by Teri Kay
With that, The Cave was born. Because this was an investment that I would be spending a great amount of time at, I wanted it to be a place where I could come and just chill out. We wanted The Cave to be different than the other strip clubs in Vegas. We definitely had the room, with the building being one of the largest three stories in the area. Damon and I came up with the idea that every man needed his cave, and designed rooms and bars with a particular theme in mind. Within six months, we were up and running; within a year we had made the Las Vegas top ten list of best strip clubs. We were obviously on the right track. I had definitely made the right investment with my winnings, despite my advisors' hesitations.
After watching the dismay of so many relationships of the people around me, a girlfriend was not something that I wished to pursue. I was married to the game of poker. Keeping me up late, taking all my money, and making my back hurt like a bitch. Yeah, the game of poker was all the woman I needed. Anything else was just a distraction to my success. But of course, like any other red-blooded man I got horny and needed the feel of a soft woman underneath my body. Surprisingly, there are poker groupies. Women thinking they can fuck their way into your heart and grab a piece of your winnings. Yeah, I may be one of the younger players on the tour, but I was not the naive pup most of these cougars think they were getting their claws into. My life became the epitome of wham, bam, thank you, ma’am,
I had been in Australia for the past month playing in the Down Under Hold ‘em tournament. After being on a plane for the past seventeen hours I was ready to crawl into my booth at The Cave with Vanessa and forget the bad luck streak my trip ended on. Vanessa’s been with us at The Cave since it opened and she and I had developed a genuine bond. I had yet to fuck her, but definitely thought about how nice her pussy would feel wrapped around my cock. Her petite frame, huge tits that were all her own, and ass that would keep any man following her around had made my dick hard quite a few times. At first, Vanessa was just doing the job I paid her to do by listening to me, but over the past year we had genuinely become friends.
“Hey, champ,” she said as she seductively slid in next to me. Vanessa had “come fuck me eyes.” Eyes that grabbed ahold of me and had me wanting to smash my lips on hers. But technically, I was her boss, so I probably shouldn’t let my dick lead in the situation.
“Hey, baby,” I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Did you miss me? How’s business?”
“Don’t I always,” I loved the way she flirted with me. “It has been so busy around here lately. After the kickass summer we had last year, Damon decided he should a hire a few new girls. I was stoked when he asked me to sit in on the interview process. We interviewed about one hundred girls, watched forty dance, and brought ten back for a party night. We ended up choosing three new dancers,” Vanessa’s eyes got bright as she explained all this to me. I knew when we hired Nessa she would be more than just a dancer if we could figure out how to use her assets. “O-M-G, Nathaniel, you would have died laughing if you could have seen some of these girls. There was one girl who had said that she has been here before on one of our theme nights and had a suggestion for us. You’ve heard of furries right? Well, she comes out with just the head of a fox costume on and this hideous orange thing on and does an entire pole dance to, of course, What Does the Fox Say? And the best part was her name, Fanny Fox.”
“A furry? Can’t say I’ve heard of that one. And by the sound of it, I’m sure I want to. So who are the new girls?” I asked looking around to see if I could spot any new faces.
“Why? You getting tired of me already?” she crawled into my lap and began kissing my neck. Vanessa was good at her job and knew how to keep her customers happy. But she also knew exactly where her lines were drawn, and I respected her for that. Other guys at The Cave have asked her out, but dating her clients was something she wouldn’t do. That’s the other reason I’ve never attempted to take it a step further with her.
“Of course not, baby. But like they say variety is the spice of life,” I said, coming off completely cheesy.
“The only one working tonight is Jordyn. Young little college thing,” Vanessa pointed to the stage. “Might be just your type, champ. Would you like to meet her?” she whispered in my ear.
“Sure. If you think she might be my type,” I winked at her as she went to pull Jordyn off the stage. I needed to remember to have a talk with Damon about Vanessa later. She might just be manager material.
