Can't Stand The Rain

by Waggoner, Latitta

  Once inside, the team was ready for action. They couldn't decide on what to do first; everything was so overwhelming. Pit spoke first and interrupted all of the "Wow's", "OMG's", and "Look at this place".

  "Ya'll want to go check out the suites first or do ya'll want to send the bags up with the bellman and start gambling and sight-seeing?"

  They thought for a moment and then decided on going upstairs to check out the rooms first. When they made it to the first suite, they could have just died. They were too busy chatting and enjoying the main lobby to pay attention to Pit when he checked in so they weren't aware of the fact that they would be staying in two extravagant suites. Both Pit and the crew were happy that it turned out that way because when they walked into the suite they were so happy, shocked, and surprised that they didn't know what to do. You could hear each mouth drop in astonishment. Pit was more than pleased with his decision.

  "Man this place is amazing!" Troy exclaimed.

  He walked through one of the four bedrooms that was in the suite and found the private balcony. He had been all over the world with his parents, but had never been to Vegas and was excited to finally be here with his friends.

  “I want this room,” he beamed.

  "How the hell did you get this place? Yo' ass is paid to be able to pay for a room like this. Gotta be," Denver added.

  "Daaaang, I wanna live here forever," October admired.

  The suite was immaculate; it seemed as if everything inside, including the air, sparkled.

  "This place is bigger than my whole apartment."

  "Mine too," Sanayah admitted.

  This place was the perfect place to party. The space was huge. It was big enough to sleep twelve people and entertain three hundred guests. Pit had them in the two story Sky Villa. There were four bedrooms, two with private balconies included, and a personal pool overlooking the Strip. They checked out the rest of the suite before putting their bags in the rooms and heading downstairs to the casinos. They were ready to get started. Pit started them all off with two thousand dollars each and told them to go ahead and enjoy themselves. He also gave Kale and Sanayah a copy of the room key just in case anyone needed to go back up to the room. Kale decided that since she would most likely be with either Pit or Sanayah most of the time, she wanted to give her copy to October. Pit didn't mind. They went and bought some chips and they spread out and went their separate ways. They played slots, the blackjack table, craps and more. They met up with each other a few times on and off, ordered drinks, and had a really good time. They each had their moments for being up and down on bets. All except for Kale, her luck seemed to be up the whole time. They celebrated and enjoyed themselves for five straight hours, drinking and gambling. They finally went to a buffet to get them something to eat around five o'clock that evening, and when it was close to eight, Pit gathered them all and told them to head up to the room because they were going out that night; he had something planned for the ladies. They ran upstairs to shower and get ready to meet back up two and a half hours later downstairs.

  Looking nice, and anxious to see what Pit had in store for them, the Six Pack climbed into the vehicle with much excitement. Having already enjoyed themselves so much, they wondered what else they were about to get into. They didn't know that there was so much more ahead of them for the fun had only just begun. They didn't care either; they were ready for whatever. After they had all climbed into the Excursion, Pit stayed behind. He grabbed Kale, gave her a hug and kiss and told her,

  "Okay baby, I’ve set all this up for you to have fun with your friends; we will have our alone time later. The driver is already aware of the plan and he will take ya'll where ya'll need to go. After a few hours he's going to bring you to where I will be. When we meet back up, I have more in store for you there too."

  "Wow, baby. You really planned it all out huh?" Kale exclaimed with much excitement.

  She hadn't stopped smiling since the start of the trip.

  "Oh yes baby I told you, this will be your best birthday yet. I’ve missed too many of your past ones so I plan to make up for those with this one. I want to make it perfect and each one in the future perfect as well.”

  “It is perfect, already. Thanks baby, I love you.”

  “I love you too. Now go on and enjoy yourself.”

  “Alright, I will.”

  Kale and Pit indulged in another kiss, this one longer and more passionate than the first. Then she climbed into the vehicle to join her friends. Pit walked around to the driver and handed him a thick package. Then he walked back over to Kale and signaled for her to roll down her window.

  “Behave yourself.”

  “I always do.”

