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“I’m not paying you to flirt!” Jake’s voice boomed across the room.

Rand sighed. “—Starts losing his marbles. Sorry, guys. Let me get this stuff cleared off, then I’ll bring you something to drink.”

“You know, I think he really is paying you to flirt, so that argument doesn’t make sense.” Hannah glanced over at Jake and shrugged. “Isn’t he?”

Rand finally lost the fight and blushed again, but he gave her a conspiratorial nod and smiled. “What can I bring you?”

After taking our drink orders, Rand started gathering up the trash. He was clearly trying to put on his normal show for the restless customers who were getting bored with ourfairlynormal conversation. But something was making it difficult.

Flirting with strangers was easy, getting sexy in front of people you were actually getting to know was hard. Luckily, he was with the perfect bunch to get him over the sexy-in-front-of-your-new-friends hump.

Eli just shook his head. “Oh no, honey, I can do better than that.”

He scooted out of the booth and got his game face on, if squirming, flirting, almost-hookers played any kind of sport. Giving several guys at the next table a simpering look while stretching out his ass and leaning over, Eli was perfect.

Well,the perfect exhibitionist slut.

Rand blushed but stared as Eli gave his impromptu show. Knowing Eli, he was silently cursing the fact that he wasn’t more naked. I’d watched his photo shoots and had been on the receiving end of his mostly naked flirting too many times to be bothered by getting turned on.

That was just part of being around Eli.

His ass arched up, the heels he was wearing making his legs look even longer, and flashed the panties through the strategic holes. Then he started slowly picking up the bottles and straightened to turn and give Rand a flirty smile, then set the trash on his tray. When he leaned over again, some old guy who had to be close to that “sex will give him a heart attack range” called out, “Well, hell, he’s got women’s drawers on.”

A low chuckle went through the room, and Eli just leaned one elbow against the table and turned to give the old guy a grin while wiggling his ass. “But don’t they look so much better on me, honey?”

The obviously dirty old man just nodded enthusiastically, and Eli turned back to pick up another bottle. Straightening up slowly, making sure to drag his cock along the table and give the crowd a moan, he turned and set the bottle down again. “That is how a naughty slut picks up trash.”

Giving Rand a wink, Eli sat down in the booth again, stretching out, clearly very pleased with himself. Rand, taking up the challenge, set his tray on a nearby table. He blew the guys sitting there a kiss and arched his ass up as he stretched out. Rand gave everyone quite a show, and by the time the table was cleared, Eli was hollering dirty encouragements, and most of the customers were adjusting their cocks through their jeans.

Poor Rand still had his cage on, though, and his growing frustration was clear in his blown pupils and little moans. Rand told us in a breathy voice that he’d have our drinks over in a minute, but none of us were buying it. He was too turned on. His hands were shaking as he picked his tray up and walked over to the bar where he went right up to his master and threw himself into the Dom’s arms.

A wiggly, needy Rand was promptly carried off, which from what some of the other guys said was for the second time that night. Hopefully, he’d get out of that cage or get to orgasm soon. And realizing how logically I was thinking about his sex life made me see how odd my world had become.

I still thought it was still the best bar ever. At least, until I looked over and remembered Houston sitting at the counter, his heated intent gaze focused right on me.

Shit.