't
make a move until I come off stage, so that’s exactly how long you, Ricky, and Junebug have to rescue Elliot. I should be on stage for two songs, no longer."
"I'll be out in the crowd, babe."
"What?" Nicky turned around to stare up at Seth in shock. "No, you can't."
"Nicky," Seth said as he cupped the side of Nicky's face, "I can't let you go out there by yourself, even for Elliot. Ricky and your friends are going to go after Elliot. I'm going to go out the backdoor and come in the front, just like every other horny guy wanting to watch you dance."
Nicky felt his face flush as he imagined Seth watching him dance. "Seth, I'm not sure I can dance with you out there. The things that happen…" Nicky shook his head. "I don't know if I want you to see that."
"Nicky, nothing I see out there can be any worse than the things I've imagined, believe me." Seth's free hand reached down to tug on the elastic waist of Nicky's thong. "Besides, I'll just be a
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