Dirty Old Men [And Other Stories] (Zane Presents)

by Omar Tyree

  “It’s all part of the business,” Georgie noted to himself as he headed toward them. Before he could arrive, another white stripper stepped out in front of him and was all smiles. She was dark-haired with a much slimmer body than the first one. In fact, the young woman was so thin that Georgie could count the bones in her rib cage.

  “How are you doing tonight?” she asked him. “Is there anything you need for me to help you with?”

  To humor himself, Georgie smiled and asked, “Will you do anything I want?”

  “Well, that all depends on what it is.”

  “And what if I want more than a lap dance?”

  “Well, then, in that case, we have private rooms available toward the back.”

  His unattractiveness didn’t seem to matter to the strippers in that club. So Georgie began to wonder how much they would allow a man to get away with inside the private rooms. He looked toward the black-curtain doorway on the other side of the dance stage.

  But I don’t want a skinny-ass white girl back there with me, he thought.

  The Asian girl, Cindy, wasn’t much meatier, but she was five times cuter. So he turned down the anorexic white woman and moved to next-in-line position for Cindy.

  “Naw, I think I’ll pass on that trip, darling.”

  The white stripper shrugged and moved on. “All right, suit yourself.”

  Feeling that he had blown his earlier chance to cut a deal for Cindy, Georgie became more assertive in positioning himself for her services. He even pulled out larger bills from his wallet to count up three hundred dollars in plain view of the white man who had propositioned him. So when the desirable Asian girl had finishing dancing for the first man, she had no discrepancies about going into a private back room with Georgie.

  “I have to go back and change first,” she told him in accented English.

  Georgie grinned. He liked her accent as well.

  “Okay, I’ll be waiting right here for you.”

  The horde of white men, who surrounded him at front stage, viewed his hand full of large bills and realized that he wanted first bid when the girl returned. Even the side-stage pimp acknowledged him. So when Cindy returned to the main floor from the dressing rooms, wearing a tropical bra and panties set, she was all Georgie’s.

  “Come on,” she told him, grabbing his hand and leading him toward the private rooms. Money talked loudly.

  They passed through the black-curtain doorway and selected a small, open room to the right, closing a second black curtain behind them. A chair sat in the corner of the red-lighted room.

  Cindy pushed Georgie into the chair and immediately climbed on top of him, placing a small white towel over his crotch.

  “Yeah, I like it rough, just like that,” he told her.

  She smiled and worked her petite body into his massive one. Georgie grabbed her by her hips and enjoyed the ride until his crotch became too uncomfortable. He didn’t have enough wiggle room in his pants for his pulsating hard-on.

  “Wait a minute. Let me readjust this thing.” He removed the towel to dig into his pants and tug his penis closer to center. He wanted to free it from its trapped position on the left side of his drawers. Then he got bold with the girl.

  “You think you can handle one this big?” he asked, refering to his penis.

  Cindy grinned and nodded. “Mmm-hmm, yeah.”

  “Well, let me see.” Georgie placed her pussy directly on his bulge. “You sure you got something deep enough for that?”

  The stripper attempted to place the white towel back between his crotch and hers. But Georgie wouldn’t allow her to. He wanted to see how far he could go with things. And if he placed his dick in the perfect position, maybe she could feel how great it would be to push it all the way up inside of her. But Cindy wanted no part of that. So she squirmed to the left and right to avoid dead-on contact between her kitten and his tiger.

  “No, you don’t do that,” she whined in her accent as she wrestled with him.

  Georgie slid his large fingers inside of her panties to see if she was wet.

  “No,” she responded, grabbing his hand. “You can’t do that.”

  “I’m trying to see if you’re big enough. You wanna go somewhere else for this money after work?”

  The stripper struggled to stand up from his lap and quickly looked up into the corner of the room. Georgie followed her eyes and spotted the tiny eye of a video camera.

  “Aw, shit, they got fucking cameras in here,” he blasted.

