dressed in uniform stood waiting for her. Aunt Beatrice Lulu sat on the couch, a silly smirk on her face.
Oh crap, that wasn’t Sam Vansworth. This was another set up, another man for her to meet. She should have known when her aunt told her to change her blouse. Where in the world did her aunt find him? Callie no more looked at her aunt for explanation when music blared. The man stepped forward, swayed his hip to one side and swung the other hip out seductively, thrusting his pelvis toward her. She backed up and fell into a chair. He continued grinding his hips almost in her face, keeping time with the music.
“Oh dear.” Aunt Beatrice Lulu’s mouth dropped open. She gasped and fell back on the couch.
He whipped off his shirt and slipped it behind Callie’s neck. Not bad if Callie said so herself, but what the hell was going on? Where in the world did her aunt pick this guy up? Surely she hadn’t hired him.
Aunt Beatrice Lulu made the sign of the cross. “Mother Mary, Jesus, and Joseph!” The horrified look on her face almost made it worth while. Maybe she’d learn a lesson. You just didn’t go around picking up men. .
The music continued to blare. The man flung his shirt to the floor and seductively thrust his pelvis in front of Callie’s face, easing his zipper down. Before she could stop him, he whipped his pants off, exposing a brief covering of his private parts. He swung his pants above his head, leaned down. His warm breath blew across her cheeks.
Aunt Beatrice Lulu yelped, covered her eyes, and laid face down on the couch. “Callie, do something,” she shouted.
“Okay, Mister. That’s enough.” Callie pushed back her chair, knocking it over, picked up his shirt and threw it at him. “What’s going on here? Who hired you? And for God’s sake, put your clothes on.”
“Um, uh, sorry ma’am. Didn’t mean to offend.” He straightened up. “This was compliments of Emma, Lottie, and Beatrice Lulu.”
“What!” Aunt Beatrice Lulu sat straight up.
The man turned toward her and his private parts, covered only in a thong, came smack dab eye level with her aunt. Sure didn’t leave much to the imagination. Aunt Beatrice Lulu covered her eyes and turned her head, face flaming red.
“I most certainly didn’t have anything to do with hiring you. ” She pulled herself up off the couch. “Emma and Lottie said they found a match maker website and signed Callie up. I gave my approval, but we certainly didn’t hire anyone.” Aunt Beatrice Lulu crossed her arms over her ample chest and puffed out her lips.
By this time, the man at least had his pants on as he smiled at her aunt and said, “I’m afraid it wasn’t a matchmaking site.”
“But Emma said it advertised meeting the man of your dreams. That special someone. And something about needing excitement and having the time of your life. Oh dear. The date they reserved wasn’t for a date, was it? It was for …” She waved her hand toward him. “This…this…act.”
Callie sighed. Only her aunts could make a mistake like that. “I’m sorry. I’m afraid my aunts are a bit out dated, so to speak. Thank you for understanding.” Callie hurried to the door and held it open.
“Sorry for the misunderstanding. If you’d like to go out sometime, I mean with me, for real, not as a stripper.” He stopped in the doorway and his face actually turned red.
“Thank you. I’m seeing someone.” Callie closed the door behind him, went back into the living room ready to ream out her aunt.
Aunt Beatrice Lulu’s voice stopped her. “Emma, it was horrible. You should have been here. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life.”
“Of course it wasn’t a dating service, you idiot. He wasn’t a policeman, he was a male stripper. Next time you want to sign Callie up for a dating service, make sure it’s really a dating service. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life.”
“Let that be a lesson to all of you. Quit
Oh crap, that wasn’t Sam Vansworth. This was another set up, another man for her to meet. She should have known when her aunt told her to change her blouse. Where in the world did her aunt find him? Callie no more looked at her aunt for explanation when music blared. The man stepped forward, swayed his hip to one side and swung the other hip out seductively, thrusting his pelvis toward her. She backed up and fell into a chair. He continued grinding his hips almost in her face, keeping time with the music.
“Oh dear.” Aunt Beatrice Lulu’s mouth dropped open. She gasped and fell back on the couch.
He whipped off his shirt and slipped it behind Callie’s neck. Not bad if Callie said so herself, but what the hell was going on? Where in the world did her aunt pick this guy up? Surely she hadn’t hired him.
Aunt Beatrice Lulu made the sign of the cross. “Mother Mary, Jesus, and Joseph!” The horrified look on her face almost made it worth while. Maybe she’d learn a lesson. You just didn’t go around picking up men. .
The music continued to blare. The man flung his shirt to the floor and seductively thrust his pelvis in front of Callie’s face, easing his zipper down. Before she could stop him, he whipped his pants off, exposing a brief covering of his private parts. He swung his pants above his head, leaned down. His warm breath blew across her cheeks.
Aunt Beatrice Lulu yelped, covered her eyes, and laid face down on the couch. “Callie, do something,” she shouted.
“Okay, Mister. That’s enough.” Callie pushed back her chair, knocking it over, picked up his shirt and threw it at him. “What’s going on here? Who hired you? And for God’s sake, put your clothes on.”
“Um, uh, sorry ma’am. Didn’t mean to offend.” He straightened up. “This was compliments of Emma, Lottie, and Beatrice Lulu.”
“What!” Aunt Beatrice Lulu sat straight up.
The man turned toward her and his private parts, covered only in a thong, came smack dab eye level with her aunt. Sure didn’t leave much to the imagination. Aunt Beatrice Lulu covered her eyes and turned her head, face flaming red.
“I most certainly didn’t have anything to do with hiring you. ” She pulled herself up off the couch. “Emma and Lottie said they found a match maker website and signed Callie up. I gave my approval, but we certainly didn’t hire anyone.” Aunt Beatrice Lulu crossed her arms over her ample chest and puffed out her lips.
By this time, the man at least had his pants on as he smiled at her aunt and said, “I’m afraid it wasn’t a matchmaking site.”
“But Emma said it advertised meeting the man of your dreams. That special someone. And something about needing excitement and having the time of your life. Oh dear. The date they reserved wasn’t for a date, was it? It was for …” She waved her hand toward him. “This…this…act.”
Callie sighed. Only her aunts could make a mistake like that. “I’m sorry. I’m afraid my aunts are a bit out dated, so to speak. Thank you for understanding.” Callie hurried to the door and held it open.
“Sorry for the misunderstanding. If you’d like to go out sometime, I mean with me, for real, not as a stripper.” He stopped in the doorway and his face actually turned red.
“Thank you. I’m seeing someone.” Callie closed the door behind him, went back into the living room ready to ream out her aunt.
Aunt Beatrice Lulu’s voice stopped her. “Emma, it was horrible. You should have been here. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life.”
“Of course it wasn’t a dating service, you idiot. He wasn’t a policeman, he was a male stripper. Next time you want to sign Callie up for a dating service, make sure it’s really a dating service. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life.”
“Let that be a lesson to all of you. Quit
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