by Terry Towers
No matter. I’d go home. Get some food. Maybe a nap. Shower and then off to job number one for the evening.
~*~ TT ~*~
Shawn’s brewery and bar was nice and peaceful compared to the strip club. It was busy, don’t get me wrong on that, it featured beer from all over the world and was actually a destination spot for Las Vegas tourists, most of which were happy to be here and tipped well for their drinks. But what set it apart was the fact there weren’t masses of screaming, plastered women trying to catch a feel of whatever body part that came within reach.
Having been to a man’s strip club and then working for a woman’s club, I can tell you right now that women were by far the rowdier of the two sexes. While men generally kept their hands to themselves knowing the rules and knowing if they did get to hands on that they’d get their asses kicked by security; on the flip side women touched, grabbed and caressed every part they could. There wasn’t a night that went by that I didn’t get my junk groped at least five times a night.
But I digress… It was part of the job. And the job paid well so I wasn’t about to complain too much about it. Besides, it was all a means to an end. That was all.
“I really wish you could stay later tonight Xander,” my boss and owner of the bar said, filling up several glasses with the newly released brew. “We’re getting slammed.”
I grimaced. “I’m sorry. I really am. But I’ve got to perform tonight. Saturday nights are insane and the boss has a big party coming in.”
“And the money is better.”
A smile touched my lips as heat lightly colored my cheeks. “That too. You know I have a plan and I’m getting closer by the day. With any luck I’ll have enough money saved to start my own brewery very soon. It’ll be small to begin with, but it’ll be mine.”
“Yeah, yeah. Come here. Work with me for five years and then leave with all the brewing knowledge that I’ve bestowed upon you, my young grasshopper, to become my competition.” He shook his head and scowled, but I knew he was just joking. We'd become great friends over the years, and he rooted for me almost as much as I was rooting for myself.
“I’ll give you a healthy discount on the beer I produce.”
“Boy, thanks. I appreciate that.” Shawn said dryly, turning from me and serving the glasses to the customers waiting for them.
“Anything else I can get ya?” I asked, sliding the glass of beer I’d poured across the bar to the pretty young woman on the other side. Her dark eyes looked down at the beer and then back up, and she batted her lashes at me. “Maybe I can see you tonight? After you get off work?”
Chuckling, I leaned forward catching her gaze. “I don’t get off for a while.”
“I’m patient.” She slipped a long black lock over her shoulder.
“Well, if you really want to see me after I’m done here...” Straightening, I reached in my back pocket and pulled out a business card for the club, Moist, that I stripped at. “You can head on over to the club I work at. When you’ve got your fill with the brew here. The brew here is far superior to the generic shit they serve there. Though they do have a few craft brews in now, I think.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re a stripper?”
Taking another step back, I motioned to my body clad in a pair of jeans and a tight fitting, black ribbed t-shirt and winked. “Male entertainer, baby. Gotta get it right.”
“When do you go on? Tonight?”
I nodded to the card. “Show’s at 9pm and 11pm.” Wagging a finger at her I added, “Better see you and your friends there.”
She nodded. “You sure will.”
“Pouching my customers as well,” Shawn joked.
“I’ll send them on back after the show with all their friends.” Giving my boss and friend a slap on the back, I added, “Now I have to run. I’ll try to get back to help out before closing.” The bar and club were only a couple blocks from each other so when I hurried, I could sometimes help out for an hour or two before we shut the brewery down for the night.
Chapter 2
Ellie
“Come on Ellie, another shot!” the bride-to-be yelled out, sliding the shot of tequila over to me. “Drink up.”
Frowning, I shook my head. My head was already spinning from the previous shots I’d consumed. “I can’t. I’ve had a few already and when we get to the club, I need to talk to the owner about their calendar. I can’t talk business drunk.”
“But this is my bachelorette party!” Justine whined, her blue eyes begged me to take another shot.
With a sigh, I accepted the drink. “Okay, but seriously this is the very last one.”
“Yes. Of course.”
“Okay.” Taking the shot, I waited for the word to drink up.
Justine raised her shot glass up to the twenty of us. “To lots of hot sex tonight!” she screamed, gaining the eyes of everyone in our area of the bar. We all raised our glasses and sent them down the hatch. I cringed, but the liquid didn’t burn my throat nearly as much as the previous shots.
Grabbing her arm, I pulled Justine closer to me and yelled into her ear. “Shouldn’t we be getting out of here and headed to the club?” When she hesitated, I added, “They have booze and the show starts in less than an hour. We can get wasted looking at hot men and getting lap dances.”