  The next thing he knew, a big white bouncer pulled open the curtain on them.

  “Your time’s up, let’s go.”

  “I thought these were private rooms,” Georgie said. “Where the hell you come from? We just got in here.”

  Cindy didn’t plan on staying around to hear his argument. The whole fiasco was embarrassing to her; she left the private room area and returned to the main stage.

  The bouncer told Georgie, “We have certain rules in here that everyone has to follow to keep our club license. So if you’re not gonna follow them, then we’ll be forced to strip you of your membership.”

  I don’t even have a fucking membership here! Georgie incensed to himself. He stood up with his money, still in hand, and headed to the curtain doorway. He walked back out onto the main floor, a dejected man again. And when he spotted Cindy lap dancing for the next customer, he felt even more insignificant.

  “Yeah, let me get the hell out of here,” he grumbled as he headed toward the exit. “Perverted motherfuckers.”

  Since he was not being thrown out this time, he couldn’t ask for his money back. He climbed back inside his car and thought about his next destination. He remained unsatisfied with his night. In fact, after being in the private room with Cindy, he felt more anxious to take a stripper back home or to a hotel room that evening.

  “Shit, I know I don’t want to go down there,” he contemplated out loud. “But if I really wanna take somebody’s ass home tonight…then that’s the place to do it.”

  Georgie headed on Interstate 85 for Southeast Atlanta, the opposite side of town from where he lived and liked to play.

  “A bunch of got’ damn crazies are down here,” he grumbled to himself as he drove. He was referring to the multitude of drug addicts, homosexual prostitutes, muggers, car thieves, homeless derelicts, and the many other anti-social delinquents who called the Southeast Atlanta region home.

  As Georgie made it to Interstate 20, and headed east toward the suburb of Decatur, he continued to mull over his plans.

  Do I really wanna be down here tonight ? he asked himself as he approached his exit. He traveled up the exit ramp and turned right, heading further south before supplying himself with an answer.

  “Fuck it! I’m gonna go up in here, find myself a girl, see what she wants to do, and get the hell back out of here.”

  With his plan of execution set, Georgie pulled past the Red Light club to see how it looked from the outside first. The small, seedy club didn’t have an official parking lot, just abandoned property that surrounded it, where undaunted customers parked their cars and prayed to return to them safely.

  Georgie eyed the front door of the club as he drove by, spotting the usual suspects of hardcore bouncers and their convict associates posted outside. Judging from the pack of cars that were parked there that night, he suspected a pretty lively crowd inside. He found an empty parking spot and whipped his car for a U-turn to grab it. As soon as he finished parking his car and climbed out, a man approached him from the sidewalk.

  “I’ll make sure it stays put for you.”

  The man looked younger than Georgie in the face, but he was far older in the spirit. He had been beaten down by a hard life of circumstances.

  Georgie passed him by. “You do that.”

  He quickly headed to the front door of the small club before he hesitated with his decision again.

  “What’s the cover tonight?” he asked the menacing bouncers at the door. He surely
didn’t want to be kicked out of the club by those guys. They looked like they would do much more than escort a man out.

  “Twenty dollars,” one of them muttered.

  “Twenty dollars?” Georgie repeated. “You went up on the price? What, is a stripper club inflation going on down here?”

  One of the bystanders chuckled. The second bouncer answered, “We got some girls down here from Virginia Beach tonight. So we got upgraded clientele.”

  Georgie looked and spotted a colorful tour bus that was parked in a space behind the club. “I see.” And he was curious to see what “upgraded clientele” looked like.

  He nodded. “All right, I’m game. Do they look good in here from Virginia?”

  One of the bystanders laughed again. “Now, what do you expect them to say, ‘no’? They gon’ bring some ugly bitches down here from Virginia and then charge us more for ’em. Come on, man, think about it.”

  Georgie looked over the young, bodacious man. “Well, why are you still standing out here?”

  “Man, my dick needed a break. I couldn’t take it. Watch, you’ll see.”

