Stronger With Her

by JA Hensley

  “Stephanie, turn around. I need to see that you’re really okay.” I reluctantly stand up and turn around. He’s grinning down at me, shaking his head.

  “Baby, you’re too much. I guess that was a first for you?” he asks pulling me into a hug.

  I can’t find my voice so I nod against his chest. I really wish the bathroom floor would open up and I could fall away right now.

  “It’s okay, you know. I can’t imagine what it’s like, but you don’t have to do that anymore if you don’t want to. It was amazing, probably the best I’ve ever had, but if it makes you uncomfortable, you don’t have to.” He’s rubbing his hand up and down my back and I feel so stupid.

  “It was a surprise, okay. I didn’t know that it would be like that, and I didn’t think I could swallow without gagging. That’s not a reflection on you, I promise. I liked making you crazy, I just don’t think that eating semen is my thing.”

  James laughs out loud and it confuses me even more.

  “Oh, baby, you’re too much. You don’t have to justify yourself to me. I loved everything you did so don’t worry about this. I’m not one of those guys who demands that his woman take everything he gives her. Whatever makes you happy is fine with me,” he says kissing me on my head. I feel so much better knowing that he’s not upset.

  “You want to take a shower?” I ask trying to move the conversation away from what will forever be known as the spitting incident.

  “Of course, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, picking me up and walking us the few feet to the shower.

  Tonight’s the night we get our revenge on Jake. I’m nervous about it, but I know that it’s going to be fine. We’ve got everything planned out and the bouncers are on board. Once I explained to Trevor and the owners what I wanted to do and why, they didn’t hesitate to offer their support. It’s going to be hard leaving this place. Not because I liked taking my clothes off, per se, but everyone has been so great to me. Well, except the other strippers, but that’s not really an issue.

  James, Becca, and Colin are sitting at the bar. Colin has a scowl on his face and is standing between Becca and everyone else. He’s so protective I’m surprised he let her come here. Not that she would have listened if he told her no, but it’s still a shock. I hope none of these idiots try to talk to her because he would kick their ass and it would probably ruin our plans.

  Jake is on the other side of the room close to the stage. Joe, Jason, and John are with him. I don’t have any idea what story they told him to get him here, and I don’t care. I’ve been assured that he’s clueless as to what’s about to happen and that the boys will make sure he doesn’t get kicked out of the club before we take the stage.

  I head backstage to join Christin, I mean, Cinnamon, who’s getting ready for her debut dance. She’s putting the finishing touches on her makeup before I help her with her wig and clothes.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask hesitantly. “You know you don’t have to. I can take care of it.”

  She shakes her head violently. “Huh uh, you’re not talking me out of this. I told you before that I could tame this fucker, and I plan to do just that. Besides your man would have a fit if you took your clothes off out there again. I’ve got this, I promise. It’ll be great,” she says with a smile.

  “I don’t know what I’d do without you and Becca,” I say tearfully. “When Erin died I never imagined that I would have another sister, and now I have two.”

  “Yes, you do, and if you let one of those tears fall this sister is going to bitch slap you. Now, come on and help me get ready. No time for sappy shit when we have a man’s ego to crush.”

  I laugh out loud and the tears fall anyway. Thankfully Christin doesn’t mention it.

  Once I finish my makeup, I slip into my hot pink pleated micro mini skirt with the matching thong underneath. James will probably be pissed that my ass is hanging out, but he’ll just have to deal with it. This has to be believable and there’s no way Vixen would go out on that stage wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. My choice of top is a little more conservative by stripper standards. I’ve chosen a cropped halter top with a crisscross lacing across the back. It’s hot pink as well, and it covers my boobs really well. I dig out my seven-inch rhinestone encrusted platform heels with the tinted bottom and slip them on. They look like the color is dripping from the sole of the shoe and they sparkle like crazy under the stage lights. I even have a matching wig. I probably look like a unicorn puked on me, but I don’t care. Pink and sparkles make me happy.

