I have got to go relieve myself. I walk by them and Kip asks. "You good?"
"Yeah. Nature’s calling."
"Hurry up. She’s not finished and I know you don’t want to miss it."
I pat his back as I walk by. "Order me a double. Make it two doubles. I’m gonna need it."
He laughs, but Bianca doesn’t say a thing. I hurry away, knowing there is no way I can sit through another round like that and not shoot my wad in my pants. I have got to release the beast.
The floor is lit with soft red led lights and I find the mens room easily. It is full and I wonder how many of them are here for the same reason. I enter the stall, lock it, unzip my pants, push them down so my balls can breathe and jack off. My mind feels crazy as images of Seary flash through it as I pump my cum into the toilet. Then I stand there breathing deep, holding my cock in my hand, and wondering what the fuck has happened to me. I shake my head to clear it, but she won’t go away. The vision of her golden tits with her hard nipples front and center fills my cock again. My hand starts to slide up and down my shaft as I see her breasts flowing up and down as she walked toward me. I close my eyes, wrapping my fingers around the head of my dick, then start jerking the crown hard while I imagine her bent over my bed, her ass sticking in the air and my cock pounding her pussy, watching those powerful glutes rippling from the force of my thrust. I have to hold back my moan as my cum shoots the toilet again.
I lean back on the door. My mind clear of her fog now. Fuck! I haven’t jacked off back to back like that since high school. I flush the commode, tuck my package back inside, zip my pants up and open the stall door. As I wash my hands, I look at myself in the mirror. My face tells me more is going on inside me than I’m aware. I look dazed. I splash water on my face, then take some paper towels and dry my hands. I have to face the reality of what this means. She has somehow managed to crack through the hardcore I wrapped my heart in, making me untouchable and keeping it safe. Dammit. I’ve fucked up coming here. I hang my head, knowing she is going to be trouble for me.
When I step out the bathroom door, I lean up against the wall and wait, not ready to go close enough to face her again. The lights on the stage are illuminated and my whole body tunes in to find Seary. "Wild Things" by Alessia Cara is playing. Another set of dancers are lined up and dancing, then there she is, sexy Seary. She is incredible! My cock thumps acknowledgement when I see her. I watch from this safe distance as they perform a choreographed dance routine. Seary is dancing circles around them. Her advanced talent and skill are obvious to me. This song is so spot on as well. She is a wild thing and making her own way. Bold, confident, and in your face about it too. I like that! Listening to the song and thinking about the others she has chosen tonight, makes me realize this woman has depth. She is more than a stripper.
A man exits the men’s room, glances at me and leans against the wall beside me. I recognize the birthday boy and say. "Sup?" He gives me a head nod. "So how torturous was that?"
He laughs and shakes head. "Hell! Pure hell!"
I laugh with him. "Everyman’s dream and worst nightmare."
He huffs. "That’s for fucking sure." We watch Seary on the stage, lost in our own thoughts about her, then he adds. "I’ll never forget her as long as I live."
I chuckle at that truth. "So what did she whisper in your ear anyway?"
He grins. "She said in the cutest southern accent. 'I’m going to give you a birthday kiss on your cheek right now, Sweetie. Don’t move! I’m warning you. If you turn your face to steal a kiss, I’m going to turn Mr. Rooster down there into Miss Hen. Understand?"
We both bust out laughing.
"So she’s not only sexy but sassy too, huh?" I ask him.
"She’s got some serious attitude."
"Sexy and sassy is a deadly combination."
"Yeah it is." He stands and I hold my hand out. "Happy Birthday, Brother."
He takes it and says. "Thanks." Then he walks back to his table. I watch him managing the maze, still not ready to return to mine.
When the dance is over, Seary leaves the stage and hoping that that was her last performance for the night, I go back to my table.
When I arrive, Kip tells me the obvious. "Your drinks are here."
"Thanks." I sit down, take one and toss the whole thing back, pick the second one up and do it again, then I slam the glass down. "Ah! That’s better."
