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“Wait for the girl to show interest. When she does, move fast to seal the deal. If that means dragging her to the alley and doing it there, so be it.”

I think we were a little stunned that she would so graphically describe her counterparts here in New York. But still, I figured it was useful information.

“It looks like there’s an alley up ahead. Should I get the driver to drop us off?” I suggested.

Kevin and Paul’s eyes got big as Jackie gave me the once-over.

“Honey, for you, I would break all the rules. If you’re serious …” Jackie said and left the rest unsaid.

“We probably shouldn’t be late for dinner,” I deflected.

“Or you could just be David. I swear women just throw themselves at him,” Kevin complained.

“Better yet, hang out with him and pick up his castoffs,” Paul suggested.

I’d heard this once too many times. The funny part was, I’d never actually seen that strategy work. Then the reality set in. Both Kevin and Paul were dating women I’d dated before. Maybe it was a delayed-reaction sort of thing.

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Chapter 13 – House of Yes Friday March 31

After a nice dinner where Mrs. Lacier and Jill got better acquainted with Adrienne and Tyler, we jumped into taxis and went to a place called ‘House of Yes.’ When we got out of the cabs, Adrienne had us gather around.

“Friday nights, they require everyone to wear costumes,” she said and pointed to a truck parked next to the entrance. “They have clothes ready to rock the dance floor. My treat.”

When I came out, I chuckled when I saw the sequined hot pants the girls were wearing. I had on a ’70s-inspired disco look, complete with tight-legged bell-bottom pants and a silk shirt with balloons on it.

When we walked in, I made one quick scan and turned to Tyler.

“Are you sure it’s appropriate for them to be here?” I asked, referring to the Laciers.

The guy at the door had to know I was underage because he recognized me. With Adrienne in our group, he didn’t look twice at Jill. Frankly, even if Jill had shown up on her own, I still couldn’t see him stopping her because she looked to be in her twenties.

I was concerned because this wasn’t a typical club. It was more what I would imagine Studio 54 had been like back in the day, from what I’d read. They had cage dancers and scantily clad men and women on stage, which screamed that we’d walked into the NC-17 version of a New York club.

“Adrienne likes to see how new models handle this place. If they’re going to be a problem, we figure it out quickly. Plus, Mrs. Lacier needs to realize that some photo shoots Jill might go on will have adult themes,” Tyler explained.

I had to chuckle because my mom had given Ashley and Scarlet instructions for me not to go to clubs or casinos. I suspected this would be her worst-nightmare scenario, so I snapped a few pics and posted them on my social media. Yep, I was a ‘stupid boy’ just looking for trouble.

It wasn’t only the performers who wore next to nothing. I swear one girl was wearing nothing but Christmas lights. Others had on everything from drag queen costumes to leather BDSM gear to what I would expect to see at a circus.

By ‘circus,’ I mean they had actual stilt walkers dancing with the crowd. As much as I might try to explain it, I’m not sure I could do the place justice. I would suggest if anyone was looking to get their mind blown and asked where they could do that, this was the place. You couldn’t adequately describe it, though; they needed to experience it.

We were greeted by a bunch of models who’d responded to Adrienne’s call, and they embraced the location. They must’ve believed that nothing was too crazy.

Jill bounced up to me before we’d even found a table to call home base.

“Let’s dance.”

I picked my jaw off the floor from gawking at my surroundings and decided to just enjoy whatever was to come.

“Let’s.”

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I loved the soundtrack the DJ was pumping out; it encouraged rowdy behavior. There were a lot of sexy shimmies, hip-wiggling, twerking, and grinding going on. This wasn’t anything close to what I’d experienced back home. The only problem was that I was dancing with my brother’s girlfriend. That stopped me from thoroughly enjoying what was offered. When her hand grazed my junk, I stopped and walked her off the dance floor.

“Young lady,” I chastised.

“If you’re worried about me dating your brother, don’t. He and I aren’t getting back together. If Adrienne likes what she sees tomorrow, I’m planning on doing this full-time. Even if this doesn’t happen, Phil and I are done.”

“I thought you two were working things out,” I said.

“Phil is too much of a good boy. I’m looking for guys with more experience.”

“Jill,” I said, shaking my head. “If I could give you one piece of advice and have you listen, it would be to slow your roll. If I had it all to do over again, I would have waited.”

“First of all, I call bullshit. You’re a guy. Second, I have waited,” she said, surprising me.

“It’s my turn to call bullshit,” I shot back.