Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
After the meal, we were all taken together in a stretch SUV limo to see Blue Man Group. We had great seats and the show was unique. Comedic elements, great music. I’d seen them on late night talk shows before and wasn’t sure what to make of them, but I enjoyed the show a lot. My mind was never too far from my troubles, but I think I was handling myself okay outwardly.
When it was all over, Tommy was about to hail us a cab but Ben and another of the men, a good-looking guy in probably his early to mid-30s, John, I couldn’t recall if his wife’s name was Kathy or maybe Katie, I think, but her husband John just kept referring to her as Cupcake so I was thinking of her as Katie Cupcake.
They reminded me a little of Posh Spice and David Beckham. She showed me pictures of their cute kids, six of them, toddlers to tweens, and did a lot of fashion name-dropping in conversation. John nudged him and tried to talk him into attending the club.
As John spoke to him, Tommy looked at me quizzically for a beat and then changed his mind and the next thing I knew we were back in the SUV limo and headed with them: Ben and Olive, John and his wife Katie Cupcake (or whatever), and Leo and Heather. The other couples that had been at dinner and the show had made their way back to their hotels or homes.
I was a little queasy at the idea of attending a strip joint and was very surprised that Katie Cupcake wasn’t being ushered back to her hotel instead of being here with us, but I tried to not let my anxiety show. Tommy was rubbing his thumb across my knuckle rhythmically, maybe reassuringly.
In the limo, the energy started to shift and suddenly Katie Cupcake took her wavy blonde hair down from her updo and licked her lips and then leaned into John and whispered something that was obviously very seductive. A look passed between them that made me feel like a voyeur. It was actually arousing to see them look at one another that way. Tommy leaned into me and whispered into my ear, “You good?”
I nodded.
He let go of my hand, kissed my earlobe, put his arm around me, and then his fingertips skated down my shoulder.
I noticed Olive’s eyes on us. I smiled at her and trained my eyes on the window, watching the lights of Sin City pass by.
The club was dim with strobe lights and had a lot of thrumming bass that I felt in my chest. It looked pretty standard as far as I knew from what I knew about strip joints, which was limited to what I’d seen on TV and in the movies, but it was smoky and packed. We were ushered by a giant of a doorman dressed in a suit through the crowd, past the stage that was littered with poles and cages that all had scantily dressed females on, in, or attached, and down a back hallway and into a theater-like small arena with a stage that had a big screen on the back and heavy black curtains on either side.
Tables filled the floor via several levels pointed at the stage area. The theater was full, except for several small tables, in the center floor area that had been saved with small, ‘reserved’ tabletop signs. Tommy and me, John and Katie Cupcake sat at one table. Olive and Ben sat with Leo and Heather at the adjacent table.
Drinks were brought. Katie Cupcake and I were drinking cosmos, Olive had a Chardonnay, and the guys plus Heather ordered beers. Tommy and John were discussing something about construction, I didn’t really pay attention, they seemed like good friends, very comfortable with one another. I was feeling very uncomfortable about being there. Then again, I’d been feeling uncomfortable in my own skin since we’ve been in Vegas.
The lights went down and then a beautiful sparkle-covered longhaired redheaded woman dressed in a top hat and glittery bodysuit tuxedo, announced it was the end of an intermission. Then there was a couple on the stage dancing this awesomely choreographed number that was a tribute to Dirty Dancing, the big number “Time of my Life.” But then things got odd, because it became glaringly obvious that she, the Baby in the act was actually a she-male and the Patrick Swayze stand-in went down onto his knees and pulled a penis out from under the dress and gave a blowjob. The Patrick Swayze got his pants undone and had no penis and ‘she’ was finger fucking him. So, the Patrick Swayze/ Johnny Castle character had a vagina and the Baby character had a penis., but also with real boobs.