He whistles. "Damn Aurei. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen you do that."
I give him a 'you’re crazy' look. "What are you talking about? We’ve gotten wasted together plenty of times. Have you forgotten or were you too wasted to remember?"
He chuckles. "Naw man. That’s not what I’m talking about."
Oh, that. "What’s your point?"
"Nothing." He smirks.
"Had to go take care of business." I grin at him.
He grins back. "Yeah. Nature was calling."
"That’s right."
I look at this new quiet Bianca. She is staring at me, disengaged, which is completely out of character for her. "What’s in your craw?"
"Nothing."
I realize that’s girl code for 'something big,' but I lose focus when the THUMP and strobes bust the air again. Fuck! My mind shouts 'no' but the entire rest of me tunes in. I sit there struggling with myself and staring blankly at Bianca. Could I walk out without a backward glance? Then the song begins and it’s "This Is What You Came For" by Calvin Harris, featuring Rihanna. The song choice is perfect.
Bianca moves, and the motion brings her back into focus. She nods to the stage and mouths. "She’s on again."
I can’t resist. I turn to look at Seary marching down the runway right to me. Tits flowing in all their glory. She has changed her costume. No chains. No strings. She is wearing feathers. Little, tiny, down feathers that cover only her pussy and her areolas. She has white feathers woven into her hair too and the visual effect is that of wings on her back. Blood floods my cock again and a wave of hot desire pulses through me. Knowing the lightening she is creating is going to shoot me in all the right places and knowing my balls are going to be full of cum again before this is over, I slough down in the chair and straighten my legs.
As she moves down the runway, a couple of men stand and wave cash at her in hopes she will come to the edge of the runway to them. Oblivious that she isn’t wearing anything that they could stuff the bills in. She skillfully maneuvers out of their reach. Then one drunk dude puts his hands on the stage and attempts to climb up. The knot in my gut and my jaw seize at the same time. Two men snatch him off instantly and take him down. Looking around now, I see men dressed in black, blending in with the audience and I realize how tight her security is. Out of the corner of my eye, the drunken trespasser is subdued and being quietly escorted out.
When she mounts the stripper pole in front of me once more, she proceeds to do things to it that makes my cock hard and throbbing for her again, and my only salvation is that I just had a back to back jerk-off session less than ten minutes ago. I’m able to study her undeniable talent this time.
Her gracefulness is a thing of beauty. Her timing is perfect. No movement is off. Her arms and legs, hands and feet are pure poetry in motion as she moves up and down its length, dancing sensually on it, arousing thoughts of having sex in everyone here. She is a real artist. When she drops to the bottom of the pole at the end of the song, she swings around it, taking a unique bow. The people around me rise, giving her a standing ovation and I stand with them.
As she scans the crowd, waving, our eyes touch and in that flash of an instant, Easy’s face flickers in my mind. Shocked, I sit down with my eyes locked on Seary.
The music moves immediately into "Dangerous Woman" by Ariana Grande and she backs up against the pole. Sliding down it, then right back up, she proceeds to seduce the room as she slinks her sexy, sassy self back to the stage, and like everything thing else she has done tonight, her dance and her song choice are spot on, speaking directly
to my heart. When she vanishes from sight exactly on the last note of the song, the crowd in the room explodes again with applause, and cheers. I join in knowing one thing is for certain. I want this sexy, sassy little stripper. I want her staring into my eyes, wearing the look on her face that Easy had. I smirk. Bold and confident too, knowing I always get what I want, because I make it happen.
CHAPTER SIX
The announcer comes back on and thanks everyone on Seary’s behalf. Knowing the show is over, the crowd collectively sits back down and the noise level of intercommunication becomes loud. I look at Kip and Bianca as I turn my chair back around and scoot it up under our table. Kip is grinning from ear to ear at me and I can’t help the stupid grin that responds to his. I feel like a school boy who has just gotten caught stealing a kiss from his first crush.
Kip asks. "So.... What did you think?"
"I think you were right. She’s as hot as her name implies."
