Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
No one regretted it more than Finn.
This Nick dude was the only one who knew he was undercover, but even annoyed at Finn’s tardiness, he was sticking with the story. The rest of the dancers only thought “Danny O’Neill” was short on cash and wanted to fill in for the injured Pecker as a side hustle. The couple of times Finn practiced with the group to learn the choreography for the opening and closing acts of the show, Nick had done a good job of not blowing his cover.
He followed Nick down a short hallway and into a huge dressing room full of lockers, couches and a few vanities with mirrors surrounded by lightbulbs. Colorful feathered boas were flung all over the room, as well as discarded platform heels, fancy bras and thongs. He wondered if the dressing room normally looked like a disaster area or if the women who danced the previous night had left in a rush.
“Hurry up and get ready, then change into your first outfit. The show starts in twenty. Make sure you’re prepped and know your routines. Just follow Tyson’s lead if you forget any of the moves.”
Twenty minutes was more than enough time for him to change. Though, he should’ve gotten here earlier so he could snoop around. He’d have to do that before or after his solo stage act. And maybe even after the show.
He gave Tyson, a huge blonde dude with washboard abs and thick muscular thighs, a chin lift.
His head jerked back when a woman appeared out of nowhere to stand in front of him. “Strip down so I can oil you up.”
When he stared at her, her words not quite penetrating his brain, she lifted a bottle of baby oil. “I don’t use a lot, just enough to give your skin a gleam and it’ll emphasize how cut your muscles are. The women are going to go bonkers over you.”
He reached for the bottle but she shook her head and pulled it out of his reach. “No, I do it for the guys so it’s applied evenly.” She gave him a friendly smile. “By the way, I’m Nick’s assistant, Abby. We need to let this soak in a bit before you put on the first costume. Just throw your stuff anywhere, or grab an empty locker.”
He glanced around the large, open dressing room and silently greeted the rest of the dancers in various stages of undress. Including him, there were eight dancers in all.
“Where can I get undressed?”
She blinked, then blinked again. “Right here.” Her brow furrowed. “You aren’t shy, are you? Because that might be an issue since you’re going to be stripping down in front of a crowd of a hundred most-likely intoxicated women.”
He was far from fucking shy, but still…
“C’mon, strip down, we’re running out of time,” she urged.
He should walk right the fuck out of there, but with a sigh, he found a locker without a padlock and dropped his bag on the ground next to it. Facing the locker, he unlaced his boots, then toed them off before stripping down to his underwear. He placed each item of clothes in the locker as he went.
When he finally turned, Abby was right there, waiting. She ran her gaze over him with one cocked eyebrow but then stopped on his boxer briefs. “All the way, I have to oil everything but your main asset.”
“That would be hard to do since my main asset is my brain.”
“Mmm hmm,” she murmured through lips pressed together. “Not to those ladies filling those seats out there.” She pointed to Finn’s bulge. “That’s your main selling point. The bigger, the better. Then the rest,” she waved her hand in front of him from head to toe, “is the freckled icing on your carrot cake. So tick tock, Danny, otherwise Nick will be pissed if the show starts late.”
With a grumble, Finn turned away from her and slipped out of his boxer briefs, tossing them into the locker.
As he reached into his bag to grab a pair of underwear he’d bought for tonight, Abby said, “No, use those or a pair like those for your individual or the closing dance. You need to wear a white jock strap for the opening routine. Everyone’s going to be wearing similar construction crew outfits and strip all the way down to your jocks.”
Nice. “I didn’t bring a jock strap.”
“Not a problem. I’ll grab you one once I get you oiled down.”
Great. He curled a hand over his very soft package and began to turn around.
“Stay facing the locker, I’ll do your back first.”
He mentally sighed.
“Arms down.”
He sighed again, this time out loud, but dropped his arms as she began rubbing baby oil all over them. She then moved to his neck, smeared it over his shoulders and down his back.