  “This is for Azylae and Troy.”

  Pit hands Kale a package as well, a lot smaller than the one that he had given to the driver. He proceeds to walk towards a car right behind theirs.

  After about a fifteen minute drive, they arrived to their destination. Excitement spread throughout their bodies when they noticed that it was a strip club.

  “No wonder my man didn’t want to tag along,” Kale stated when she realized that they were at a club with male dancers.

  The driver stepped out and opened the doors for them. Once they were all out he presented Kale with the thick package that Pit handed him earlier.

  “Mr. Hopkins wanted me to give this to you. He told me to tell you to distribute it amongst your friends as you wish. It’s three grand worth in fives, tens and twenties. And you, miss lady, he told me to tell you, no private dances.”

  “No private dances, huh? Okay, that’s fair. Thank you.”

  Kale accepted the package. Not wanting to waste any more time counting and dividing the money, she just gave each one a stack full of money to use, paid at the door for them all, and stepped in. Denver’s hot and horny self got so excited.

  “Now that’s what the hell I’m talking about. Dicks galore! And I’m ready to see plenty. Shit, I might just bring one back to the hotel with me to play with.”

  They all laughed and Troy and Azylae agreed with her.

  “Hell, me to,” they both said and hi fived each other.

  “I know, me too. I want to see what it’s all about,” October admitted.

  “Me too,” Sanayah agreed.

  “I must admit I am excited to be here because I’ve never been to a strip club and have always wanted to come to one, but on the other hand, I don’t like the thought of a sweaty man being all up on me grinding and sweating. Plus most of them seem gay, no offense Troy. I’ll just have to block those thoughts out and enjoy myself,” October added.

  “October, don’t be a party pooper,” Denver fussed.

  “Oh no, I won’t. I was just thinking. But I am excited to be here; besides, it is Vegas!”

  “I have to agree with you on this one, October. The sweat and the sexuality confusion sort of freaks me out as well. But I think we will enjoy ourselves,” Sanayah agreed again.

  “See I’m not the only one, thank you San,” October stated.

  “Okay, are we all ready?” Kale asked the group.

  After a series of “yesses, yeps, sures and uh huhs” they all followed Kale who was following a big breasted, half naked waitress to a table which they were to sit. Besides Kale, none of the Six Pack was familiar with strip clubs. This would be their first time inside of one. They were all strip club virgins. For the three years that Pit was incarcerated, Kale had come and stayed the summer with one of her close friends and former dance buddy. They had rented an apartment together along with the guy that her friend was dating. A year ago, after her graduation, Kale’s friend moved to Vegas permanently and continues to dance here. Kale had actually been to this exact club quite a few times. She had befriended a guy that had worked here and she was hoping to run into him that night. She also made a mental note to give her friend another call to let her know that she had touched down in her city. The waitress informed them that they already had a table reserved right in front
of the main stage and to order whatever drinks they wanted because their drinks were on the house. Kale thought that maybe Pit had already paid for their tab but was a little confused because the waitress said that the drinks were “on the house” and not “had already been taking care of”. She could remember meeting the owner from one of her past visits but she didn’t know him well enough to have all of this arranged for her. How did he even know that she was in town? She looked around for any familiar faces, but really didn’t see too many. So many new faces. When they all sat down, October and Sanayah got Kale’s attention and October asked what they both were thinking.

  “What was that Mr. Hopkins thing all about? Is that some kind of alias that Pit is using?”

  Kale smiled.

  “Oh you guys caught on to that, huh? Yeah. I don’t know for sure, but you know my man and he’s most definitely probably trying to cover his spending trail.”

  They both nodded in understanding and agreement.

  Music, drinks and men. What more could you ask for when you are celebrating your birthday? The fact that October and Azylae had just made twenty one that same week, two days apart, made it even more exciting for them. Denver still had a few months before becoming the legal age, but the fake ID that Pit provided her with was working just fine for her as well. It was a great atmosphere and boy were the birthday girls enjoying themselves. There wasn’t a single man in there that was not sexy. Not all of them were cute and not all of them were packing but their bodies were definitely on point. It looked as if they all had worked out together and had been doing it since birth. There were four packs, six packs, even some eight packs. And there were penises everywhere you turn. A few were so large that they didn’t seem real. One was so tiny that it didn’t seem real either. Some of the women wondered where his confidence came from.

