Doc in the Box - Elaine Viets - Mass Market Paperback

Jack was buttoning up his shirt. I stared at his upper chest, a slab of tanned and toned muscle. As he tucked in his shirttail, I admired that rippling washboard stomach once more, and imagined those muscles moving the way I saw them last night. My mind wandered to other visions now concealed by his pants. Those strong legs and hot buns and . . . "So, was I good?" he asked, combing his hair with his fingers. He didn't wait for me to answer. He knew he was. He was the sort of man who made women howl and claw his hide. "Got any hair spray I can borrow?" he said. "Nope, never use it," I said. That wasn't quite true, but if you let him, the guy borrowed more stuff than a sorority roommate. He'd already used my powder compact, my teasing comb, and my pink lipstick to make his heart-stopping lips more luscious. He used his own eyeliner, though. I don't lend that out. I wasn't taking a chance of getting pinkeye from the handsome Jack. I shifted on my lopsided chair in the men's dressing room at the Heart's Desire, a strip club ten minutes across the river from downtown St. Louis. We like to go across the Mississippi River into Illinois for our sin. That way we can pretend we really don't have it in our city. But we keep it close to home. Jack Hogenbaum, a.k.a. "Leo D. Nardo, Your Titanic Lover," was the star of Ladies' Nights at the club. He'd been packing them in since the movie. He looked like Leonardo DiCaprio. Well, sort of. At least his brown hair hung down over his forehead on the left side, he had soulful eyes, and when he danced, he could do stuff with a life preserver you never dreamed. It was my job to follow him around for a day. My name is Francesca Vierling, and I'm a columnist for the St. Louis City Gazette. I'm six feet tall, dark hair, smart mouth. I'm generally in trouble with the newspaper management, but this last punishment from my sleazy managing editor had turned into an unexpected pleasure. Charlie, who was slime in a suit, had ordered me to do a story about "a day in the life of a stripper on the East Side. Human interest, you know." Humans were a species Charlie knew very little about. He was sure he'd make me furious with this porky assignment. But he never said which stripper I should follow. So I did a day in the life of a male stripper, Leo D. Nardo. So far I'd managed to extend this assignment to two days, for a real in-depth look. Last night I watched the show with the women in the audience. Tonight, I was backstage with Leo. The club had that down-at-heels look you find backstage everywhere. The men's dressing room had a big silver star on the door, but the door was covered with dirty handprints. The room smelled of Lysol and stale cigarette smoke, and the walls were painted an evil yellow. There were two stained sinks, a wall mirror losing its silvering, and a cigarette-burned countertop littered with more makeup than Dolly Parton's dressing table. A scuffed black swinging door led to the shower and stalls. I stayed in the dressing room, which was fetchingly decorated with prime beefcake. Officer Friendly, an arresting male dancer in a break-apart poliViets, Elaine is the author of 'Doc in the Box - Elaine Viets - Mass Market Paperback' with ISBN 9780440236207 and ISBN 0440236207.