  Christin has chosen a different look. She’s got an amazing ass and hips, and they look fantastic encased in a clingy strapless black mini dress. She threads one of the smallest thongs I’ve ever seen up her legs and pulls the shiny fabric down to barely cover herself. She’s decided to style her hair in a curly pile on top of her head, the blonde being tinted red for tonight. Gold hoop earrings and a fake nose stud complete the outfit.

  “Which shoes should I wear?” she asks holding up two choices.

  “I think if you’re not used to really high heels, you go for the four-inch ones. That way you won’t trip.”

  “You’re probably right, but the black ones are so pretty.” She’s not wrong, they’re gorgeous.

  “But those are six inches and that will make you over six feet tall. Are you sure you want to look Jake in the eye?”

  “Ahh, good point. Better to make him think he’s in control. I get it,” she winks.

  “Are you sure you’ve never done this before? You seem to understand a lot about it.”

  “Nope, never stripped. I do know how to bring a man to his knees, though. Just applying the same logic to this.” She smiles and sits to put on her red patent leather heels.

  “Vixen, you’re up in five minutes,” Trevor calls from the doorway.

  “Thank you. We’ll be ready.”

  Christin and I put the finishing touches on our outfits and makeup in silence. There’s really not much to say when going into a situation like this. I just hope she’s ready for the kind of reception she’s likely to get out there. She’s gorgeous and looks amazing right now. Jake’s not going to know what hit him.

  “Let’s head to the stage so we can be ready when they call our names,” I say as I take her hand and lead her to the wings of the stage.

  Once we’re in place I stop and look her in the eye.

  “I can’t thank you enough for helping me. James appreciates it too because he’d kill every man in here if they saw me naked again. You’re such a great friend.” I pull her into a strong hug.

  “You know I’m here for you. This is going to be fun. I’ve always wondered what it was like to be a stripper, and now I’ll get to find out. It’s a bonus that I get to help take down a douchebag in the process.”

  The emcee interrupts our conversation.

  “Now on the main stage, the one you came to see, The Shady Sprocket’s own Vixen and her friend, Cinnamon!” The room erupts in high-pitched whistles and cat calls. Christin and I turn our backs on the crowd while we wait for the music to start.

  The first few beats of Christina Aguilera’s “Not Myself Tonight” comes over the sound system and the crowd goes quiet. Obviously this is not the song I usually dance to and I think they’re surprised. Christin and I worked out a short routine, but I’m going to let her take the lead while Trevor and Broc set up the stage for our dance with Jake.

  I take the pole first, climbing all the way to the top while Christin dances around the bottom. Once I’ve got my legs wrapped around it, I slowly slide upside down toward the stage. Christin arches back and we share a quick kiss. The crowd goes wild so we do it again. I’ve never kissed a woman, but it’s not that bad. Christin dances away and I continue my descent to the floor, ending in the splits. I catch Trevor’s eye and give him a nod. He moves to the stage with a chair and a microphone.

  I let Christin continue teasing the crowd while taking the mic and standing by the curtain. The music e
nds and the spotlight focuses on me.

  “Welcome to The Shady Sprocket. Is everyone having a good time?” Cheers follow and Christin makes her way to stand next to me.

  “I’m Vixen and I want to thank you all for coming out tonight. It’s my last dance and I want to make it unforgettable.” I hear a lot of groans and several shouts of “no,” but I hear one man cheer. I roll my eyes because I know it’s James.,

  “Anyway, my friend Cinnamon and I wanted to do a little something special. This is a one-time thing so don’t you boys go thinking that you’ll see this again. We’re going to try something new. Most of you know that I don’t do lap dances, but I thought I’d try one on my last night. Who wants to be our victim?”

  Men are shouting, trying to climb on the stage, raising their hands, and acting like children. I can see Trevor shaking his head as he and Broc try to control the crowd.

  “If you don’t calm down, we won’t do this,” I shout into the microphone. This seems to settle them down some. I look at Christin and wink. She nods and we both walk down the catwalk, pretending to be searching for the lucky guy. We tease them for a few seconds until I spot Jake. I make a beeline to him and bend down when I’m right in front of him.