Both Vanessa and Jordyn came back to my table with beers and Jack Daniels shots. “Ah, women after my own heart.” Jordyn was undeniably gorgeous. She was tall, with sexy legs that I could imagine feeling incredible wrapped around my body. With the tight lace corset she wore you could see her perfect hourglass shape. And those baby blue eyes that had this crazy sparkle to them. Introductions and typical strip club small talk were made. Where are you from? Do you have a day job? All that bullshit.
'So Hott' by Kid Rock started playing over the speakers. Vanessa and Jordyn gave each other this sexy as fuck look and I knew I was in trouble. Jordyn crawled up and straddled both Vanessa and myself, one leg in between my legs and the other between Nessa’s. Jordyn leaned into Vanessa and kissed her softly from her chest all the way up to her lips. Vanessa’s tongue invaded Jordyn’s mouth like she couldn’t get enough of the way she tasted. A deep, throaty moan came from Vanessa and Jordyn’s thigh squeezed tighter around my leg. Jordyn sat up and leaned over and gently nibbled on my earlobe. I felt my dick beginning to press against the side of my jeans. She slowly stood up and moved her tight body directly in front of me. She spun around, bent over to take a sip of her neon green drink. Jordyn’s ass was two perfectly shaped globes, it was taking everything I had to not press my face into her and bite that cute little butt.
As she took a drink with one hand, she reached around behind her and pulled on the string that was laced up the back of her black and red lace corset and her top fell. Usually, I preferred natural tits- big, small, perky, or saggy—it didn’t matter to me. But between growing up in Los Angeles and now living in Las Vegas, real boobs were hard to come by. Jordyn began to sensually dance in between Vanessa and I, dragging her nails up and down both of our chests. Fuck it was hot. She continued to dance her way closer to me until she was completely straddling my lap. Vanessa stood up to leave. “Where are you going?” I asked, grabbing her wrist, still unable to keep my eyes off Jordyn.
“Enjoy,” Vanessa smirked before walking out and leaving Jordyn and me there alone. This girl could rock her hips like no one I had ever felt before. She continued to grind into my lap and with each shift of her hips, thrusting her sex, there was no stopping, no self-control and my dick continued to grow. She knew what she was doing, it was as if she read my mind and knew just how I liked it and what turned me on. With each bite of her lip and every moan she let escape, I could barely restrain myself from touching her back or better yet pounding the fuck out of her pussy right then and there.
From our conversation earlier, I knew Jordyn was new to Vegas and currently single. “So,” I leaned in close to whisper in her ear, “How are you getting home tonight, sexy?”
“I was hoping you had that answer to that, baby,” she answered in a raspy voice that spoke of sex and trouble.
After that night, Jordyn and I were inseparable. If we weren’t working, then we were fucking. Damon wasn’t thrilled that I was seeing one the girls, but as long as it didn’t interfere with business there wasn’t much he could say about it. I loved watching my girl strip. Something about it gave me a rush straight to my dick. She wiggled that cute little ass and flaunted those beautiful tits for other guys, but it was my mouth all over her body each night.
It didn’t take me long to fall head over heels for Jordyn. She got me. She understood my love for poker and my late nights, she understood my enjoyment strippers, and she understood how to make my dick happy. Four months into our relationship, Jordyn got pregnant. It wasn’t in our plan, but ultimately we were thrilled. At t
wenty-four, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to start a family, but I really didn’t have a choice anymore. Nine months later, Ella Marie Sims was born.
After the birth of Ella, Jordyn had made the decision not to dance anymore. She wanted to pursue a nursing career. I was all for my girl following any dream she had. Jordyn got accepted to the nursing program at San Diego State University. Being the loyal and supportive boyfriend I was, we picked up and moved to San Diego, California. Being away from the card tables meant more traveling for me to be able to make money playing poker. You can’t make shit playing at the Indian casinos they had out there.
