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and fifty-two minutes."
    My mouth fell open.
    "Please, baby?"
    "But I've never stripped before, and besides, I stink at dancing."
    He grinned widely. "I'll teach you. Meat's Express Course. You'll be a hit."
    I gawked at him. "You know Baby in the movie Dirty Dancing had a whole week to learn a dance routine. You're only giving me five hours!"
    His dimple popped out. "This is slutty dancing, not professional. Anyone can do it. Besides, if you're a good girl and dance well, I'll take you to bed afterward."
    I did the guppy thing with my mouth opening and shutting with no sound emerging. "But…"
    "Isn't that what Baby's reward was in that movie?"
    I groaned, lowering my head in defeat. "It had better be your best performance ever."
    He chuckled. "I haven't gotten any complaints thus far." Grabbing my hand, he tugged me out of the kitchen and into the living room. "Come on. Lessons start now."
    Why me?
     
    * * * *
     
    Five hours and thirty minutes later we stood at his club for men's night.
    "What am I going to wear?" I glanced down at my jeans and tennis shoes. Not what customers probably wanted to see.
    He grinned wickedly. "Well, there is that pink tutu that you so smartly found on your first visit to my dressing room."
    I propped my hands on my hips, immediately defensive. "Oh, I don't think so, buster. I'm not going out there as a ballerina."
    He opened the door to his dressing room, nudging me in. "No worries. We'll find something. If not in my closet, then the other closets will have ladies' apparel. After all, the women dance once a week."
    "Ewwwwwww. I'm not wearing some outfit that other women have worn, especially without panties. I mean, women don't even try on new bathing suits without panties. That's just icky."
    He shook his head. "They're washed in between sets."
    I headed to the wardrobe. "Uh huh. How do you know that for sure?"
    "Well…" He shrugged and shut his mouth.
    I fiddled through the clothes on hangers, eyes widening as I pictured myself in a few of the outfits on stage and in public. It so wasn't happening .
    "Can't you just put me in a nun's habit again?"
    He smiled widely. "As much as I might like that, I think that's a bit too many clothes for this randy group. But that gives me an idea."
    Uh oh. His ideas never boded well for me.
    Sure enough, twenty minutes later, I stood on the wings of the stage, biting my lip nervously. Come to find out, amateur night really was pretty dismal tonight with only a handful of women taking the stage. I drew the last dance. Afterward, they would turn the club over to the professional male dancers and let all the hot to trot women in to see the show.
    "Don't worry. You'll be a hit," Meat whispered against my ear, giving my temple a quick peck.
    I glanced down at my Catholic school girl's outfit and shuddered. Knee length skirt, white starched button-down shirt, complete with tie, knee-high socks, and of course, three inch heels. I shifted weight and nearly toppled over. Meat grabbed me in the nick of time before pulling me back to a standing position.
    I tried to argue that school girls in uniform wear saddle shoes, not high heels. He countered that men didn't want to see saddle shoes on strippers, high heels were mandatory. No matter the stripper might break her neck in them.
    "I don't think I can do this."
    He spun me around to face him, leaning nose to nose. "You can do this, Shyanne. I promise." Looking over my head, he took my hand and dragged me forward. "Just imagine you're doing this for me at my house. We're alone, and you want my undivided attention."
    I snorted. "I would just hit you over the head with one of these neck breaker shoes."
    He laughed, gave me a quick nuzzle and kiss. "You're on."
    Looking around wildly, I sought his gaze. "Where will you be?"
    "On the floor with the other men. I have the scent of the guy I'm looking for. It's just a matter of singling him out."
    I nodded. "You sure he's out there?"
    His head bobbed. "Jack the Ripper-Offer