by Summer Rose
“Yes, I am.”
I opened the next box which inside was a pair of sexy stilettos I assumed were to wear with the dress. As I opened the remainder packages, I found lace panties, a matching bra, and a lace handbag.
I was still overwhelmed; I sat there in silence and stared at the gifts.
“You forgot one.” he pointed at a package.
I couldn’t figure out why Ralph was being so nice. He had done so much already.
“Nina, do you like it?”
“Yes, thank you! I love it all. When? How did you know what size?
“Slow down. I know your body. I know what I like, and I took the time to find out what I needed to know.”
I listened attentively to him as he explained how he took the time to study my body and the curves of it. It was as if he built me himself.
He ran his hand up and down my back as he told me my narrow back reminded him of a valley because the middle of it was so deep, it could hold water without running off.
He stood behind me, looked over my shoulders, and told me how my breasts were like mountains of perfect double D’s. Then he bent down as he examined my legs.
“Stallion” He whispered as he kissed my calves. He kissed round my leg to my right foot. “Perfect size 7.”
He was right on target. I was so drawn into Ralph. He was so thoughtful and generous. How did I meet such a man? Where did he come from?
Chapter 16
New Life
The hotel was swarmed with people checking in and out as I walked through the lobby. I was on my way to the elevators when the guest services clerk stopped me.
“Ms. Waltz? Ms. Waltz?” “Yes?”
“I’m sorry to bother you Ms. Waltz, but there was someone here asking for you. Well actually, she was quite insistent. She demanded your room number, however that is against our policy.” she said.
“Did she leave her name?”
I had an idea of who it was.
“No ma’am, she didn’t leave any information of who she was. She just said she would return.”
I was in awe. I knew it had to be Tina, but I couldn’t figure out how she knew where I was. I didn’t tell many people my business, so I knew I could narrow it down.
Pretty
I left the front desk to start my investigation. I knew it wouldn’t be hard to find out who it was. I made it to my room and began unpacking my things that Ralph had bought me in Vegas.
I was still so wired up from the trip that I really didn’t care who my stalker was. I found myself blushing at the way Ralph worshiped my body. Although we didn’t sleep together, I know he wanted me. He was the perfect gentleman, if there ever was one.
Too bad, I don’t date men
As I sat on the edge of the bed, I began to think about my mystery guest. I was just about to call Pretty and ask her if and why she told Tina where I was. I just couldn’t figure out how she knew which hotel I was in. I never told Pretty where I was staying because I really wasn’t sure myself, and I knew she could possibly tell Tina.
I flipped opened my phone and was about to dial up Pretty when my phone rang.
Pretty! Ain’t this a coincidence?
“Hey Luscious what’s up? It’s Pretty. Are you busy?”
“What a surprise. You tell me what’s up. Then while you’re at it, why don’t you tell me where your girl is.”
She sat on the phone quiet as a mouse. Then she finally asked, “Who?”
That pissed me off instantly. I almost cursed her out right then, but I still needed information so I kept my cool.
“You know who I’m talking about, Tina. Why is she in Dallas looking for me?”
She seemed stunned. She admitted that she had no idea Tina was in Dallas, nor that she was looking for me.
She said that they haven’t even spoken since I left.
I really didn’t believe her, but she had never given me a reason to distrust her. I let it go, talked to her about Panties, and asked if she was making any money. I told her how good everything was going for me and that I didn’t plan to come back soon. She asked about the expenses of renting an apartment in Dallas verses renting in Oklahoma. It was a little more expensive, but I could afford it with the amount of money I was making.
“I am so jealous, I wish I was there. I need a break!” she complained.
“A break from what, I thought you like Panties?”
I wish I could trust her not to tell Tina my business, because I knew in time I would get bored being by myself.
I knew having someone there with me would make the time go by.
I needed to have someone there I knew, and could hang out with. Pretty was about the money and I knew she could help me to stay focused. I had Ralph there, but I didn’t know him that well or know how long he would be around.
“Pretty, are you sure you didn’t tell Tina where I was?”
I had to know for sure. I hated liars and I hated people scheming behind my back. Even though that made me a bit of a hypocrite, I still didn’t care for them. Yes, I lied and even cheated, but I guess I really didn’t take the lesbian relationship as seriously as I took heterosexual ones.
The fact remained, if she knew where Tina was, I was giving her the chance to speak up. I had a wee bit of a temper and I didn’t want her to try it, as Tina did.
She swore she knew nothing about Tina; fact was, they had an argument the day after I left because Pretty wouldn’t let her move in, until she got her own place.
She said that they were cool, but not that cool for her to be invading her space.
Tina must have took that as some sort of betrayal and accused her of trying to fuck me and that she was jealous of our relationship the whole time.
“Hold up, what?” I asked. I was stunned.
“Yes, I didn’t want to tell you all that, but your girl went plum crazy! I was about to get in her ass to for jumping up in my face, but I just walked away cause I didn’t want to have beef with you.”
