Clint hadn't really planned to come to a ladies club tonight but hey. It was Lexi and he wanted her to be distracted and at least no one would touch her here. Settling into the booth he ordered his own bottle of rum and leaned back, hoping that there might be a hot bird to oggle. Anything to get his mind of Clearwater.
He snorted at Lexi's observation and nodded. "I have to admit," he said, glancing at the male dancer on the stage. "There's a lot less giggling and that's not all that appealing." He liked the soft bounce of breasts and the jiggling of a great ass.
"Though," he said, nodding his head to the new dancer. "That guys packing something that might bounce around for you."