by Marie Cole
"Me too." Mike mumbled and then stumbled to the front of the strip club. "Have you ever been to strip club before, man?"
Kent shook his head at Mike. “Never have been, no. Guess that's why I'm scared." He laughed nervously.
A waitress dressed scantily with cat ears approached us with a tray on her hand. "You guys have a seat at an empty table and I'll be right with you." I nodded and then leaned in to say something in private to the waitress. The waitress assessed the three guys and then looked back to me, nodding. I punched all the guys on their arms and then led the way to a dirty table that was right in front of the stage.
A waitress came by after we sat down and bent over, her breasts popping out from the top of her bra. I couldn't help but stare along with the boys as they moved rhythmically with the wiping of her hand. When the waitress stood up straight she smiled at the boys. Mike cleared his throat, his hand went under the table and he pulled out a five dollar bill and held it up. "Damn baby, that was...damn."
Paul and I laughed loudly. I looked on stage, the song was over and the stripper was crawling on the stage, picking up the thrown bills. I looked away quickly, naked girls were definitely not my thing.
I noticed Kent's avoidance matched my own and I nudged him and pulled his head down to me so I could speak into his ear. "Kent, it’s your last chance to stare at a woman's boobs. What's the problem?"
I saw his eyes move towards the stripper as she stood up on stage and moved off of it. Kent moved his head to whisper in my ear. His breath tickled it slightly sending shivers through me. "This is normally something I do alone, looking at naked girls."
I glanced at Mike and Paul, who had no shame ogling the breasts that were all around them. I pulled back, my hand on his chin so he couldn't look away from my eyes. "Kent. No one is watching you. Don't be a lousy bachelor or I'll embarrass you." I raised my eyebrows to question if he understood what I meant.
The waitress came back and set the shots down on the table. I nudged Kent and pointed to my seat which was right in front of the stage. "Switch with me!"
He shrugged his shoulders and then swapped with me. I pushed the shots around and then toasted with them. The MC took the stage and announced that it was time for amateur strip night to begin.
Mike and Paul looked around and hooted. The MC called the ladies to come to the stage so they could register. I stood up after most of the girls went up and followed, making a face of surprise at Kent from above him.
I watched as he looked at Mike and at Paul in disbelief but when he looked back up at me I saw a little smile move across his lips.
I wasn't the best looking woman on the stage, certainly not the one with the biggest boobs but Kent was probably only going to be single for another few days and I had to show off while I still could. It would be something we could share for the rest of their lives at the very least. I winked at them as I waited. After I was registered I went backstage with the rest of the girls.
There were lots of girls. Lots of hot girls. Girls who knew how to dance, girls who knew how to twirl on a pole and girls who didn't need to know either of those because their bodies were smoking hot.
Mine was the last name on the list and I’d picked an Aerosmith didy. The first few riffs of “Crazy” played as I stepped on stage dressed in an oversized men's white work shirt and black boy shorts. The waitress had made sure to hook me up with something strippable but not gaudy as requested earlier.
I wasn't the best dancer but I wasn't laughable either. It wasn't until the first chorus that I grabbed the pole and started to twirl around it. I didn't do anything spectacular just yet. I was still warming up. I took off my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly to reveal a black bra. I threw my shirt at Mike who hollered his appreciation, which caused me to grin.
I noticed that Kent’s eyes seemed glued to me as I danced, a smile on his lips.
I turned around and slowly pulled the boy shorts down, stepping out of them slowly for effect. I stood on stage revealing my itty bitty black g-string. I laid down on the floor, did some teasing leg lifts and moved back to the pole.
People were whooping for me and I heard Kent give me a cat call whistle, the one that was unique to him.
Practically naked, I started climbing the pole. I wrapped my legs around it when I reached the top. I bent backwards, hanging on just by my creamy thighs. I grabbed on with my hands and then lifted my body, gyrating on it a couple of times, imitating sex.
They cut me off at three minutes my last moves were of me spinning around the pole. Once I was done I went to the middle of the stage and did a bow. I grabbed the boy shorts and waved, a blush on my cheeks. As this was not the performing I was used to, not on stage anyway. Many of the pounds I’d shed had been done on a pole.