“Why would you have beef with me?” We’re not together, even if we were, that’s between you and Tina.”
“Well incase y’all got back together.” she suggested.
I assured her that Tina and I were not getting back together and whatever goes on between the two of them, was between the two of them.”
I was tired of all the catty shit women like Tina did. I was tired of spiteful ass women period. I wondered how I even fell into desiring women the way that I did. I was lost, and it was time I found myself.
I loved Tina, but it was over. I had moved to another state and was starting my life over, without her. I had enough of the insecurities and watching her do nothing with her life. She had good ideas of what she wanted to do; she just never followed through with any of them.
Now that I was own my own, it gave me a chance to explore other avenues and see more of what the
world had to offer. I felt that the world was my oyster and I was looking for a pearl.
Rambling through my caboodle, I made sure all my make-up and body sprays were there.
I was preparing to go back to work and needed to boost myself up.
I enjoyed the money, but hated the hustle. I was tired of men in my face saying stupid things that I had to laugh at, just to get a measly dollar tip out of them or a twenty-dollar table dance. It was a little more worth it for the fifty dollar dances.
If it were my way, there wouldn’t be any talking. The men wouldn’t be able to talk, or touch the girls. The tips would be placed in a tip jar when each girl went up to dance. If a table dance was bought, the person would pay in advance with a minimum of two dances.
If this were a perfect world!
It would help too if there weren’t so many girls giving away their goodies for pennies! It was getting harder to make money, especially when one girl is letting the men finger-fuck her and another is giving blowjobs in the corner. Then when I come around to get a table dance, they’re waiting for me to do the same thing!
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nbsp; I wasn’t having it, nor was I going to suck on some strange ass, stinking man’s dick! When that didn’t work, I started getting more and more offers to do private shows, which in laymen’s terms, means have sex with them.
There were many of the dancers prostituting out of the club, hell, some were doing it in the club. When you think a girl is grinding a guy for a long time, more likely he is finger fucking her.
Then there are times when she puts her hair over his face and lets him suck her nipples. There are all kinds of prostituting going on in the clubs. That can cause all the girls to go to jail, and have a soliciting charge on their record.
Then when the “good” girls come along, it’s hard to get one table dance unless he is one of your regulars.
The skanks in the club definitely made it harder to make money the legal way.
I grabbed my bag and started out early to get my traditional drink and meal before work.
I had forgotten how I loathed dancing until it was time for me to go back. Even just a couple of days away from the club can make you want to quit and I did, often.
I went to Razzoo’s, a Cajun restaurant nearby and had crawfish etouffee. It was so good; I didn’t even want to go to work with the bulge it left in my stomach.
I would quit this shit and get a job that I can wear all my nice clothes if I made the same kind of money.
I threw back three more shots of tequila to help with the margarita I had before. I still couldn’t do this job sober. Most girls couldn’t do this job without some sort of an enhancer. The sad part is that one enhancer leads to another. First, it starts with liquor, then weed. Then it seems that the high from weed is not enough, and then comes the desire to be high and have lots of energy that you get from cocaine.
The desire seems to grow and grow. The desire turns into anything they can get their hand on, acid, crack, and eventually meth. I’ve seen girls go down fast in this business, They start to age, the drugs takes a negative effect on their bodies and make them look old and worn out.
I didn’t know what kind of lives these girls had before to make them choose that lifestyle.
Whatever it was, if the mind wasn’t strong, dancing in a club for money can only lead to destruction and I wasn’t trying to be one of them. I planned to get mine, and get the hell out of that lifestyle as fast as I could.
Chapter 17
Oh My God!
The loud ringtone of my phone woke me out of a peaceful dream filled sleep. It pissed me off because I was dreaming of Denzel, and he was about to remind me of what I’d been missing in a man. “This better be Denzel!” I griped, looking at my caller id.
“Ralph? What does he want this early in the morning?”
I sat up and looked at the phone. I was trying to decide if I wanted to answer it, or let it go to voicemail and call him back later. It had been about a week since I saw or heard from him. He said he had a business meeting out of town.
Luckily, for him I chose to answer, but I was too late. It went to voicemail when I answered. I checked my messages, but it was empty.
Hmm, maybe he realized how early it is. I guess he’s back.
I was about to go back to sleep when the phone rang again. I decided to answer so he wouldn’t keep calling.
He was bright and cheery as usual, “Nina?”
“Yes?” I answered, a little annoyed that he called me again.
“Hey darling, I called to see if maybe we could get together for dinner tonight.”
I had to work, but I didn’t want him to know, “Well that sounds great Ralph, but I’m sorry I can’t make it tonight.”
“Why not,” he sounded disappointed.
I thought he was a little too damn nosy.
“Well, I have a couple of things I have to do this evening. What about lunch?”
