Free Lesson For Lox (Marco's MMA Boys) by S.M. Donaldson Page A

thing for us one day. That we could be pros. Kids could be wearing shirts with our logo on them. We wouldn’t have to be working full-time jobs and training full-time at the gym. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no angel. I have an active social calendar. I’m a red-blooded, twenty-three-year-old American male. Our house is a true bachelor pad. On the dry erase board my mom bought us to put on our fridge for important notes , Huck thought that the important note he should share is what we call our house motto. “Hit it and quit it!” I just normally choose to err on the side of caution more than the two of them. “Marco is just going to be pissed if you get drunk tonight and fight like shit tomorrow.”
    Huck slaps me on the back as we start down the hall of our hotel to the elevators. “I know, man. I’ll keep an eye on him tonight. We just like to give you shit.”
    “So we’re going to Seville Quarter, right?” I ask, looking over at them as I hit the ground floor button. Seville Quarter is an awesome place in the historic part of Pensacola. You enter through an alleyway, then there are seven clubs to choose from. You can do anything from chilling to dancing and karaoke.
    Sly smiles. “Nope, we’re going to Babe’s and Busty’s.”
    I’m confused. “What? Do you mean Dave and Buster’s?” I wasn’t even aware that there was a Dave and Buster’s in Pensacola and I’m not sure why he would want to go there instead.
    “Nope, we’re going to a strip club. One of the guys from Mike’s Gym told me about it.” Huck looks down at the floor, shaking his head at his brother’s words. Mike’s Gym is a local gym. We hang out with their guys when we’re over this way. They do the same when they come to our hometown, Bakersville. We always go over to Gainesville and hit up some of the clubs there. Their trainer isn’t as strict as Marco. But in turn, they aren’t as good as we are either.
    “Fine, but I’m not staying in some shitty strip club all night,” I say to Sly more than anyone else.
    He huffs. “Fine.”
    Twenty minutes later, we are in a shit hole of a strip club. I’m not even sure it’s a legal club. I’m pretty positive there’s more shit going on in here than stripping. I lean over to Huck’s side. “Dude, we don’t need to fucking be in this place,” I say quietly.
    He looks to me. “Yeah, I’m kinda gathering that.”
    Sly shakes his head at us. “Pussies.”
    I point my finger at him. “We’re not pussies, we’re thinking with the damn head on our shoulders. You are going to get our asses locked up.” I lean closer to him. “Man, I just saw a drug deal going down. If the cops come in this place, we’re done before we ever get started.”
    He rolls his damn eyes. “Fine. Give me a half hour of titties and then we’ll go.”
    Huck and I both nod and mumble a “fine.”
    The lights change and a new dancer comes on stage. “Fuck,” I say before I can think better. She’s gorgeous, a fucking hard-ass ten in my book. Teasing us, she works the stage. The entire fucking stage. She owns every man in this room right now.
    It’s like I’m hypnotized by her. I take a twenty out of my wallet, which is really more than I need to be blowing in a titty bar. Holding it up and motioning her closer, she drops in front of me, grinding her ass. I slip the twenty in her string and step back.
    Sly looks like he just met Santa Claus for the first time. Practically drooling, he grins at me, giving me a high five. “That chick is fucking hot, Lox.”
    She seems classy for a place like this.
    Once her song finishes, I see her waiting tables. I make it a point to find her in the crowd. “Hi.”
    She gives me a self-assured smile. “Hey.”
    “You did a terrific job on the stage up there.”
    She leans over, bussing a table as she cleans it. “Thanks.”
    “My name is Lox Storm.”
    “Zanne.” She gives me a small smile.
    “Can I buy you a drink?” I say with a sinner’s grin.
    She