  “What’s your name, sweetheart?” I point the mic in his face.

  “Uh, Jacob,” he stammers. It takes everything I’ve got not to roll my eyes.

  “Well, Uh, Jacob, tonight’s your lucky night. Why don’t you come up here and sit in that chair? We’re going to show you a really good time.”

  He pushes two of his brothers out of the way in his haste to get to the stage. This is going to be easier than I could have imagined.

  Jake is sitting where I told him to, smiling like he won the fucking lottery. The spotlight centers on him and I put the microphone down. Christin and I stand on opposite sides of the chair and wait for the music to start. I look out at the crowd and see James. He’s standing closer to the stage than he was with his arms crossed over his massive chest and a pissed off look on his face. I smile at him, hoping that will calm things down, but it doesn’t seem to work. I just hope that he doesn’t do anything stupid to fuck this up, like go all caveman and carry me off the stage.

  I hear LL Cool J’s voice as “Doin’ It” starts playing. I start to wiggle my ass and sway back and forth. Christin is mirroring my movements. As the first verse takes off, I shift and move behind the chair, Christin moves in front of Jake and turns around, grinding her ass against his crotch. From my vantage point, I can see just how excited he is with what she’s doing. I put my hands in his hair and scratch his scalp as Christin bends over and thrusts her ass against him. His hips buck upward, and I know we’ve got him where we want him.

  Running my fingernails down Jake’s face and neck, I may have pushed a little harder than necessary and left some marks. He doesn’t seem to notice, but I take great pleasure in it. The chorus of the song takes over and Christin turns around and straddles his lap. I bend over his shoulder and pull the top of her dress down, exposing her breasts to Jake. Christin puts her hands on his head and pulls his face into her chest. We give each other another light kiss over the top of him and the crowd goes wild. Just for added effect I lick her lip as I pull back. She’s giving Jake the lap dance of his life and it’s quite impressive to watch. You’d never know that this is her first time doing it.

  Jake is moaning out loud now. He puts his hands on Christin’s hips, which is normally not allowed and starts thrusting up into her. She pulls his head back to her chest and winks at me. She knows it won’t take long, but she has to keep him distracted from where he is if we want things to end well. I reach around him and scrape my nails on his chest, which causes him to buck again. Christin whispers in his ear never missing a beat as she dry humps him on stage.

  To everyone in the crowd, it probably looks like a very intense lap dance, but I know exactly when we’ve reached our goal. I see his hands clench and his neck freeze. Christin continues to move against him and keeps his face in her cleavage. When he relaxes his grip, she gives him a tweak on his nose and makes a show of climbing off his lap. I pull Jake’s head back to look at me while Christin draws the crowd’s attention to the wet crotch of his pants.

  “Well, that’s embarrassing,” the emcee says through the sound system. We take the opportunity to point and laugh while we dance to the rest of the song. The crowd joins us in our laughter as Jake just sits there in a daze. It takes until the last chorus of the song for him to realize that he just came in his pants during a lap dance in front of the entire club. Some of the other girls have come over and when they see him, they also start laughing.

  Jake jumps out of the chair and falls flat on his face. The crowd erupts as he gets up and tries to get off the stage, covering his crotch. It’s the perfect revenge.

  Christin and I finish our dance but before we can go backstage, I’m being lifted off my feet. I should have known he’d do this. I’m thrown over a big shoulder and given a great view of his ass. I use my arms to lift my body just enough to see Christin wave at me as she picks up the money and saunters off stage.

  It’s killing me to sit here and watch my girl touch my brother. I know that this is her revenge and she doesn’t want anything to do with him, but I can’t take it. The men in the club are staring at her ass hanging out of that little pink skirt. I almost had a heart attack when she climbed the stripper pole and flipped over. I thought for sure her tits were going to fall out of that tiny top, and then I would have to punch every asshole in here.

