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

by Omar Tyree

  Okay, time to start acting, Georgie told himself.

  “You make up your mind on those drinks?”

  The patron beside him began to laugh.

  Georgie shook his head and grimaced. He took a deep breath. “You mean to tell me you gon’ harass me to order another twenty dollars’ worth of drinks, with all these people you have in here tonight? I’m just one little, old man.”

  The waitress eyed him and was ready to answer him in the affirmative. Georgie could read it on her face, too. She was determined. Before she could answer him, he said, “You know what, I know when I’m being suck-ered, and there’s no way in the world you got everyone in here to pay you for two drinks.”

  The waitress opened her mouth to argue her point, but Georgie kept on going with his argument. “So if that’s how you guys wanna treat me in here tonight, after I paid my twenty dollars to stand up against the damn wall, then you can keep that money as a donation to research on cancer.”

  It was a perfectly dramatic scene to vacate the premises and wait out back in his car for Sugar. However, as soon as Georgie reached his car and started up his engine, he began to wonder if the stripper would actually meet him outside like she said she would.

  “Well, if she don’t, then…I’m on my own to decide what I want to do next.” And if push came to shove, he thought of driving around downtown Atlanta to look for a hooker. But that would be his last option. He figured that strippers were much safer.

  He waited a few minutes in his car at the curbside parking spot, contemplating everything. Then he drove around to the back of the club for pickup. When he arrived, the back exit door was closed and unattended.

  Just give it a few minutes. But when a few minutes became a solid ten, he began to doubt the validity of the deal.

  “Yeah, looks like she just pulled my damn leg,” he grumbled. He didn’t wanna pay an extra hundred dollars no way. “I can get a good hooker for two hundred.”

  But as soon as he decided to pull off, the back exit door opened, and Sugar walked out, wearing blue jeans and a thin, brown leather jacket, while carrying a big gold bag.

  Georgie quickly pulled up beside her and swung open his passenger side door. Shit. Now I have to hit an ATM machine to get that extra hundred dollars, he mused.

  The chocolate stripper climbed into the car.

  “I’m sorry, I had to count everything up before I left.”

  “How much do you have to give the club?” Georgie asked.

  “Forty-fuckin’-percent,” she spat. “But you’ll still make more here than at a lot of other clubs because their clientele is stronger.”

  “What, with all the drug-dealing hustlers and shit who hang out around here?”

  She nodded. “Yup. And it’s usually less girls in here. But, at some of the other clubs, they make your ass compete with thirty other girls to see who makes what. And in that situation, if you’re not a top bitch, you might walk out with a hundred dollars after shaking your ass half the fucking night. That’s why I don’t feel like being up in here tonight. That’s what they do when they invite all these new bitches to the party. But the club still makes their money.”

  Georgie smiled. “Yeah, they sure do.” He had been to nearly forty different strip clubs in the Atlanta region over the past twenty years, and the only thing that stopped the owners from doing long-lasting business was greed and corruption. So many of the clubs had closed down, only for new ones to spring up.

  In fact, Georgie had been propositioning strippers for a decade. But his homely looks, frugality, and sour attitude all had stopped him from being a lot more successful.

  “So, where are we going?” Sugar asked.

  Along Interstate 20, there were plenty of exits with cheap inns and hotel rooms, so Georgie shrugged at the question.

  “Once we hit I-Twenty, we’ll pick a place off the road. It don’t matter to me.”

  “Well, let’s go to the Quality Inn,” she suggested. “They usually have good breakfast.”

  Georgie wondered, How long did she intend to stay with me tonight? How many times has she visited the Quality Inn with a stranger?

  Sugar read his mind through the silence. “I don’t do this all the time; you know, go home with someone from the club. I don’t feel like being bothered with all that shit tonight. I need to pay my damn bills. You know what I mean?”

  Georgie nodded. He wasn’t in a position to judge. They both needed what they needed. And he needed some fantasy pussy that evening.