Bianca doesn’t say a word and she’s not smiling. Her earlier answer 'nothing' returns to my mind, and I know I need to deal with the 'something big' that is 'nothing.' But the waitress returns and brushes my arm with her tits as she leans in to pick up our empty glasses. "My name is Stacey. May I get you another round?"
I answer. "Yes, please. The same."
When she stands back up, her hip is pressing into my arm and she smiles down at me. "Excellent. I’ll be more than happy to hook you up." The innuendo hangs in the air as she continues to hold my eyes and asks Kip and Bianca. "Would you two also like to reorder the same?"
I hear Kip say. "Yes."
"I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere." She tells me, then disappears again.
When I look back at Kip and Bianca, I expect to see her leaning on the table in her usual aggressive jealous position, but instead she is sitting in Kips lap. Surprised, I ask her again. "What’s in your craw?"
She gives me a 'really?' look like it’s a dumb question and she says again. "Nothing."
Now I give her a 'really?' look and Kip chuckles at us. "Don’t give me that bullshit, Bianca. Something is up with you."
"Not with me. With you."
"What?" I frown at her.
She rolls her eyes. "It’s nothing. I’m fine."
"Bianca, we’ve known each other for years. And in that time, you have never not challenged another woman who is in my presence. What’s in your craw?" I stare at her.
"What’s in my 'craw' Alabama boy, isn’t the question, but the answer is, what’s in yours, or rather, who’s in yours."
I look at her, thinking about what’s she has said, and who she is implying. Seary. Yeah, Seary is in my craw. First time I’ve ever had someone in there too. For just a moment I think about shrugging it off and denying it, but then I realize no point. Bianca’s right and she knows she is right. Wait a minute. Wait just a damn minute!
"Are you telling me that you’ve just let it go, like that?"
"No point anymore."
"What the hell?" I shake my head confused by her certainty. "I haven’t done anything different." She laughs with confidence. "Explain yourself." I demand.
She raises her eyebrows at me and I know that was a turn on for her.
"Listen, Aurei. It’s the way you looked at her."
I frown, knowing my tongue wasn’t hanging out with drool dripping off it. I’m very careful about my facial expressions. I raise my eyebrows at her and command more information.
She looks at Kip for help and he says. "Don’t look at me. I’m lost too."
She rolls her eyes like we are children. Stacey comes back with our drinks and again brushes my arm with her breasts as she sets them down. I reach in my pants and pull out a tip for her. She grins as I stick it in her cleavage. "Thanks, Big Daddy."
Bianca says. "You’re wasting your time, Hun. He’s got Seary in mind."
She laughs and looks at her. "Then I’m not wasting my time at all. She doesn’t do extracurricular activities." She looks down at me. "My shift ends in a couple of hours. We can hookup then if you’re interested."
I smile at her and ask. "What if I’m gambling?"
"Then you’ll need to go ahead and book a room. Let Beverly know you want me."
"Thanks." I smile at her and she turns away, thinking I’m going to. I look back at Bianca. "OK. So, I do have Seary in mind. Why aren’t you upset by that? It’s not like you to give up."
She laughs. "It’s not like me to fight a losing battle either."
I frown at her not sure which direction to pursue with her implications. "Are you telling me if I had brought a date around you, you would have backed off?"
"No."
I frown harder.
"What I’m telling you is the look on your face when you watched Seary, is the same look on Kip’s face when he looks at me."
"And what look is that?"
She smiles at me and turns to look at Kip. She kisses his lips, then pulls back and runs her fingers down his temple across his jawline. He looks at her mesmerized. She looks back at me and states. "It’s complete commitment."
Her answer startles me. "Commitment? That’s a strong word!"
She gives me a soft look that says she’s right and I’ll discover it on my own.
"What makes you so sure?"
"I’ve known you a long time and I’ve pressured you the entire time. You have never given in, not because you aren’t attracted to me, and not because you wouldn’t dig it, but because you respect our commitment too much. I got that, but I knew I could convince you eventually. This. Her. What I see in your eyes. What I see on your face. That. I will never overcome."
