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    “You all right there, Nathan?” one of the other neighbors asked. She was the one throwing the party for Joshua and Brandon. He couldn’t remember her name. Sheila, Shelby… oh, yeah, Sharon. That was it.
    “I’m fine. I was just wondering who that is over there by the arbor,” Nathan said, trying to discretely point in that direction.
    “Oh, looky looky. I do believe that’s our entertainment for the evening. If you will excuse me,” she said, leaving him and making her way over to his dream man, who was a little less dreamy now that Nathan knew people had paid to see him naked.
    Nathan had never seen a stripper. He watched Sharon talking with the stripper, and she directed him to the open area they were using as a stage in front of the bar. She dragged one of the chairs to the middle of the floor and then headed back to the stereo that was set up next to the bar. Nathan took a moment to examine the emotions playing across the man’s face as he stood just off the dance floor. He looked like he could bail at any moment. Nathan was surprised when he lowered his head and then looked up, determination in his eyes and his jaw set, like he was going to do this come hell or high water. Nathan was not usually very good at reading people’s emotions, but that guy’s were written all over his face. The music started up at the same time he saw Josh pull Brandon onto the floor and sit him in the chair.
    People started to whistle and catcall as soon as the stripper made his way toward Brandon to the beat of the music. Nathan was worried for a second he was actually going to drool this time as the stripper raised his shirt slowly, moving his hips, teasing Brandon and then lowering the shirt. Oh good lord. Nathan prayed for the strength not to get a boner.
    When the stripper finally pulled his shirt off over his head, Nathan was a goner. This man was physically blessed. Nathan had never even seen a body that looked that good outside of a magazine. Apparently Josh had second thoughts about how fun this would be when Brandon reached out to stick a bill in the top of the guy’s low-hanging pants.
    “Okay, baby,” Josh said, pulling Brandon out of the chair. “Let’s let someone else get in on the fun.” Brandon looked like he was going to pout.
    Nathan felt someone pulling on his arm, and suddenly he was pushed into the chair.
    He pushed his glasses back up his nose and stared at the beautiful man unbuttoning the fly of his jeans one button at a time. As the music pumped, so did his body. Nathan couldn’t see anyone at the party anymore. It was like tunnel vision. The stripper was all Nathan could see and everything around him was blurry, like they were alone as he circled Nathan. He moved to the other guests, getting more money shoved at him. Sharon even licked his chest as he went by, but he never broke eye contact with Nathan, like Nathan was his prey. The music slowed, making Nathan shiver as he drank in the sight of the stripper making his way back to the chair.
    Suddenly he leaned down and literally ripped his jeans right off like they weren’t even sewn together, leaving him in only a pair of zebra-striped boxer briefs. When the stripper got back to the chair, the tempo started to pick up again. His eyes locked on Nathan’s. He seemed a bit indecisive and missed a beat, then slowly straddled Nathan’s leg, continuing to move to the music.
    Everything seemed to be in slow motion as Nathan looked up past his hips to lean, sculpted abs and chest, and met a pair of smoldering brown eyes. As the stripper continued to grind on Nathan, the tempo of the music changed. Nathan had never been this close to a half-naked man, nor had he ever had a man gyrate on him. As the rhythm built, so did Nathan’s breathing, right along with the tension in their gaze.
    This suddenly felt very real to Nathan, like real real. His inhibitions stripped away, and motivated by alcohol and lust, he leaned up and pressed his mouth