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needed another beer because right then she felt really, really ridiculous, but turned on at the same time. What kind of self-respecting woman danced for money and got horny doing it? Was it too late to withdraw? Too late to scamper off, stage right, unnoticed, with her dignity still intact? Those thoughts evaporated when she found herself stage center, peeling off Jivin’ Jay’s roaming hands with her left hand and accepting the five hundred cash with her right.
    “Thanks, really. This is great,” she said, backing away from him.
    “My pleasure, sweetheart,” he said, patting her ass before disappearing into the darkness that used to be a backdrop of flashing lights and speakers. Feeling possibly more asinine than she had all night, Madison stood alone, stage center.
    Alone, except for Jackson and Hamilton, who stared up at her from the bills in her hand. And what was the fellas’ game plan? Get a drink, find Tia and take off Madison’s suit.
    Typical men. Even dead and flattened onto paper, they were all about the same things.
    Madison agreed on all counts—even taking the suit off. The fellas would have to deal with the fact that she was going to get dressed into normal, acceptable clothing—just not in that order.
    Regrettably, it wasn’t until Madison got halfway down the stage right stairs that she figured out she had some trouble on her hands.
    Specifically, trouble in two forms.
     
    Trouble that wanted to snatch her money.
    Trouble that wanted to snatch away what little fabric was covering her body.
     
    All traces of drunkenness slithered to the ground, leaving Madison in frozen sobriety midway down the stairs. Eight feet below, a fat, sweaty guy hollered, “Come on, honey pie. Come to Chuck, I got what you need—a big cock for that sweet ass.”
    He seemed to mistake her expression of terrified disgust for overjoyed enthusiasm because he started up the stairs, his meaty palms getting closer by the second.
    A quick check to the left confirmed that the money-hungry members of the crowd were climbing onto the steps behind her, eyeballing her wad of cash.
    To keep her newfound best friends safe from would–be kidnappers, Madison curved away from the faceless mob and lifted her arms high above her head. Too bad that made Mr. Fat ‘n’ Sweaty whistle and reach out, calling, “Come on, baby, shake those tits.”
    Why was it that whenever she and Tia climbed up on the speakers at the edge of the club dance floor the meathead bouncers appeared out of nowhere, but now that she really needed them, they were nowhere in sight?
    Madison gave up all efforts to remain calm and shrieked until she ran out of breath. “Tia! Tia ! Tiaaaaa !”
    Tia didn’t appear. But Jet Black Hair Guy did. Like an angel who had forgotten his shining golden halo, feathery wings, white robe and gentle personality, he swooped onto the steps, grabbed Madison, tossed her over his shoulder, and carried her safely through the trouble.
    Once they reached the edge of the dance floor, he set her down. “You okay?” he shouted over the music.
    Still clutching her prize money, Madison looked down to make sure her most intimate body parts were still covered and, wordless for once, nodded.
    “Where’s your friend? You want me to help you find her?”
    A guy who understood women? Gay? After all the howling? Not likely. What then? “You have sisters?”
    Jet Black Hair Guy flashed her a smile, which up close was almost overwhelmingly bright. “Five.”
    “Seriously?”
    He nodded as he scanned the crowd. “What’s your friend’s name?”
    “Tia.”
    He wrapped his arm around her, caressing her waist with his warm fingers. Dragons, demons and skulls pressed against her bare skin. “Come on, let’s go find her.”
    Madison moved against him, loving the way her skin looked so pale against his ferocious sleeves. Before they took three steps, Tia burst through the crowd. “You okay?” she asked, then turned a quizzical glance at Jet Black