Free Getting Even by Kayla Perrin Page A

her breasts exposed, the dress gone, and only a black piece of leather covering her crotch.
    Her eyes light up with recognition as our eyes connect. I give a small wave.
    She heads off toward the front of the stage, her hips moving in an exaggerated sexual movement. She grabs the pole and twists around it, then bends onto her haunches, giving the men a view of the contrast of pale ass against black leather. When she goes onto all fours, I turn away again and pretend to be absorbed in a search for something that’s inside my purse.
    I know Samera’s routine is over when I hear the round of applause. Now I look back to the stage. Except for the boots, Samera is completely naked. She winks at me as she exits.
    How does she do it? Strut naked like that in front of strangers? I don’t get it.
    A few minutes later, Samera comes running out from the back area of the club and straight for me. I stand, and she throws herself at me, hugging me hard.
    “Annie, what are you doing here?”
    I’m not sure what to say. “We said we’d get together for lunch, remember?”
    “And you want to do that here?”
    As Samera and I pull apart, I take in what she’s wearing. A white cutoff T-shirt that shows the bottom of her breasts. Instead of a skirt, she’s wearing skintight leather pants and those spiked plastic-looking shoes I call hooker heels.
    “Well…sure,” I tell her. “Why not?”
    Samera eyes me with suspicion. “You’ve either lost your mind or you’ve found your wild side. And why are you wearing a scarf on your head?”
    “Oh, this. I…” I can’t think of a decent thing to say, and pull the scarf off my head.
    She takes my hand. “Come on. Let’s sit down.”
    “Are you finished?” I ask her as we sit at the table I’d occupied a moment earlier.
    “God, no. I’ve got four more sets to do. But I have around half an hour to spare. Now tell me, what’s up? Because I know something must be up for you to be here right now.”
    I blow out a hard breath. “You’re right.”
    “Charles?” she guesses, scowling as she does.
    I’m not going to lie. “Yeah.”
    “What’s the jerk done this time?”
    “It’s what he hasn’t done. We’re still not having sex.” It’s strange that I don’t mind sharing this intimate detail with Samera when we’re not very close.
    Like I said, I’m desperate.
    “What do you mean you’re not having sex?” Samera asks in disbelief. “Didn’t you buy all sorts of toys and stuff to use with him last week?”
    “Not all sorts, but I did buy an outfit. Something I thought would turn him on, and it didn’t. This really trampy French maid’s out—”
    “He’s fucking someone else. You know that now, don’t you?”
    “No,” I say adamantly. “I don’t know that. What I know is that my husband is very busy, and somewhere along the way we’ve lost our connection. He’s so busy, he’s forgotten about sex. But it’s not a reason to walk away from my marriage, even if right now it feels like we’ll never make love again. I just need…help.”
    “What do you want me to do?”
    What indeed? “I don’t know.”
    “I’m sure you have something in mind. Or you wouldn’t be here. You could have called me, asked for directions to more shops.”
    “Okay. I’m desperate. I guess I thought I’d come here and watch…and pick up some pointers.” My admission surprises me as much as Samera. “And if you have any tips on how to turn things around with Charles and save my marriage, I’m all ears.”
    “I don’t know what kind of tips I can give you. From everything I know, you get naked for a guy and he can’t help but get hard for you.”
    “I think that works in a relationship when it’s new, fresh. But Charles and I have been married for years. I guess…” It pains me to even think what I’m about to say, because I never thought it would happen to us. “I guess things have gotten stale.”
    “Which is exactly why I don’t believe in marriage. Nor