He hesitated a moment before he answered, “No, I’m actually still out of town, but I’m driving in later this afternoon.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you were still out of town. Are you working?”
“Yes, I will finish up here after a meeting, have lunch, and head back to Dallas.”
“What do you do again?” I asked in a round- about way, because he was always so vague before.
“Well, I dabble in the oil business a little and conduct business throughout the country.”
That’s not what he told me before!
I was more than curious at this point. “So, what is this higher power you told me about?”
“Maybe we could discuss it over dinner, now is not a good time.”
It’s not a good time. He called me!
“Okay, we will have to do dinner tomorrow then, tonight’s bad for me.”
Ralph was understanding and accepted dinner the next night. He told me he would just grab a quick bite and find something else to do until we hooked up.
I was relieved that was over, and I turned over on my stomach and tried to go back to sleep. I looked at the clock and decided to sleep for another hour.
I had to prepare for work since I was sidetracked with Las Vegas and being spoiled. Ralph had given me enough money that I was able to take a break here and there.
I woke to a loud knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, but I knew my ex was looking for me. I didn’t answer in hopes that whoever it was would just go away.
“Room service,” the voice announced.
“I didn’t order room service.”
“It’s ordered and paid for ma’am.”
“Just leave it at the door,” I demanded, because I didn’t know what was really going on.
I didn’t normally give the hotel staff a hard time, but I was there alone, with an ex-stalker on the loose.
“I’m sorry ma’am, but my instructions are to prepare it for you.”
By this time, I was pissed off. I ran to the door and swung it open. I was about to do some mad yelling until I saw tulips, which were my favorite flowers, and a cook.
“What the hell?” At that point, I already knew that it was Ralph’s idea. He pulled that before, so I knew better.
“For you Miss,” the cook handed me an envelope.
Since I can’t be there to cook for you
This will have to do.
Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Enjoy, Ralph
I put the note on the table. “Wow, what are you suppose to do?”
The cook started pulling out skillets and spatulas. “I am here to make you an omelet to your liking.
I have several ingredients for you to choose from, and I will make it for you here.”
I was again impressed by Ralph’s thoughtfulness. I ordered an omelet with shrimp, tomato, green onion, and cheese. While I waited, I had coffee and a croissant as I watched him prepare a masterpiece.
This man never ceases to amaze me
I finished my breakfast and called Ralph to thank him for his kindness. I wanted him to know that I appreciated everything, and thought very highly of him.
Hmmm, no answer
I left him a message and continued with my day. I had too much to do, like move to another hotel. I didn’t want Tina to find me. I wasn’t afraid of her; I just didn’t need her drama anymore. I didn’t want to hear anything she had to say.
I will move out in a couple of days once I get to know my way around better.
I left my room, and headed out to search other hotels. I chose an Embassy Suites closer to work. You can never go wrong with them. I felt more comfortable staying near the club since I’d been working more. I made reservations to move the next morning. No sense in prolonging it; I didn’t have a lot to move. I felt my safety was more important than anything else. I had to feel at my best in order to do this job.
After finishing my errands, having a great lunch, and getting my hair and nails done, I was ready for work. I was looking good and feeling wonderful. I felt my stress level going down and my hustle level soar upward.
Make that money, honey!
I went back to the hotel and let the
front desk know that I would be moving out the next morning and that I would need the final bill. I didn’t even wait around to hear their promises that everything would be okay if I stayed.
I ran upstairs, packed my things, showered, and started preparing for work, which included a glass of Chardonnay.
I pulled on the sexiest black cat suit with my strappy patent leather stilettos. I chose white gold earrings and a matching bangle bracelet. I tousled my long flowing mane and shined my lips with gloss. I was on a mission and knew how to get it.
It’s time to go shake what my momma gave me.
I did my “shake what my momma gave me” dance before I left.
Some of you know what that is.
The Cabaret was on fire! The place was packed from the parking lot, to cars parked on the street. Friday was definitely the night to work. I knew I could easily make about a grand.
I pulled up to the valet, and waited for the attendant to open my door. I loved the class of the club. Nothing; like Panties.
The attendant ran to my door, opened it, and helped me with my bag from the trunk.
“Looking good Luscious,” He observed.
I went to the dressing room to get ready for my shift. The make-up artist, Jena, made my face and I put on a white silk gown that I bought downstairs in the boutique.
“You look like an angel.” Jena admired.
“Awe, thank you,” I blushed, like an innocent child.
After I finished my last touches, I went downstairs to put my name on the list and scan the club. There were so many men out there just waiting to spend some money. I was already wishing the night was over.
There were over a hundred girls there and I was still making money. I was up next on the list, and knew I had to dance my ass off! I knew that might have been my only chance to show what I was working with. There were way too many girls on the list and more were coming.
I was on my second song and had one more to do when I noticed a familiar face standing on the side of the stage waiting for me to come and get my tip. I couldn’t really see who it was, but I was going to make my way over once I collected the other tips.