That seemed to do the trick though I wasn’t sure what word exactly got her moving; booze, hot men or lap dances.
Standing, she yelled to her group. “All right ladies! Let’s move it on out! We got men to watch!” Again, she got the attention of all around us. I sighed. This was going to be a night of me babysitting. I knew it. But you only got married once. Well, in Justine’s case twice and she was only twenty-four, but who was counting, right?
Well, you know what they say, if at first you don’t succeed try and try again.
Gathering twenty halfway drunk women was like herding a group of feral cats. It was as frustrating as fuck, but we eventually got things together and began to make our way via foot to the strip club. We weren’t that far away, but considering the way some of the women in our party were dressed in heels that were ungodly high and skirts that nearly revealed their cooch, it was a little more daunting than anticipated. But we made it, with twenty minutes to spare. Thankfully we had reserve seating.
Approaching the club, there was a line but it was moving quickly. Our seats in front of the stage were already reserved so at least we didn’t have to worry about being piecemealed throughout the club. It was supposed to be an excellent show, rivalling that of the Chippendales and Magic Mike shows. I wasn’t much for this type of adult entertainment, but it’s what Justine wanted and the fact that I got a client out of the deal was just gravy.
As the line of giddy women moved along, I examined the photos they had posted outside. They weren’t bad, but I was sure I could do better. And my Photoshop skills were top notch so I was sure I could impress the owner, Calvin, with my abilities. Maybe I could make the club into a repeat client?
“ID ladies,” the doorman, who was shirtless in a pair of jeans slung low on his hips, asked as we approached. With some fussing, we all managed to produce our identification and were ushered inside.
The interior of the club was nice. It was modern looking with black and pearl décor. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, but it was the stage at the back of the club that caught my eye. It spanned the entire length of the back wall and there was a walk-out that was roughly twenty feet in length ending in a smaller circular.
“Your seats are to the left of the stage,” the doorman stated as I proceeded inside at the tail end of my group. Walking past the other women, I led them to the appropriate seats which were four tables taking up the length of the runway on the left side.
“Come, sit beside me,” Justine said, grabbing my arm and selecting the table closest to the main stage. “Best seats. We’re so close we’ll be able to smell the sweat,” she exclaimed.
“That doesn’t sound appealing to me at all,” I mutt
ered.
“You just need to get laid, girl. When was the last time you got a good dicking?”
Raising a brow at her, I looked into her eyes. “A good dicking? What in the hell is that?”
Scoffing, she explained, “Sex. Playing hide the salami. Taking a ride on a man’s lap rocket.”
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me,” I groaned rolling my eyes. Though it was well past due. In reality, I’d only had a few partners in my lifetime. I’d been driven to succeed. My career had ruined many relationships, but I was on the cusp of really making a name for myself as a photographer, my photos were in high demand for romance novels in particular. I just needed a little more time.
Then I’d be able to focus on other aspects of my life that were lacking, such as finding someone to settle down with. I was only in my twenties, a couple years short of thirty. I still had time.
“Which one of you beautiful ladies is Ellie Johnson?” I heard a man’s voice ask from behind me. Looking over my shoulder I noticed a silver fox headed my way. He was good looking, maybe mid forties. He seemed to have a good physique. It made me wonder if he’d been a dancer in his younger years – maybe still was.
“Over here,” I raised my hand, flashing him a smile.
“Oh good.” Rounding our table, he came over to me and leaned back against the runway, his arms crossed over his chest. “I thought I’d come say a quick hello before the show starts. I think you’ll be impressed. The lineup is excellent. I’ve spent many years building up a reputation to be able to compete with the big ticket male entertainer shows in the city.”
“I’m sure I’ll love it,” I said smiling, though I highly doubted it. I appreciated the naked male body as much as the next girl, but stuffing five and ten dollar bills down a man’s G-string just wasn’t something that turned me on.
“Fantastic.” He slapped his jean clad thighs and pushed himself off the stage. “After the show if you could stick around, I’ll take you backstage and you can get a feel for the guys.” He gave me a wink. “Pun intended.”
The off-color remark made heat rise to my cheeks as I looked down at the floor for a moment to gather myself. Clearing my throat I gave him a nod. “Thank you. I’d love that.”
He took a couple of steps and then turned back, placing a hand on Justine’s shoulder. “Oh and make sure to bring the lucky bride-to-be. We’ll give her an extra special tour.”
Justine made a little squee noise and clapped excitedly like a five-year-old at Christmas. I was tempted to remind her that she was getting married in a week but refrained. There wasn’t any point, besides I might as well let her have her fun. No skin off my ass either way.