The traveling ultimately created a huge point of contention between Jordyn and myself. We were constantly fighting about how much time I was spending away from home. When I first met Jordyn, she seemed to understand what being in a relationship with a professional poker player meant. After Ella was born, she didn’t seem to have that same understanding. I wanted her to be able to go to nursing school and not have to work so she could spend more time with our daughter. Therefore, I needed to play in the big money tournaments, which were not located in San Diego.
Our relationship continued that way for years. Even though we fought like the best of them, we remained together. Somewhere in my messed up head I believed it was better for Ella if her parents were together. So for her sake, we endured the distance that seemed to be dragging us apart. I loved Jordyn, I really did. Did I think she was my forever? No. That’s probably why I never married her. But Jordyn and I had a daughter, and we were pretty damn good in bed together.
I'd been in Vegas playing a week long tournament for television right before Ella’s fourth birthday. I lost it all on day three and asked if I could do all my post interviews early. I was able to make it home a day earlier than expected. I didn’t call Jordyn to tell her, instead I wanted to give her and my J-Ella Bean an early birthday surprise.
Little did I know the surprise would be on me that night when I came home. Upon entering our apartment and I could hear Jordyn’s soft moans coming from our bedroom. Hell yes, I loved to hear my girl getting herself off. It wasn’t an unusual thing for her to do. Pleased that Ella was obviously in bed for the night, I decided to sneak in and kiss her goodnight before I kissed all over her mommy. As I looked down in her bed I realized Ella wasn't there. What the fuck? Where was my daughter? Jordyn probably took her to her parents' so she could have some time to get ready for the party. I hated having to be away so much.
I couldn’t wait to see sink my cock deep into my girl. Even though we fought, she was still my girl and I loved her. As I was walking down the hall, I heard two sets of moans. I stopped to listen. That was not Jordyn. She had a movie on too. Even fucking better. I stripped down naked in the hallway, and started stroking my cock. I wanted to be hard as soon as I went into the room.
“Fuck yes, Alex! Harder! Harder!” Jordyn screamed. What the fuck? I opened the door of my bedroom, dick in hand, to see Jordyn on her hands and knees and Alex, wearing a goddamn strap-on, was fucking her from behind.
“Well, welcome fucking home to me,” I yelled as I watched the two quickly jump up from my bed and grab their robes. You would think I would be excited to come home and find two women in my bed. But I knew Alex from The Cave in Vegas. She was not someone who I wanted in bed, in my home, or in my girl. “You two were fucking made for each other. Where’s Ella?”
“At my mom’s,” Jordyn answered, never looking up from her feet. I backed up to leave. “Can we at least talk about this?”
“Nope. Nothing to say. I’m going to go pick up Ella for the night. We will be here tomorrow in plenty of time for the party. And that bitch better not be here,” I demanded, pointing to Alex.
After that night, I swore on anything I had that I would never date a stripper again.
Hot for Teacher
After my first night at The Cave, all my emotions were tied up in a huge ball right in the pit of my stomach. I was scared to death to get on stage and dance. I'd always been shy but that night, with more of my body exposed than ever, I felt confident. I didn’t dance, but in my barely there outfit, I allowed myself to be free. Now I just needed to figure out a way to let this new found confidence beat the nerves.
“So, what’d ya think?” Vanessa asked as we are walking out of the club. “Can you do this?”
“I think I can. It might take me a little bit of time to take it all in but I know I can do this,” I quietly replied.
“You need to have a bit more confidence in yourself, girl. In this extremely low cut V-neck top thing you have on, there wasn’t a man, or a woman for that matter, that could take their eyes of you and your girls and you weren’t even dancing. You were damn sexy tonight,” she said as she slid her finger down my chest.
“Really?” I'd never seen myself as sexy. I was the kindergarten teacher or the wife. I guess I never thought of myself as someone who could even be sexy. Lucas was always more concerned with the end product rather than making me feel desired.
“Damn straight! You ready for Stripper 101 tonight, Teach?” Vanessa shouted as she cranked up the stereo of her Wrangler and ripped out of the parking lot.