  I glance over to my other brothers and they all have their mouths hanging open, watching the show. They better not be looking at Stephanie. Joe breaks his gaze first and turns in my direction. When he sees me watching them he gives me a thumbs-up and a smile. I growl a little as I narrow my eyes at him, just to make sure he knows what’s up. Joe shakes his head and laughs but goes back to watching the show. I’ll deal with him later.

  The crowd erupts in laughter and my shoulders sag in relief. It’s over. I see Christin and Stephanie pointing at Jacob and he’s clueless. He looks relaxed and satisfied for about ten seconds. When he finally breaks through his post-orgasm haze he gets up from the chair quickly, but his knees don’t hold, and he falls onto the stage. The laughter is louder as he shakes his head, likely to clear it. His face is flushed, his eyes are half open and he can’t seem to find his way off the stage. His khaki pants are dark around the crotch, and it’s obvious to everyone in the room that Jacob just came in his pants. No man ever wants that to happen at a strip club or with any beautiful woman. Coming from a dry hump is something you stop doing as a teenager or your sex life suffers.

  I’ve had enough of my woman being on that stage in front of these sex-starved lunatics. She doesn’t see me as I walk to the end of the catwalk and climb two of the stairs. Putting my hands on her thighs I lift her over my shoulder and cover her ass with one hand. She smacks my back, but I don’t stop. I nod toward Becca and Colin and he returns the gesture. He’s a pretty cool guy, but I know he hated having his girl in that place too. I carry Stephanie out of the club and don’t put her down until I can put her in my truck.

  “Do you feel better?” I ask her.

  “Yes, I do. That’s exactly what he deserved. What a perv,” she says smiling and shaking her head.

  “I’m glad that’s the last time I’ll ever have to go in there.”

  “You won’t go back?”

  “The only reason I would ever set foot in that place again would be to get you out of there,” I answer roughly. It doesn’t faze Stephanie though.

  “Well, then I guess you’ll never have to worry about it,” she says snuggling against me. I smile and drive us away from the best and worst place I’ve ever been.

  This is one day I’ve been dreading. I know it’s time for everyone to move on, but it’s still hard to let go. Just knowing that things were undisturbed was enough to maintain the illusion of normalcy. But, nothing’s been normal for a while.


  “Are you sure you want to do this? It’s not going to be any fun, and I’ll probably be a miserable bitch.”

  “Try and stop me. I’m here for you, and I know what you’re going through. If you just want me to sit in the truck, I will, but you’re not going through this alone.”

  James pulls me closer to him. We’ve been sitting in my parent’s driveway for twenty minutes arguing about whether or not he wants to come inside. I know I’m being difficult, but I don’t want him to feel like he’s obligated. It’s going to be a very sad day as we clean out my sister’s room.

  “I’m here for you no matter what, Steph. You should know that by now,” he says as he kisses the top of my head. I snuggle closer to him trying to soak up as much of his strength as I can.

  “All right, let’s get this over with,” I announce as I move toward the door. James shakes his head and pulls me back.

  “You can do this, you know. I’ll be by your side all day long.”

  “I know, and I don’t know how to thank you.” My eyes are filling with tears and we haven’t gone inside yet.

  “No need, just let me help you.” I give him a brave smile and he squeezes my hand.

  “Let’s go,” James says as he opens his door and pulls me out with him. We make our way up the walk and are met on the porch by my mother.

  “I wondered when you were going to come inside,” she says sympathetically. I allow her to pull me into an embrace, trying not to cry.

  “Mom,” I say as I pull back, “this is James. I hope you don’t mind that he came with me.”

  “Not at all, sweetie. We know this is difficult. I’m glad you have someone to be here for you. Come on inside,” she says as she gestures toward the door. James holds it open for us to enter.

  The first thing that hits me is the smell. It’s just so familiar and comforting. I know that every house has a unique smell but this one smells like dryer sheets and my mother’s perfume. It’s just like I remember. Then I notice that there’s no furniture in the living room. I look up at my mom and she’s biting her nails.