I don’t answer. I don’t have an answer. I don’t know anything right now, except I feel the need to drink. I reach for one of my doubles and slam it down. She and Kip take theirs and Bianca raises hers to me then throws it back. I look at the stage and watch without seeing the dancer on the pole. She does nothing for me.
The three of us sit in silence for a little while longer, then I throw my last shot back and tell them. "I’m going to go gamble. I’ve seen enough for one night."
Kip pushes Bianca off his lap and stands with me. I shake his hand and he says. "I hope Lady Luck smiles down on you."
"Yeah. Thanks."
"How long are you staying?"
"I’m flying home Wednesday."
"Ok. Let me know if you need anything else."
"Will do." I look at Bianca. She is smiling up at me. Leaning down, I kiss the top of her head, then walk away.
As I exit the club, I feel like I’m leaving the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time behind, unresolved, and it’s a haunting feeling. Bianca’s words about Seary and commitment weigh heavy on my mind, knowing she is right. Seary got under my skin, and pierced my heart. Sooner or later, I’m going to have to scratch that itch. My balls and cock jerk confirming they want to lose themselves deep inside her.
Sitting at a table alone in the fake patio area, I see Beverly. No time like the present to seize on an opportunity to move forward. I walk over. She is sitting with an iPad and a drink. She looks up when I pull a chair out. "May I?"
"Certainly." She smiles. "Did you enjoy Seary’s show?"
"I did. That’s what I want to talk to you about."
She sits back in her chair. "May I get you a drink?"
"No. I’m good. Thank you."
"What can I do for you then?"
"I want to book a private meeting in a VIP room. One on one. Just me and this girl."
"Excellent. I can help you with that." She sits back up.
"So I heard. I’m counting you to make my fantasy come true." Laughing, she pulls her iPad to her. "There will be a big bonus for you if you do."
"I like big bonuses. Who’s the lucky girl?"
I pause for emphasis, making her stop and focus on my choice. Remembering what Stacey said about Seary not doing extracurricular activities and wanting Beverly to know I’m serious, I wait until our eyes connect, then I deepen my voi
ce and answer. "Seary."
She looks surprised and says impulsively. "She isn’t available."
I smile with a confident smile. "You didn’t check."
"I don’t have to." She shakes her head. "I already know."
I look away, then look back and give her a determined look, letting my eyes speak to my intentions. Commitment foremost on my mind now. "Ask whoever you need to ask, but ask. I intend to make this happen."
Her look is just as determined as mine. "I’ll ask, but don’t get your hopes up. She hasn’t done a private VIP room in years."
"Ask anyway and get back to me, asap." I stand and push my chair back in, then turn and walk away. Seary’s body dances in my mind and I realize gambling is out of the question. I couldn’t focus even if I wanted to right now. I pass the Steakhouse, and the smell draws me in. I’m hungry and need to eat before I get on the highway.
The hostess asks. "How many?"
"One." Damn. That sounded lonely.
She sits me at a table in the back for two, facing a couple having a romantic dinner together. I try not to watch them, but it’s impossible. With each romantic kiss they exchange or intimate laughter they share, I feel the loneliness of one. While the waiter takes my order, the couple leaves. Sitting there staring at nothing, my mind drifts back to Seary. She is going to be a force to be reckoned with.
My Porterhouse steak is cooked to perfection and I eat it all. It sits heavy in my stomach and with the flight, workout, two cums under my belt, not to mention the alcohol, I consumed, I know I need to get home and get to bed. After checking out, I walk through the casino. Rebecca is enthralled in the people who are gambling with her and doesn’t look up as I pass. Once outside, I hand the valet my ticket. While I’m waiting, I have a thought, and when he comes back with my corvette, I hold out a $20. "Where’s the service entrance?"
He looks down at the tip and says. "I’m new. I don’t know." He smiles, reaching for the tip.
I pull it back, and add another $20 to it. "Which side of the building do the employees enter for work?"
He grins and says. "North side."
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