We had just enough time to order another round of drinks. Justine insisted I order a cocktail, but I pulled the server aside when she was distracted and changed my drink to plain orange juice. The drinks were just being served when the lights within the club lowered and the owner of the club came out onto stage wearing only jeans slung low on his hips. His chest had been oiled down and his skin glistened under the stage lights, the light and shadows amplifying the contours of muscle. That silver fox had it going on!
“Are you ladies ready for a night to remember?” Calvin asked, knowing full well the answer as the room full of hundreds of women began screaming in unison.
I rolled my eyes.
He chuckled and made his way down the runway until he reached the smaller circular stage. “Come on ladies I’ve heard more excitement from my ninety-year-old grandmother when Wheel of Fortune came on the television. So, tell me again, are you ready for a night to remember ladies?”
This time the roar of the women around me was nearly deafening.
“Whoa! Ladies! That’s much, much better. Your excitement is getting me hard ladies. Naughty, naughty.” Laughing, he wagged his index finger at the crowd as he made his way back down the runway to the main stage. “Just remember the more love you show them and the more money that flows to the stage, the hotter your experience will be.”
Another ear shattering roar echoed from the crowd. Were we at a strip club or a damned rock concert?
“Without further adieu; meet the men of Moist!” Turning his back to us, he made a rolling motion with his hand and disappeared behind the curtain as the lights went down. Suddenly several spotlights flicked on and the music began. Loud and sexy the music pulsed as ten men stepped onto stage all wearing jeans, tool belts, flannel shirts, yellow helmets and sunglasses.
The crowd around us screamed as Justine slapped my arm in excitement.
As much as I wanted to be grumpy and not watch, I couldn’t help but allow my gaze to scan the men. Their physiques were incredible, the kind of men women go to bed fantasizing about as they rub one out and I hated to admit that as I watched them begin to move on the stage, excitement began to swirl up inside of me.
Okay, maybe this wasn’t so bad. Every girl is allowed to indulge in a little bit of naughty every now and again, aren’t they?
They all turned their backs to us and slowly began removing their shirts, oh so slowly, their bodies moving to the music. The shirts fell to the floor and they proceeded further down the stage, hips thrusting and very distinctive bulges pressing against the restrictive denim.
Next came their jeans, but they weren’t going to give that to us yet. Just as their jeans passed their asses, they pulled them back up again, wagging a finger at us, giving us a devious grin. Turning from the stage, the song died off and the lights went out.
Okay, that was hot. I’d give them that. A little teaser for what was to come.
The acts continued and with each new man that appeared, the heat within me increased to the point where I was joining along with the other girls in my party waving bills at the guys and tucking them into their G-strings, jeans, whatever piece of clothing I could get the money into. The energy of the place was fantastic, and I was finding it way easy to get swept up in the excitement all around me.
The next act was a man dressed up as a cop, nightstick and all. Damn, why did I have to have such a thing for cops? He came on stage with an astonishing amount of charisma and confidence. Even with the dark glasses and the hat pulled down over his eyes, he exuded confidence, as if he knew he could bed any woman he chose in the place and he wouldn’t be wrong. As he drew closer, he began stripping down, his shirt came off displaying a thick, muscular chest.
Grabbing his trousers, in one hefty tug his pants tore away, leaving him in a black G-string, hat and sunglasses. There was one other thing, the handcuffs he was swinging around his index finger.
“Which naughty girl needs to be punished?” he yelled out. His voice made my head perk up and eyes narrow. There was something oh so familiar about him.
Before I knew what was happening, he was headed in the direction of our table. A wide grin spread across my lips as I nudged Justine with my elbow. He was coming for the bride-to-be to give her one last hurrah before married life.
But that didn’t seem to be the case. Before I knew what was happening, he slapped one end of the cuffs onto my wrist and led me onto the stage.
Heat seared my cheeks as I made my way to the stage with him. Someone had placed a chair onto the center of the round stage where he sat me down. Embarrassed at being center stage, I kept my eyes averted from the delicious body that straddled my hips.
Grabbing the bill of his hat, he tossed it up the runway towards the main stage and then lowered himself onto my lap. Grabbing the back of the chair, he began to grind against me. His massive package was just a little over a foot from my face.
Oh damn!
Capturing my chin in his hand, he tilted my face up so that I was looking up at him. Grasping the arm of the sunglasses he pulled them up and off. The moment his glasses were removed it struck me like a ton of bricks.
I blinked twice, unable to believe my eyes as my heart practically broke through my chest from the shock.
“Xander?”
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