  Georgie thought it over, wondering if the young man was working with the club staff to entice wavering customers to spend the extra ten dollars. But it didn’t make a difference to him. He had already made up his mind; he pulled out a twenty-dollar bill.

  One of the bouncers patted his body up and down for weapons. The other one scanned him with a handheld metal detector. Then they waved him to enter.

  “Hey, pops, have a good time in there,” the young bystander commented.

  As Georgie slid into the club, he overheard a second bystander joking. “That old-ass man still out here trying to get his freak on.” They laughed at him, but Georgie was undaunted. A hard dick was a hard dick, no matter what age it was.

  When he walked into the crowded club, T.I.’s brand-new hit song was pumping through the speakers, “You can have whatever you l-i-i-i-ke.” And the hot Virginia Beach girls were having their way all up inside the club.

  Georgie thought, Shit, this place looks PACKED tonight!.

  He didn’t remember it being as spacious inside either. But maybe the packed crowd made it appear larger. They had two L-shaped stages of busy women, and four poles, with two on each stage. That was new as well.

  They must have done some remodeling in here. Georgie was impressed by their efforts. Then he studied the Virginia Beach strippers up on stage and around the club. The majority of them were yellow-skinned black women.

  “I see what they’re going for tonight,” he mumbled. “Just push the chocolate mommas to the side, hunh?”

  Georgie began a search for the darker-brown, local girls, who were sprinkled throughout the club between the invasion of redbones.

  “Excuse me,” an ill-tempered man stated as he pushed his way past Georgie through the crowd. The problem with the extra customers that night was that they had all run out of elbow room. Dozens of impetuous men were forced to stand up against the back walls and bulldoze their way through the dense crowd.

  Georgie figured he had to make his move as fast as he could. It was all, or nothing. Once he had locked in on a chocolate dancer to his right, who searched through the crowded room unattended, he quickly made his move.

  She don’t look happy enough to be visiting from Virginia, he assessed of her serious grill. She looks like somebody had trampled mud through her living room.

  He immediately approached the chocolate stripper through the crowded club.

  “It’s more crowded than usual in here tonight, hunh?” he commented.

  She turned to face him and grumbled, “Yeah, unfortunately.”

  “You don’t like the extra crowd? It’s more money to make in here now, ain’t it?”

  “Not really,” she uttered. “I guess it is for the new people. But I could have stayed the hell home tonight, for all this.”

  Just as she was ready to step away, Georgie asked, “Well, what do you need to make your night worthwhile?”

  She looked at him again and paused. Then she shook it off and grinned. “You don’t even wanna know.”

  “Talk to me about it. I got a few dollars.”

  She paused and considered it in the middle of the lively strip club. There were more than a dozen guest performers from Virginia, who were sucking up all of the attention and money.

  Finally, the stripper answered, “Look, man, I’m in here trying to pay my rent for the week. That’s the only reason I came tonight.”

  Jackpot! Georgie didn’t expect to hear that much honesty from a stripper in a jampacked room. But pressure caused people to tell you the truth sometimes.

  “Well, I don’t know if you’re gonna make that money in here tonight. But there’s always money to be made outside the club.”

  Another patron bumped into Georgie hard on his way past. And it became the perfect prop for him to nail home his pitch to the stripper.

  “You see that? It’s a little too crowded in here for my usual taste, too. But I came out here tonight for companionship. But if I could have that somewhere in private…”

  He stopped and allowed his words to linger on her mind. She could fill in the blanks on her own.

  “What do you have in mind?”

  Georgie answered immediately, “Stripping.”

  She looked him in the eyes. “For how much?”

  “I got three bills left to spend for the night.”

  The chocolate stripper shook it off. “That ain’t enough for me to leave, baby. I can make eight in here. Come at me better than that.”

  Georgie didn’t know what to say at that point. Maybe he had played his cards too honestly. He should have haggled with her more instead of giving her a solid figure. He shrugged. “Well…every man has his breaking point. But I’ll still be here for a minute, if you change your mind. What’s your name anyway?”