  “Well, I do need to stop at one of these gas stations for an ATM machine to get that extra hundred for you. But ah, if I’m doin’ a little extra for you, then maybe you’ll be fine with doin’ a little extra for me.”

  Sugar looked at him. “Say what you want then.”

  Georgie looked down between her long legs. “Now you know what I want. I want to feel it, every inch of them long legs of yours.”

  Sugar chuckled. “Well, you might want to withdraw more than a hundred dollars from that ATM machine, for all of that.”

  “I got a one hundred-dollar limit,” he lied.

  “Oh yeah, well, I got a limit, too. And you can touch it, but you can’t fuck it, unless the money is right.”

  Georgie found himself in another quagmire. Now the price was more than four-hundred dollars to fuck—maybe five or six hundred.

  “Can I ask you question?” he mumbled.

  “What?”

  “How old are you?”

  She had a young woman’s looks and an old woman’s ways.

  “I’m twenty. Why?”

  Georgie looked at the chocolate-skinned stripper in his passenger seat and was shocked. “Twenty? Well, you ain’t even legal enough to be in there.”

  “You ain’t see me drinking. And us young ones get more money in the clubs.”

  But with her being that young, it changed everything for Georgie. There was no way in hell he was giving a twenty-year-old five hundred dollars for some pussy. He figured she was at least twenty-five with some responsibilities at home, like a kid or two. Age twenty was totally different, even if she did have a child.

  “You got any kids?”

  She shook her head vehemently. “No. I don’t have time for kids.”

  “So, what you need all that money for, shopping?”

  Sugar paused. “You know what, you just reminded me to stop telling people my damn age, because they always get it confused. I’ve been on my own ever since sixteen. And nobody gave me nothing that I didn’t work hard for. I got bills like everybody else. And I don’t even do a lot of shopping. Grocery shopping, maybe.”

  “So, you got your own place and everything?” All of a sudden, she became a lot more interesting. She was more of a case study to him now.

  Sugar pointed to a twenty-four-hour gas station at the exit ramp off Interstate 20. “Don’t you need to go handle that money? There’s a gas station right there.”

  Georgie was now hesitant to get more money for her. “You know, three hundred is good enough.”

  “Well, let me out right here then,” she told him. And she meant it. Georgie looked her into her eyes and knew it.

  Shit! he cursed himself. This night just keeps getting longer on me.

  He decided to stall. He needed time to figure out how to handle the situation. But he was leaning toward paying the girl. “You don’t really want me to let you out right here.”

  She nodded and agreed with him. “You know what, you’re right. I would want you to drive me back to the club, so I can find somebody else to finish off my night with.”

  “That makes it sound like you do this a lot,” he commented.

  “No, but if I already made that decision, then I go with it; not like some other people who change their damn minds,” she hinted.

  Georgie chuckled. “Well, if you remember, we started at three, and agreed on four. So that’s where we need to stay. That way, neither one of us changes our minds.”

  “Yeah, but then you star
ted talking about needing more than a dance.”

  “Yeah, if you need more than three hundred. That’s a whole lot of money for a dance. And I figure what I want would be easier.”

  She looked at him and grimaced. “Easier?”

  “Yeah, you can lay down and relax. You don’t have to move as many muscles.”

  “All right. That’s what I’ma do, too.”

  “Well, that don’t mean you don’t have to move nothing.”

  “Umm, are you gonna get the money or what?” she questioned.

  Georgie turned inside the station and pulled up into a parking space.

  “So, we agree on four hundred then,” he concluded.

  Sugar nodded. “Yeah. Four hundred.”

  Georgie walked inside, feeling defeated. He still didn’t want to pay that much. “At least I’m not paying more,” he mumbled at the ATM machine.

  He pulled out a hundred-forty dollars in cash and separated the extra forty. I have to pay for the damn room, too, he pondered. But I can do that with my card.

