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... Alright gents get out there and find a seat."

As everyone filed out except Kate, I spoke to Mike," Thanks for the thing about the phones. I hadn't thought about it. We don't need this getting out."

"That wasn't for you and Kate, Dave. If this shit got out I could lose my liquor license. And, uh...I know we are friendly and all, and I don't want to lose you as a customer, but I've had a fuckin' raging boner all night thinking about this bet. So, I'm getting my dick sucked. First, actually, that was the deal I made with the ladies in the bathroom for them involving me. I get first. And I'd figured it would be Kate."

"Why did you think Kate would lose?"

"You know, just, I was surprised you'd make a bet against him, them." To Kate he said, "I'll call you out in just a minute." With that, he turned out.

"Fuck. Is there anything else?" I asked rhetorically as I gathered up Kate's clothes and headed for the door.

Kate cleared her throat.,"Actually..."

I cut her off. "Don't tell me. Let it be a surprise." I said, walking out the door.

The three tables closest to the stage were filled with men. Billy, Chuck and Malik were at the one on the left. Sal, Tom and Jen were center stage and three guys I'd seen around Bucky's before wereat another table. Mike stood on the stage next to a chair. Light reflected off the vinyl seat. I looked up to see the ceiling-mounted small stage spotlight was turned on.

Jen saw me and screeched,"Dave, we have a chair for you ...

... front and center!" I shook my head negatively. I intended to stand in the back but the group had other ideas.

"Dave, get your ass in that chair," Malik said as he, Chuck and Billy stood up. "Don't give me a reason to make you, I might enjoy it too much."

"Yeah, asshole, you don't get to hide back there," said Chuck as he clenched his fists. Seeing no other option, I took a seat in the empty chair next to Jen.

"You guys ready for the show?" Mike called out. Everyone cheered except me. Mike banged on the wall, signaling Kate. "Then let's do this!"

Kate opened the door and, shoulders back, she walked directly towards the stage. I didn't think it possible, but the volume of cheering increased. I'd forgotten about the bottle, but she hadn't and carried it with her. She hesitated before stepping on the stage and turned to look at the audience. She was met with leering, hostile faces enjoying her humiliation, her being brought low. Before Kate could turn and run back to the pool room Mike took her hand and led her to the chair.

Kate sat down primly, her knees together, hands in her lap holding the bottle. The room quieted as Mike left the stage. Our eyes locked and we held each other's gaze. I silently mouthed a command, "Do it!" At the same moment, Jen screamed, "Show us that big pussy, bitch!"

Shocked into action Kate's knees flew apart and the room erupted in cheers and catcalls. An audience of ten sounded to me like the Beatles playing Madison Square Garden. Kate ...