  After a few drinks, they really started to act naughty.

  “Damn girl, I ain’t never seen so many dicks in my life!” Azylae exclaimed.

  “I know, look at that python right there,” Denver stated.

  A man walked by with a pair of thongs on that had the front revealed. His dick looked to be a good ten inches, maybe even closer to eleven. October stopped him to study it to make sure that it was real. She grabbed his arm and just stared at it for a moment. You could tell that the man was used to this kind of attention by the way he kept it cool. She finally looked up in his face. He had a handsome face to match his handsome sized package which almost caught her off guard.

  She asked, “Can I touch it?”

  He smiled and flashed his perfect white teeth. He had a confidence about him that was so attractive. And why not? As far as she and all the others could see, he was perfectly flawless. Flattered by her astonishment and turned on by her boldness he allowed her to.

  “Sure beautiful, why not?!”

  She touched it lightly at first, like she was afraid. Then she rubbed it and held it in her hand. It was monstrously thick and heavy, yet it felt so good. She could feel it start to harden from her touch. She looked up at him and he winked at her. She thought that she might have wanted a piece of him, but was too afraid of that monster. She rubbed it one more time before putting it down. The dancer remained. He looked as if he want to say something.

  “Shit October, are you going to propose to the damn thang? You acting like you don’t want to let it go,” Denver teased and laughed.

  October blushed a little, but wasn’t really too embarrassed.

  “I know, I am just shocked by its size. This thing is crazy and it feels so smooth too.”

  “I want to feel it too, can I touch it?” Azylae confessed.

  The dancer seemed to have tuned out the other girls. Azylae reached over and he allowed her to feel it as well.

  He resumed his eye contact with October and asked her, “Would you like a dance?”

  “Sure.”

  “Private?”

  “Private? Where are the private dances done at?”

  “Towards the back, just beyond those doors in a private room.” He turned and pointed to where he was referring to.

  “Okay. How much is it going to cost me?” she asked looking at her stack of money, hoping that it was enough.

  “Let’s just say we’ll negotiate when we get to the back.”

  He took her hand and led her to the back to the private room.

  “Ooooh, he feelin’ you girl,” Denver said a bit jealous.

  “Don’t hurt yourself October!” Kale teased.

  They all cheered and shouted as October was led to the back. They each laughed and cheered when she turned around and mouthed “Oh, my, GOD…” to them. Kale gave her a thumbs up.

  Azylae spoke, “Somebody gone get lucky tonight.”

  Denver responded, “Hell I hope it’s me, or me too.”

  They laughed and continued to enjoy themselves with the men and the people around them. They paid for two dances each and continued to drink and party. Not too big on drinking, Kale passed Azylae and Troy the bag that Pit had given her and let them enjoy their package.

  Inside the private dance room it was extremely dark with just a dimly lit red light bulb. October was a bit nervous being alone in this dark room with a man that she knew nothing at all about. Part of her nervousness came from the fact that he was indeed a stranger and she was not yet aware of his capabilities; on the other hand, she was nervous because she secretly wanted to be with him but she was afraid that his piece was a little too large for her taste. He must have sensed her nervousness because he became more gentle with her. He sat down on the round sofa, took her hand, placed his hand on her waist and sat her on his lap. This action seemed a little backwards given the current situation, but it didn’t feel too uncomfortable so October just went with the flow.

  “This your first time receiving a private dance?” he asked.

  October chuckled nervously.

  “Private dance? This is my first time being at a strip club altogether. Is it obvious?”

  “Oh yeah it shows. But it’s cool, just relax. I won’t say that I don’t bite, cause you, I just might. But I won’t hurt you.”

