Loving them shorts, honey!” Sal hollered, coming to stand next to him. From his position behind the black curtain, Keane had a clear view of the events unfolding on stage. He sent an uppercut flying toward the curtain, trying miserably to ignore both the old timer and the sway of Logan’s sweet ass on display for the entire arena. “Look at her go. That’s my girl, working the crowd and all.” Keane kept up a steady jog. Even from this angle on the side of the stage, he could tell his eyes weren’t the only ones fixed on her ass. He sent another fist flying. “Glad I didn’t miss this.” “Shut up, Sal,” Keane shouted. What the hell is she doing? There was no explanation for the scene playing out on stage right now. Jerry spoke into his mic several times but the crowd’s chanting—Luscious, Luscious—drowned him out. The chanting from this crew pissed Keane off, so much so that he wanted to grab the guy with the brightest smirk from the front row and grind his nose into the stage.
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