  They pulled into the parking lot of a Quality Inn a few miles up the road, and Georgie paid for the room before he drove the young stripper around to the back entrance. He didn’t want to walk in the front with her. It would look too obvious.

  They climbed out of the car and walked up to the room without much discussion. They had said everything they needed to say.

  As soon as they entered the room, the stripper announced that she needed to take a quick shower.

  “That sounds like a good idea,” Georgie told her. “Go wash all of that club smoke off of you.”

  Sugar looked at him and smirked. “And what are you gonna wash off of you?”

  “Hard work,” he quipped.

  “Whatever.”

  While the young stripper took her shower, Georgie thought again about his night. Four hundred dollars was a bit more than he wanted to spend, but at least he was getting what he wanted, another successful roll in the hay with an enticing stripper.

  I should lock down one girl instead of going through all of this other shit, he contemplated. But once you lock down a girl, the shit can become even more expensive. At least a stripper makes her own got’ damn money. Maybe I should keep one of them.

  He had no idea what he wanted to do regarding women. He had been sleeping around as a scavenger for so long that he didn’t know what a real relationship was like anymore. He presumed that a man paid for everything.

  Sugar walked out from the bathroom wearing a white bath towel and nothing else, and Georgie’s dick got hard immediately.

  “So, I don’t have to dance at all, right? You want me to lay down and be still?”

  Georgie didn’t like the sound of that, especially for four hundred dollars. “As a matter of fact, with them long legs of yours, I might want you to bend over that desk right there and put them high heels back on.”

  It was what he had been thinking about.

  Sugar looked at the office desk to the right of the television cabinet and grinned. “You got condoms?”

  Georgie pulled them out of his thick wallet. “Never leave home without ’em.”

  “Do you mind if I put the television on? I don’t like it dead silent. It’s a pet peeve of mine.”

  Georgie shrugged. “Turn it on then.”

  Sugar clicked on the color television set with the remote control and turned the channel to late-night videos. “I’m so used to music now,” she told him. The new T.I. video was on.

  Sugar dropped her towel and slid her heels back on, performing a few snake-like dance moves to the music.

  “Mmmph,” Georgie grunted, watching her. He moved to undo his pants and expose his excitement to her.

  The young stripper stopped dancing and held out her right hand.

  “Um, where’s the money?”

  Georgie dug back into his falling pants pocket and gave it to her. She counted the four-hundred dollars and slid it into her bag. Then she snake-danced back over to the desk to lean over it for him.

  Georgie grinned like the devil and slid a condom over his happy erection.

  I’ve been waiting all night for this, he told himself. He took the young stripper by her smooth brown hips and held his penis in position to enter her, while she poked her ass out for him.

  “I might be a little tight, but that’s a good thing, right?” she teased.

  “Hell yeah, that’s a good thing,” Georgie told her. “Who wants to swim with a whale? A baby seal is always better.”

  Sugar chuckled. “Well, I’m just letting you know. So I can’t do all kinds of tricks and stuff.”

  Georgie began to ignore her and went on about his business. They had done enough talking already. So he worked himself into a comfortable groove from behind. He could definitely feel the stripper’s tightness. Her snug kitten caused him to lose his rhythm. It was feeling too good too fast. Nevertheless, he found himself struggling to keep his poise with the girl. He was all over the place with his stroke; sideways, back and forth, up and down, on his toes, and back on his heels, while smacking his hips into her ass like a wild, brown chicken.

  “Shit, you ain’t lying. This is some tight pussy, tight and strong,” he told her. He was still fighting to control the sensations.

  “I told you,” she moaned over the desk.

  Fuck it, I can’t hold it no more! Georgie admitted. He figured he would let himself explode in less than eight minutes. So he began to push himself deeper and deeper into her tight hole until he could no longer feel the difference between his body and her body.

  “Wait a minute,” the younger stripper moaned, attempting to slow his urgent thrusting from behind. Georgie was pounding her tight pussy too hard. But there was no way to stop a moving train once it started chugging at full speed. He would have to crash it.