  “Sugar.”

  “Brown Sugar?”

  She nodded and grinned. “No, just Sugar.”

  “I’m Georgie. And you think about that rent tonight, all right?”

  She nodded. “All right.”

  As she faded into the crowd, Georgie gave her another look. She had incredibly long legs in her heels.

  Damn! I wonder if she has deep pussy with those long legs, he mused. He started to watch her to see if she would perform any lap dances to earn her rent money, but he was quickly distracted by the stage performances of the Virginia Beach girls. Li’l Wayne’s “Lollipop” song was on again.

  The guys started hooting and hollering, enjoying the show while the big-money hustler types rained dollar bills onto the stage.

  “Ay, you motherfuckers are gonna have to find a seat or move back to the fucking wall!” someone shouted. His forceful demand included Georgie. He was standing right in the middle of the view. Georgie began to move back toward the wall, while still eyeing the Virginia girls who were doing their thing..

  “Well, at least they got the best show here tonight,” Georgie mumbled and then grinned.

  “I hear they gon’ have different girls here once a month,” someone commented.

  Georgie was interested in seeing that himself. He then watched as the girls entertained only the highest bidders in the club, with the bigger bills in hand.

  Yeah, these girls are getting their money’s worth in here tonight, he mused. He figured there was no sense in even taking his money out. He stood to lose it all in ten minutes. So he decided to watch from the sidelines.

  “You ordering anything?” a waitress dressed in all black asked him. She was somehow able to make it through all of the busy traffic in the room.

  Georgie shook his head and waved her off. He didn’t feel like drinking.

  “It’s a two-drink minimum tonight.”

  Georgie looked into her eyes to see if she were serious. “A two-drink minimum to stand up against the damn wall?”

  “I can find you a table.”

  He looked around the room. “Where?” Unle
ss she was planning on bringing out a new table from the back bar room, her offer seemed implausible.

  “We have VIP seating all around the room.”

  “Well, I’m not VIP, and I’m not here to pay for that. Now, if I need to buy two drinks to stay in here, then at least give me a few minutes to decide on what I want. Is that all right with you?”

  The waitress nodded. “I’ll come back.”

  Georgie grumbled, “Shit, they’re trying to shake you down in here, too; after I paid twenty dollars to get in, just to get bumped around and shit, and then to stand up against the damn wall. They must be crazy.”

  A younger man beside him chuckled, with a half-finished drink in his hand. He shrugged. “Hey, man, either it’s worth it to you, or it’s not. What’s forty dollars for this kind of live entertainment?”

  Georgie heard the younger man out and frowned. “Forty dollars just to watch, hunh?” It sounded like a waste of money to him.

  Simultaneously, the chocolate stripper, Sugar, glanced over at him, even while she performed a lap dance.

  Georgie caught her eye and told himself, Yeah, she don’t wanna be here tonight. She only wanna make enough to leave. So he plotted on asking her again if she was ready to head out with him before the pesky waitress could return for his drink orders.

  As soon as Sugar collected her dance money and moved on, Georgie made his move in her direction. She spotted him on the move toward her and slowed down to allow him to catch up. Georgie noticed and became excited again.

  Yeah, she’s ready! Time to go for it hard.

  “Hey, ah, Sugar, you staying all night, or cutting out early?”

  She searched around the room as if she had failed to hear him. “You give me four, and I’ll let you meet me out back in thirty minutes.”

  Georgie had no time to haggle. It was her deal for a hundred dollars more. Take it, or leave it. “I’m in a silver Jetta,” he told her, agreeing to her price.

  She nodded and continued on her way toward the dressing rooms.

  Georgie kept his cool and struggled to head back to his position on the wall. Like clockwork, as soon as he made it back to his earlier spot and began to relax for a minute, the pesky waitress headed back in his direction for the drink orders.