“Happy birthday… to you… Happy birthday to… you… Happy birth..day… dear…”
“Christ, woman!! Come completely out of the bathroom… NOW!”
He heard her laugh, and saw a flash of thigh, quickly covered by the material of one of his dress shirts. But there was more to it than that, this time at least. He saw fishnet. Letting his hand fall to his crotch, Sid slid his hand slowly over his cock. This was why he’d begged for her to come to Vegas for his birthday.
“Put on some music for me, Sugar.”
“Sugar, is it,” he hollered, grabbing her phone and placing it in the docking area of the clock. He scrolled through the list of songs she currently had, trying to find something she could use for her show.
“Siiiiiiiiid,” came the whine from inside the bathroom.
“It’s not my fault. Good grief, you have nothing in here that could be used as stripper music!”
“How do you know what stripper music sounds like?!”
“You made me see Magic Mike. No one else was available. I. Had. To. Go. Don’t ever tell me I don’t love you. This is the only thing that I feel would work.”