Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
He’s wearing a hat, so it’s hard to identify him at first, but when he talks, it becomes clear that it’s Chase. Even though his voice booms over the sound system, his screaming fans almost drown him out. “I’ve had complaints about the noise in here. They say you’re all too loud and rowdy, and if you get any louder—” He pauses for effect, his hand coming to rest on his belt, prompting more screams. “If you get any louder, I’m gonna have to put you in handcuffs.”
As he struts around the stage, women stretch their arms out toward him, trying to touch him, but he stays out of reach. “And if you get out of control—” He makes each word sound utterly filthy. “I’m going to have to call for backup.”
The beat of the music picks up as five other men jog out on stage, all of them dressed in lighter blue uniforms, setting off Chase to good effect. They line up behind him, and all six men start to move in coordinated motion, keeping time with the music as they strut around the stage, flex their muscles, and thrust their hips, each special movement setting off waves of near-deafening cheers.
I spot the twins, and then Maddox, along with two other men who are nice looking, but not nearly as magnetically attractive as the Stanton brothers. After more dancing, all five of the backup dancers tear away their shirts and ties in one synchronized swipe, leaving them all shirtless, their well-built torsos on display as they continue to move their bodies in increasingly suggestive ways.
Dancing along with them, Chase is still fully dressed, creating tension for me and probably everyone else in the room as we all wait for him to strip. After another few minutes, a whistle blows several long blasts, and the backup dancers file off the stage the way they came in.
“No one’s getting any quieter,” Chase says in a teasing, scolding tone. “You’re forcing me to take drastic measures.” Rather than ripping off his shirt like the other men had, he walks to the edge of the stage where it extends out into the audience, and starts to take off his tie, undoing the knot and sliding it out from around his collar. He waves it above his head to more wild cheers, and then lets it fly into the crowd, where several women scream as they scramble to catch it.
Next he slowly undoes his buttons, still dancing, keeping all of us riveted to every move he makes. His shirt eventually comes off, revealing a gorgeous chest, some of it tattooed with intricate designs I can’t make out from where I’m sitting.
“Is that one of the guys you had lunch with?” Becca yells into my ear. I nod without taking my eyes away from the stage as Chase gets himself down to black boxers.
“If you all can’t behave,” he says, “I’m going to have to get my baton out … my billy club …” I can’t understand how the crowd manages to get louder and louder, but they do, especially when Chase clutches the bulge between his legs as he says, “Otherwise known as … my long … hard … nightstick.”
At this, he turns away from the crowd and rips off his boxers, giving us all a full view of his gloriously bare backside. His back is beautiful, but it’s his ass that has my full attention. It’s perfectly formed, and so muscular that I can’t help but think about how much strength and stamina he must have … in the bedroom.
I swallow a lump in my throat as he looks over his shoulder, teasing us all, and then he turns, whipping his hat off his head in the same motion, and using it to block a full frontal view. With his package safely concealed by that darn hat, he waves to the crowd and exits to the roar of the audience.
Dodge had said there wasn’t nudity in their show, but this is just the first act, and they’ve come pretty darn close.
And also not close enough.
Maddox comes out next, along with the two men I don’t know. They’re all dressed as firemen, and I can’t help but remember Maddox’s joke about the size of his hose, but when their performance ends in a similarly frustrating tease, I’m no wiser about his actual hose dimensions, though I definitely spend some time speculating.
A cocktail server comes by at some point and I order another drink, while Becca says she’s still good on her first one. The club must sell a lot of refreshments, because surely everyone’s throat gets dry from all of the screaming.
As I sip my refill, we’re treated to a variety of creative performances that essentially act out typical female fantasies. The men come out dressed as doctors, cowboys, construction workers, and army men, with one of the twins — it’s hard to tell them apart at a distance — taking on the role of drill sergeant, putting four other men through their paces with calisthenics that show off their ridiculously ripped bodies.