  “This is gonna be a good nut,” he stated through his hammering stroke. He was pounding her body into the desk. “I can feel it. I can feel it! Ooohhh,” he moaned.

  He hadn’t even reached his climax yet. It was all from anticipation.

  Sugar pleaded, “Wait, wait,” while struggling to twist herself away from him. But it was no use. Georgie went into hydraulic mode and started bouncing on his toes until his thighs and ass cheeks cramped up on him.

  “SHIT!” he howled through painful muscle spasms.

  “It feel like it popped!” Sugar insisted. “Wait a minute.”

  “HUNH!” Georgie responded non-sensibly. He didn’t care what she had to say at that point. He was ready for his rocket ship to blast off to the moon, so he could howl like a wolf.

  “The condom popped!” Sugar let out again.

  Georgie finally comprehended her plea. In the nick of time, he pulled his penis out of her, and shot fresh, hot sperm all over her back, ass, and long legs.

  “AHHH, FUCK!” she yelled, feeling his seed splatter all over her. She stood up straight and cringed, running back to the bathroom.

  “SHIT!” she continued to curse, locking the bathroom door behind her.

  Georgie didn’t know what to do. First, he backed up and fell across the bed to work the cramps out of his legs. He stretched them in every direction, trying to find the best position to relieve the pain.

  “Arrgghhh!” he growled, twisting and turning on the bed.

  Once he had found a safe position to relax his thighs and ass muscles, he inspected his penis and found the popped condom pushed down on his shaft with blood on it.

  “Oh, shit,” he panicked. “Was your fucking period on?” he asked. It didn’t smell so good to him either. He failed to notice the stench while he was stroking her. But there was no answer, only shower water running from inside the bathroom.

  Ignoring the pain he felt in his cramped muscles, Georgie climbed back to his feet and moved toward the bathroom, only to find that the door was locked.

  “Hey, let me in there,” he demanded, with urgent knocks on the door. He wanted to wash himself up as quickly as possible. What if
the girl had AIDS?

  The stripper continued to ignore him, with the shower water still running.

  Georgie knocked urgently on the door again.

  “Hey, I need to wash up, too, in there.”

  “All right, wait a fuckin’ minute!” the young stripper yelled from behind the door. “I’m taking a shower!”

  Georgie barked, “Well, I need to take a damn shower, too.”

  Sugar went back to ignoring him. His ass would just have to wait.

  Realizing as much, Georgie leaned up against the wall next to the bathroom and waited there anxiously. He shook his head and grumbled, “Got’ dammit. Damn, she stink.” He looked over at the girl’s bag and thought about taking his money back.

  But I gotta wash this shit off first, he reasoned. The putrid smell seemed to get worse as he continued to stand there.

  He squeezed his nose shut with his left hand and breathed out of his mouth. “I thought her ass just took a fucking shower,” he grumbled. How could she smell this damn bad after washing up?

  One thing was for sure, Georgie couldn’t wait to get the fuck out of there. He felt embarrassed and in need of a lecture.

  “This is what the hell I get,” he told himself. “So take it like a man now.” And he waited there to wash himself up, while still thinking about taking his money back.

  But she might make a big got’ damned scene while I’m in the bathroom, he imagined. What if she even called the cops in here? And I still have to go back to work tomorrow.

  Ultimately, he decided to finish his night without any further turmoil. So he planned to wash himself up, drive the stripper back to wherever, drop her stinky ass off, and go on back to his life, with a checkup at the health clinic.

  “I’m gon’ leave these damn strips clubs alone for a while,” he mumbled.

  When Sugar finally walked out from the bathroom, with another towel around her body, she scowled at Georgie. “I told your ass to wait a minute.”

  Georgie didn’t want to hear it. He stepped into the bathroom and closed and locked the door himself. Then he commented through the locked door, “You didn’t tell me your damn cycle was on.”