All the girls returned to the stage and I tried to hide behind the other girls, my arms crossed over my chest. "And second runner up is Candy!" Candy jumped up and down, showing off her huge, natural boobs. My eyes were on Kent, making sure he was watching the big boobs flopping all around, I knew it was his thing, but he still had his eyes on me, grinning. I shook my head at him. I made a throat slitting motion and then pointed at him.
"First runner up is a fan favorite, not her first amateur night, Jessi!" Jessi was the best dancer of the group by far. I clapped politely not that it would've matter because there was more than enough noise for her.
"And tonight's winner..."
"Elly!" I jumped when someone pushed me forward, I bit my tongue and covered my mouth with my hands. My eyes were wide with disbelief.
I accepted the check and then bowed again as "Crazy" played over the speakers.
Kent was waiting for me to come back out and as soon as I was within reach he picked me up, and spun me around. "Oh my god Elly, that was…Wow!"
I squealed and pushed against Kent's shoulders. "Oh my god! Put me down!" I laughed. Mike and Paul were waiting at Kent's side.
He put me down, grinning from ear to ear. "By the way, Elly. That was hawt."
"Oh my god. Knock it off." I slapped him playfully on his stomach. "This is what's hot." I waved the check in front of my face. "One thousand big ones!! Should cover the cost of this shindig.”
"After talking to Mike, I know who made the plans here. What else do you have up your sleeve Ms. Palmer?" Kent held his hand on his stomach from the slap.
"You'll just have to see." I winked at Kent and didn't protest when Mike put his arm around me, his hand low on my hip. The two of us led Kent and Paul out of the club. Mike's hand was on my bottom, pushing her into the limo gently. "More shots!" He called out as he took a seat next to me, his hand on my knee, possessively.
I abandoned my spot on the seat for a minute as I went to the little compartment next to Kent. I pulled out little bottles of Jack and was about to hand one to Kent when the limo stopped suddenly.
I fell backwards, my quick scream filling the limo. Mike reached out and tried to save me but he was tipsy and his arms weren't quite there. I landed on my back, half on Mike's lap, half on the floor. I looked up at him and he looked down at me, grinning. "That's a good look for you." Paul snatched his bottle from my hand while I was close.
I laughed, "Don't be a creeper, Mike. You're supposed to be hitting on the strippers, n...I mean the -real- strippers."
"Looked pretty real to me."
"Whatever." I put a Jack in his now empty lap and then went back to Kent, sitting next to him. I put a tiny bottle in his hand and then opened mine and held it up to him. "To your last boys night."
He smiled softly and lifted it to mine, the little plastic bottle necks tapping together. "Yeah."
The guys opened their bottles and held them up in a toast. "Hey-yo!"
Chapter 28
The next stop was at a dark public park. I grinned. "Hope you boys are ready to play."
Kent slammed the bottle back and took down the contents. He made a face and breathed out as he tried not to cough because of the alcohol. He looked outside the window and
saw blackness. "What?"
"Get out. I need to change real quick." I grabbed my bag and waited for them to leave. Paul got out first, followed by Mike hesitantly.
"We've seen it all already." Mike got out and closed the door, leaving me and Kent alone.
Kent paused at the door, his hand on the handle. "What you did tonight, Elly. It was amazing."
"I've been practicing, it wasn't so great." I smiled softly.
I looked down at my bag in my lap and started unzipping it. "Before you go can you unzip me?" I slipped my shoes off quickly and then turned around, my back to him.
I felt his hands come to the dress, his knuckles were warm, his fingers shaking just a little. "No. It was really good, Elly. I couldn't take my eyes off of you."
"It was dark and the light was on me there wasn't anything else to see." I pulled my hair to the side.
His fingers took hold of the zipper and slowly almost painstakingly lowered it slowly as he spoke. "No. You were awesome. It wasn't because there was nothing else to look at."
"Are you drunk too?" I laughed softly and looked at him over my shoulder.
