“Whoa. What the what what?” Kenzi lurched backwards, sandwiched between the writhing girl and the banquette.

Lauren was on the verge of hysterics. “Every day’s a new day, Kenzi. You can now check exotic dancer off your bucket list.”

“That was never on my bucket list.”

The table hostess refilled Lauren’s glass with bourbon over ice. “Go with it,” Lauren raised her glass to her and sipped.

Kenzi narrowed her eyes and roundly had them poked by a perfectly symmetrical pair of breasts. Lauren laughed at the stunned expression on her friend’s face, which the dancer seemed to ignore and persisted in her seduction. Kenzi stiffened and gasped when the girl in the mask nuzzled into the curve of her neck. Kenzi opened her eyes to their widest and turned to Lauren. “Really? This?”

“You’re right, this is soooo good,” Lauren popped a fritter into her mouth, smirking.

The dancer moved in tighter and lifted Kenzi’s hands from the back of the banquette and placed them, palms flat on her chest, exaggerating a smile laced with pleasure. Kenzi rubbed and squeezed gently. “Uh,” the girl moaned.

Kenzi moved her hands to the flat of the dancer’s back, surrendering, and like Lauren, fell in with the other beasts and allowed the girl full access to her body, allowing her head to relax against the banquette. The herd closed in. She shrugged, “We’re here. What are ya’ gonna do?”

Lauren nodded and the song ended. The girl took her money and hopped off Kenzi’s lap without elaboration.

“Happy now? I tried your flavor,” Kenzi snorted.

“You’re a good sport, Kenz.”

“You know I’m gonna get you back.”

”Perfect, and when you do remember that I have a preference for…” a buxom gal drifted by the table catching Lauren’s eyes, “…big circus tents.”

“Oh God,” Kenzi groaned. “I gotta go to the little girls room.”

Kenzi was still away when a tall and shapely woman floated beside her, near enough for Lauren’s mouth to fill with the taste of berries. Even with the black mask, Lauren could make out brown eyes alive with laughter, pale smooth cheeks and beneath them, lips of pink on the verge of a pout or a kiss, it didn’t matter which, Lauren just wanted to melt within them. The thick waves of dark hair shone even in the ghostly light, reaching just below her shoulders, a lovely curtain to a slender neck.