Guardians of Freecaster High #2
While most senior girls only have to worry about graduation and prom, Lexi Young has her hands full with helping her mom plan a wedding, mourning the loss of a close friend, fighting to hold onto the boy who returned...
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I don't know what I was expecting when Cassie asked me to attend a pole dancing workout class with her, but it definitely wasn't this.
My already hesitant feet shuffle through the front entrance of Sashay's Gentlemens Club while my hand stays ready on the door handle. If even one thing seems shady about this place, I'm gone. I've never been much of a runner but if it comes to it, I will dash away from this place like a crazed killer in a ridiculous mask is hot on my heels.
Surprisingly though, what I find inside looks no different than an upscale restaurant where they charge an arm and a leg for a plate of food you can eat in one bite. Well, except for the stage against the center back wall and the pole standing in the middle of it. There's also two smaller stages to both the left and right sides of the room with poles of their own.
"Hello," greets a pretty blonde in a sophisticated yet way too short black cocktail dress. "Are you here for the class?"
I wet my lips and reluctantly let go of the door I'm still holding. "Um, yeah. The workout class, right?"
She nods. "That's correct. It's in the back though." She points to a hallway with directional signs for the bathroom hanging above. "Just head that way, pass the bathrooms, and through the employee-only door. Most everyone else is already warming up."
"Okay, thanks."
The blonde gives me a warm smile before walking behind the bar and for the millionth time today, I really wish Cassie and I had ridden here together.
I had offered last night when texting her for the address but she insisted she was covered. I should've told her it was more for my benefit than her's. Maybe she would've changed her mind then.
But it is what it is and I'm here now. So, with my head held high and my hands shaking, I follow the directions the blonde gave me and head for the back. As I pass the bathrooms, murmurs of people talking begin to drift my way. I push on the employee-only door and nearly die of relief.
The back area looks like a smaller version of the stages in the front. One main one and two smaller side stages. The big difference though is the empty floor around them. There's no seats or tables where horny old dudes can gawk at the girls dancing, despite the fact no one's dancing right now and I wouldn't call most of the people in here girls.
The open floor is littered with half a dozen middle-aged women in loose workout clothes and their bags overflowing with towels and water bottles. The only other ones that don't fit that profile are me, a younger guy with blue hair, and Cassie, who's currently stretching against a back wall.
"Cass," I softly call as I cross the room, stepping between the chatty Cathy's staring at me.
What, never seen a teen girl in a strip club before?
Cassie doesn't hear me though as she extends one leg toward the ceiling and does some kind of split against the wall.
I almost pause in shock at her insane flexibility when I notice earbuds in her ears.