"Not yet. I'm still in control of my mental functions.” He paused at the bottom of the zipper.
"Then you need to drink more." I stood up, but bent over because it was short in the limo. My ass inadvertently in his face.
I quickly pulled on a pair of tight black spandex pants. Followed by my sneakers and a fuzzy hot pink pullover. "Ready to get your ass kicked?" I opened the door to the limo and pushed him out.
The limo driver went around to the trunk and opened it. Inside were four light sabers.
I looked around at the men. "What the hell are you waiting for? Grab your lighted dick stick and let’s go! The winner gets a super special prize." I reached in and grabbed the pink one and then stepped back in a defensive stance.
Mike, intrigued by the idea of a special prize, grabbed his next. Followed by Paul.
Kent took the last one, which ended up being purple. "I feel like Mace Windu from Star Wars,” he chuckled as he twirled the lightsaber.
I grinned as all three of the men started twirling their lighted futuristic swords. "Alright. You have to be gentle on the girl. But boy on boy you can hit as hard as you want as long as it’s not the face. And go!" Immediately Paul and Mike went for Kent, chasing after him.
“What the hell is this? Double teaming?" Kent was fast and ran circles around them as he laughed. He took pop shots at them when he could. He ran figure eights and tried to get them close to me. I wasn’t going to miss my chance.
I ran up behind Mike and stabbed him between his arm and side. "Gotcha! You're dead, dammit."
Mike faked his death and dropped to the ground, gasping. "Damn you, Elly…,” his dying words.
Paul was on Kent, he was hardcore gamer and was not taking it easy on Kent in this situation either. He liked to win.
Kent pushed right back at him just as hard. "Remember I said I feel like Mace Windu?” Him and Paul thwacked each others swords. "That's also Samuel L. Jackson, which means I'm a bad motherfucker!" Kent knocked Paul's sword away and hit him across the chest.
Paul cursed and then put his hands up showing he was done. Paul and Mike leaned against the limo to watch the showdown.
I held my pink lightsaber up and smiled behind it.
Kent faced me, a smile on his face too. "Alright, Elly. What you going to do? Hmm? You going to come at me or am I coming at you?"
I grinned back. "You think I'm going to tell you my secret plan of attack?” I slowly circled with him.
The purple lightsaber lit up his face as it twirled a few times. He was circling, but he was circling closer. "Oh come on, Elly. Tell ya what. Let’s put the lightsabers down and go get a drink, then we'll finish this."
I shook her head a little. "Nope. We'll finish this soon."
There was a crack and then I fell to the side, landing hard on the ground. "Ow! Shit!!"
Kent dropped his lightsaber and ran over to me. "Shit, Elly. Are you okay?"
I looked up at him with a grin and stabbed him under his armpit with my saber. "Sucka."
"Oh, dammit!” Kent laughed and fell to his knees and clutched his chest. "I will get my ...revenge.." he fell over on his side and played dead.
I jumped up and held my lightsaber over my head victoriously. "Yes!!!"
Mike and Paul shook their heads at Kent. "Dude, come on! I saw that coming from a mile away. You are so pussy whipped, and you aren't even getting any from her."
Paul chimed in, "Or are you?" He raised one eyebrow.
I ran at Mike and Paul and started whipping them on the legs with my lightsaber. "You...guys...are...disgusting!"
Paul curled up and screamed like a little girl, "Stop!!"
Mike started to run away and I was hot on his tail. "Come back here, you woman!" Mike was laughing too hard to outrun me and soon I was able to poke him in the ass with the end of my lightsaber. "I'll get you! You better call for someone to help you otherwise your ass is mine!"
Mike ran to a tree and then hid behind it. "Kent! Come get your girl off my ass. It’s an exit only!"
Kent rolled over onto his back and pushed himself up from the ground, rubbing the dirt off of his pants. He walked over closer to us but made no moves to stop me.
"I dunno, dude. She might have the right to,” Kent snickered.
"Damn straight I do, I'm the winner! Too bad you didn't win the special prize, Mike, or you could've had my ass." Mike groaned and pounded his forehead against the tree.
