Miss Piggy (1)

Chloe POV

“You’re opening that bottle like it shit in your purse,” Cindy smiled coyly at me from across the bar.

“Shut up,” I growled.

“Whoa, honey,” Cindy laughed, throwing his head back so the neon lights threw an array of colors off his glittering eyes and lips. “You are a little pissy today. Who did it? Was it Big Boy Boyd?”

He turned to stare at Boyd who was entertaining some of our early guests. Boyd was on a pole on the corner stage erotically dancing to I Need a Big Boy, only he had the girls shouting “big Boyd” instead of “big boy” in the lyrics.

He’s still mostly dressed, wearing ripped faded jeans and a wife beater, but the way he is working the stage, humping the shit out of it and thrusting his hips everywhere as the women went nuts. There was money flying at him, lying all around the stage and even tucked into the waistband of his boxers showing above his jeans.

“Why would I be pissed at Boyd?”

Cindy shrugged. “It seems to be the theme of the night. He and Kai got into i