Ciaran

 by

Lillian Grant

Irish born, Australian stripper, Ciaran Monaghan closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. He tried thinking cleansing thoughts about puppies, flowers, and soft falling rain, but his brain refused to co-operate. He couldn’t even conjure a picture of his grandmother to set him back on the straight and narrow. The only memory he appeared to have was the one of Leah dancing tight against him, rubbing her hot nubile body all over his naked flesh in rehearsals. Nothing was working.

The music filtering through from the front of the house changed to Duran Duran’s “Reflex.” Thankfully, he had the dressing room to himself, but the boys would be back as soon as the song ended. Even worse, he was due on stage with Leah to take their place. He wished his cousin Michael to hell and back. Why did he have to be the…