"Not fair."
"So what is your special prize, Elly?" Kent asked as he moved closer and put his arm around me to draw my attention away from Mike behind the tree.
"I get to pick the next activity, and who gets to tag along,” I smiled sweetly, turning away from Mike and the tree shield.
Kent kept his arm on my shoulder and looked down at me. "So what is it going to be, sweetheart? Wait. Make that choice after we have some more booze!" Kent grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the limo to get some more liquor.
My eyes widened as I followed him. What the hell had happened to Kent? He wanted to get hammered?
Mike came out from the tree and Paul climbed into the limo. He grabbed out the rest of the mini bar contents and held them out to everyone else getting in.
Kent took a bottle as he climbed into the limo and when I climbed in he took me by the hand and pulled me over to the seat beside him. He held his little bottle up to mine and slurred slightly. "Congo-rats" He downed the shot easily.
I grinned and then put mine in my lap. I was drunk enough I wasn't going to have anymore until I knew I wouldn't black out but I surely wasn't going to stop the rest of them from having a good time. I held mine out to Kent. "Here, you missed one."
Kent shrugged his shoulders, a large grin on his lips, and drank it quickly. He coughed. "So,Elly.. what is the next thing going to be?"
"Video game competition at your mom's house. The junk food is waiting but the Dew has been replaced with jello shots." I smiled and looked around at the boys. "Everyone game?"
"Oh my gawd. More alcohol?" Kent chuckled. "Are you going to hold my hair later, Elly, when I throw up?"
I laughed at the thought. "Sure, I will." I looked at the other two who looked ready to sleep. "Are you two out??"
Kent looked at the other two. "Pussy number one!" He pointed at Mike. "And pussy number two." He pointed at Paul.
I bust out laughing.
Mike slapped his face and then Paul's. "Hell no, we ain’t no pussies! Game on!"
Kent put his head back against the seat with a smug grin. "That's what I'm talking about!" Kent put his arm around me, squeezing softly. "Bestest party ever, Elly.”
I pat his knee a couple of times. "That was the point." I grinned. We arrived at Kent's house and piled out. I had asked Kent's mom to go over to my mom's house for the evening so we had the house to ourselves. The living room had been set up with bowls of chips, pret
zels and Twizzlers in the middle. Four Gamecube controllers were evenly spaced out and there were four shot glasses next to them.
"Okay!" I went to the fridge and pulled out a six pack, bringing it back to the table. "Rules are: If you land on a blue space, you take a drink, land on a red space everyone else takes a drink. If you land on a special space you take two drinks. If you land on a Bowzer space everyone else takes two drinks. In the mini games the winner takes a drink and if it’s a draw everyone takes a drink. And you do a jello shot whenever there is a star. Got it?!" I uncapped four beers and then sat down on the single chair, leaving Kent wedged between Mike and Paul on the couch.
"What the hell are we playin'?"
"Mario Party… OH!" I turned on the GameCube and then grabbed my controller, sitting back. "And for the last three rounds all the drinks are doubled."
"You're going to be holding my hair later, Elly." Kent laughed as he picked up his controller.
My mind went to the gutter for some reason and my face flushed. I cleared my throat and stared at the large TV screen.
"Lets get this party started! Woo!" I hadn't seen Kent like this in a very long time and it made my heart happy.
Halfway through the game, three beers, and three shots later per person, Mike and Paul were passed out. Mike had claimed he had to use the bathroom and ended up laying down on the kitchen floor. Paul laughed and then fell to the side on the love seat. He didn't have enough energy to get back up. And then there were two...I landed on a blue space. "Dammit!" I picked up my beer and took a sip, a very modest sip, but he probably wasn't paying attention.
Kent chuckled as he took his turn and landed on special square.
"Oh shit,” he said as he picked up his beer. He took two very large gulps which finished the beer off. "This is…wow.” Kent said as he leaned back against the couch now that he had plenty of room. He put his head back against the cushion and began to sing, “Fuck You, I’m Drunk,” softly. When he finished he snickered.