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S trip T ease

Kate Davies

Dedication

To Dad.

Thanks for always encouraging me to follow my dreams.

And thanks for being such a fine massage therapist—professional,

dedicated, and capable. You're a true role model. I love you!

Strip Tease

Chapter One

Caroline Richards was trapped in the eighties.

A bad music, big hair, completely tacky version of the eighties.

She sighed and stirred her over-watered drink, wishing she were

anywhere but here. Mollie had a lot to answer for.

Of course, if Mollie knew what she was up to, she’d probably bust a

blood vessel.

But she couldn’t throw a proper bachelorette party without a

stripper, could she?

“Hey, baby.” A raspy voice interrupted her thoughts. She turned to

find a man with Farrah Fawcett hair, a beer belly, a bow tie and what

amounted to a Speedo standing at her table. “You ready for another

screaming orgasm?”

She blinked twice, then looked down at her drink. Oh, yeah. “No,

thanks,” she replied. Why try another? It hadn’t lived up to its name the

first time around. More like a whimper.

He shrugged and headed back to the bar, leaving her alone again.

For a Friday night, the place was pretty dead. A group of five women

whooped it up a few tables over, passing around some physically

impossible sex toys and ignoring the man gyrating on stage only a few

feet away.

Caroline didn’t blame them. It was painfully obvious the guy was

lacking in the toy department himself, and his dancing—to use the term

loosely—reminded her of a toddler learning the Macarena. The music

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