There were a few cars in Vanessa’s driveway when we pulled up. I recognized Rose’s truck and assumed the rest of the cars belonged to the other girls. “Stripper 101, huh? This could be interesting,” I mumbled as we walk in.
“Holy shit,” I mumbled when I stepped into her place. Chairs were set up in the living room for dances and there was some weird lap dance tutorial video playing on the big screen. In Vanessa’s dressing room, all the outfits I purchased the day before were laying across the table, and there was an area set up in the corner for pictures. “Oh. Hell. No.” When I looked across the hall into Vanessa’s bedroom, I noticed a stripper pole in middle of the room. Nice, girl!
“Hey biotch! You ready for some fun tonight?” Rose jumped in front of me out of nowhere and handed me my regular vodka and cranberry.
“More than you know,” I answered grabbing my drink and walking out of the room with a smirk.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Rose shouted.
I handed Jade my phone and told her to play Closer by Nine Inch Nails. “Rose, sit your ass down in that chair.” My best friend was the only one I think I could do this with for the first time. I quickly sucked down the rest of my drink. “Alright, here goes nothing,”
The music started. I got down on my hands and knees and started crawling towards Rose. I threw my hair around in a sexy flip that guys seemed to go crazy for. I stopped just in front of her, sat on my knees and rubbed my hands up and down her legs as my body bounced up and down. I could see the surprised look on Rose’s face as I started to dance in front of her. When I stood up, I ran my hands all the way up her body and straddled her lap. As I swayed my hips back and forth in front of Rose all the girls around me started to cheer me on. Lap dancing was all about moving your body in a way that mimics sex and actually fucking someone with your eyes.
“Is there something you need to tell me?” Rose asked, cocking her head to one side.
“I can dance,” I laughed.
“Umm, obviously. Care to explain this sudden knowledge of lap dances?”
“Well,” I started to climb off Rose’s lap, “since my divorce, I needed to do something for me. Lucas had this weird aversion to strip clubs, and the last thing he ever did toward the end was make me feel sexy. And you know that I hate the gym, so I started going to Ms. Jewel’s dance studio. You should see my ass work the pole.”
“Looks like we can skip the dance lessons,” Vanessa chuckled. “On to the ensembles!”
The girls reluctantly pushed me into the dressing room to start trying on outfits. “Fine,” I huffed, “but what’s the point of the pictures?”
“You want to make a lot of money fast right?” Ashlynn asked. I nodded. “Well, then you need to look like an eleven every fuckin’ night.”
“She’s right,” Rose chimed in.
“Even I did the pictures. The girls will help you match up outfits that make your body look the best. And you’re even more of a challenge because we need to match wig and contact colors to change your appearance. The pictures will allow you to see the outfits you like.”
“Alright, ladies. I trust you. Let’s do this!” Clothes, shoes, and wigs started flying everywhere.
“So why did Nathan hightail it out of the club when you introduced him to Vaughn?” Ashlynn asked Vanessa.
“He started following the Vaughn Haley Instagram after he drove us back to the hotel after the dirty-thirty!” Rose jumped in to answer.
“Wait! Nathan was there?” Ashlynn squealed. “And where did this Vaughn Haley come from?”
“Yeah, baby, he was. We may need to have a chat with him about that,” Vanessa answered. “And I have no idea why he left so quickly.”
“What’s Mr. Nathaniel Sims’s story?” I inquired.
Vanessa turned to me. “Nathan is a regular. He’s a professional poker player and comes to The Cave to unwind. He’s been coming there since it opened. He and Damon have been best friends since college. The rest is his to tell.” Something told me there was more to the story by the look on Vanessa’s face.
The rest of the night was a blur of outfit changes, camera flashes and pole dances. For a world that I felt so apart from two weeks ago, now it seemed normal. It was time to start living my life for me.
**
My first week at The Cave passed in a flash. My confidence was slowly building and I was really beginning to enjoy what I was doing. For the first couple of days, I just worked the floor and the poles around the club. Damon had been patient with me, letting me ease my way into it. I think Vanessa and Rose may have talked to him about my situation.
