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beers and a shot, which currently soaked my arms and shirt.
     
    There was some laughter from the crowd, and I was pretty sure I was going to die of embarrassment right there.
     
    “Are you okay?” one of the men at the table asked.
     
    “Sorry about that, guys,” a new voice swept in. “Here’s a pitcher on the house for the trouble.”
     
    I looked up from my position sprawled across the table.
     
    Of course.
     
    It was the hottie bartender.
     
    Because I needed even more humiliation right now.
     
    Our eyes locked.
     
    He winked.
     
    Inspiration overcame me.
     
    “Thanks for the catch, boys,” I said in my best throaty voice. I climbed up onto the table, planting my bare feet right there in the puddles of beer. Then on instinct, I reached down, dipped two of my fingers into their new pitcher, swirled them around, and stood, wrapping my lips around both of those fingers and slowly sliding them out.
     
    The crowd roared.
     
    I did a little shimmy and then glanced at the bartender, who was standing there watching me. He held a tray and on it was a pitcher of water.
     
    I bent, sticking out my butt and thrusting my chest in one of the men’s faces, and gripped the handle of the pitcher. Slowly, I stood back up, held it over my head and looked up into the darkened ceiling letting my hair fall away from my face.
     
    Then I poured the water over me.
     
    It was cold, sloshing over my face, down my neck, and into my shirt. When the pitcher was empty, I tossed it back to the bartender and turned away to the two men flanking my sides.
     
    “Can a girl get a little help here?”
     
    The bigger of the two men gripped me around the waist and picked me up, stepping back to the stage and setting me down. I was still soaking wet, the water dripping down my legs, and my shirt was plastered to my chest.
     
    My nipples were hard because the water was cold, and the air-conditioner brushed over my skin, making them even harder.
     
    Feeling bold, I grabbed them, gently squeezing, then pulling away.
     
    I knew my tank was see-through. I knew every person in this place had a clear view of my goods, and I actually still felt decently covered up.
     
    For fun, I reached for the hem of my shirt, slipping it up so it showed off my navel and the flatness of my belly. Then I yanked it back down and walked away, toward the curtain.
     
    The men were all going crazy, yelling, catcalling, telling me to come back. So I stopped, looked over my shoulder, flipping my saturated hair, and then I quickly undid the fastening of my jean shorts and pulled them down just enough to show the lace top of my panties.
     
    Then I yanked them back up and spun, facing the crowd and shaking my finger like they were all very bad.
     
     I stuck the same finger back in my mouth and pulled it out before turning around and walking behind the curtain, completely out of sight.
     
    Roxie was standing there with a towel. Her eyes were wide. “What was that?”
     
    “I’m not really sure,” I said, my nerves coming back full force. Had I really just created my own private wet T-shirt contest out there?
     
    “Well, honey, whatever it was, they sure liked it.”
     
    I glanced around the corner at the crowd. They were all still whistling and catcalling. Dollar bills crowded the edge of the stage.
     
    “Go get your money,” Roxie said.
     
    I walked back out there, and the whistling got louder. I strutted around while I picked up the cash and then gave the guys at the table I almost knocked over a wink before rushing backstage to my dressing table.
     
    One look in the mirror told me my water stunt ruined my makeup and most of my hair.
     
    And my shirt was definitely see-through.
     
    Using the towel Roxie gave me, I squeezed the water out of my hair and wiped off the worst of my makeup. I brought a little with me, so I pulled it out and reapplied quickly. Then I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and hoped the wet ends would dry quickly.
     
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