  October looked back and he had a mischievous grin planted on his face. She gave him a flirtatious smile and tried to relax. They sat and chatted for a good twenty minutes before she realized it. At first she was a bit nervous; but after being in his presence for that short amount of time, he managed to calm her down and make her want to find out what he had in store for her. By now she was excited about her private dance with this beautifully made man.

  Ready to show off some of his talents to her, he asked “Are you ready for your dance? Or did you just want a private chat?”

  October could hear the sarcasm loud and clear so she responded with, “Let me see what else you have to offer, big boy.”

  He first started to grind slow and strong with her sitting in the middle of his lap. He held her down onto him by her waist and she immediately became turned on. He proceeded for a minute then he lifted her off of him. He got up and went to the wall and turned on some music to begin his dance. October was looking forward to her first private dance. As a matter of fact, it was her first free private dance with a gorgeous hunk. Lord, if he only knew. She watched him very close, studying his every move. She studied his body. How come he seemed to be so perfect? She knew that there had to be a flaw within him because there definitely was not one on the outside. At least not any that were visible to her eyes. And trust, there was not a mole on him that was not visible to her at that very moment. Lord please don’t let him be gay, October thought to herself. Nowadays, you can’t trust any man. It seemed as if the down low brothas were everywhere and most of the times, the ones that were as fine as this one would be the main ones. The sound of R Kelly’s “Tempo Slow” broke her train of thought. October continued to watch as he walked back toward her watching her seductively. He stopped right in front of her and started to dance slowly, following the same rhythm as the music. October sat back to take i
t all in. She looked at his stomach and watched his abs slowly roll and move and she became mesmerized by his fineness. Man, oh man. Her eyes became locked on his body. He took her by her wrist and she allowed him to lead her hand up and down his stomach and all over his chest. His muscles were solid as cement, but his skin was so smooth and soft. He climbed on top of her and danced some more. Then he stood up and lifted up both of her legs and spread them apart getting in between them. He put his crotch to hers and started to vibrate and grind some more. His stroke was on point and October convinced herself a little more with each one that she wanted to see how much he could do if he was inside of her. This was a man, a real man, and October felt like it was time to find out what it was like to be with a real man. Of course the thought of him being a stranger crossed her mind. She didn’t know this man at all, didn’t know if he was married, widowed, single, divorced, diseased, psychotic, a murderer or whatever. But at that moment, she also didn’t care. This was already beginning to be a trip of a lifetime and she planned on taking it a step forward by adding this to her memory box. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to pursue something with him or allow him to. After thinking about it, she decided that she would prefer to sit back and let whatever happens, happen.

  By that time he had her pinned up against the back of the sofa and was giving it to her so good. The music was pretty loud but October started to pay attention and noticed that she, as well as he, was letting out moans. His moans were soft and powerful, they were also low and masculine. When she glanced at him she could tell that he was not aware of the fact that they were slipping out and felt a bit embarrassed by them. After that, he would try to catch himself before October took notice. Knowing that she was able to have that type of effect on him with clothes on turned her on more. She wondered if he did this to every attractive woman he ran across in this place. If so, that could mean several different women a night. She also wondered if this was just an act and was all a part of his hustle. She blocked the thought from her mind and decided to just enjoy herself anyhow. He looked over and they locked eyes. They held the stare for quite some time. She was trying to read him. She wanted to know his thoughts and his feelings were mutual. She wasn’t sure what it was but she felt so comfortable with him. She applied her hands to the back of his head and started to rub his head and neck. Her hands also trailed down to his back. She went down further and grabbed his butt and it was firm, all muscles. In her mind, she imagined that he was her man. He rubbed her legs, lifting one up and slowly made a trail of kisses from her ankle to her thigh, not once missing a beat with his strokes. Her panties were so wet that if she took them off and wrung them out, they would probably fill up a glass with all of her juices. She instantly became embarrassed. Although she tried hard to fight it, she could not help it. She wanted to take his face and shove it all into her but decided that it would be best if she didn’t. They got so caught up that October could not remember if he had already danced to three or four songs. She had lost count. He provided her with one final dance before he stopped. She knew he was wore out; she even felt worked over and tired, but for good reasons.