by Bebe Wilde
“Somebody’s horny!” Becca laughed.
I nodded. That was true, me included. There was so much sexual aggression—on the women’s part—it was almost surreal.
But it was so fun. Nicki, Becca and I laughed at what we were seeing and danced like crazy. I stopped for a moment to look up and locked eyes with Cold Hard Cash. Wow. And then… Then I noticed something unusual. Cold Hard Cash was headed my way!
No way. But maybe he wanted to speak to the ladies at the next table. They certainly seemed to be hardcore fans. But no. He came to our table—I back in my seat by then—and grabbed my hand, pulling me close to him and started dancing very dirty which was fine by me. He felt good being so close to me and he started nuzzling my hair, then running his head up and down my body. I was almost beside myself and slightly embarrassed. But then again, how are you supposed to feel in this type of situation? I didn’t know so I held on for the ride. And the ride entailed him putting his big hands on my body and even on my ass. Was he even supposed to be doing this? Was it legal? I didn’t know and I really didn’t care. It felt good. I swear, I could have thrown him down on that table and climbed on top of him. I wanted to. I don’t know why I had this change occur, but it was like this new person had taken over. But then I realized it was the atmosphere; the Hard Working Men were doing just that—working each and every one of us, almost to a froth. I knew there were plenty of husbands and boyfriends gonna get laid tonight. I just wished I had someone whose bones I could jump.
Then he was done with me. He continued to hold onto me, placing his hand on the small of my back. My face was so hot I knew it showed, even in the darkened room. Becca and Nicki watched and laughed their asses off at us.
“You’re the most beautiful woman in here,” he whispered in my ear.
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” I said loudly.
“No,” he replied. “I don’t.”
I blushed again and said, “Well, you should.”
He grinned and said, “Touché.”
Then he twirled me around and set his sights on Nicki. They danced but I noticed he didn’t put the moves on her that he had on me and that made me feel really, really good. Maybe he did like me. Just a little. Another Hard Working Man then showed up and took Becca’s hand and they danced. And, yet another Hard Working Man showed up and he got behind me, shoving himself right up on me in a very aggressive way. Cold Hard Cash gave him a look and he moved away from me and on to our friends at the next table who seemed more than pleased that he’d decided to give them his attention.
I didn’t know what to do next so I grabbed my drink, then glanced at Cold Hard Cash who was walking back over towards me. Without a second thought, I grabbed a twenty out of my clutch and held it up, waving it at him and grinning like a fool. He grinned back, came over to me, took the twenty and then shoved it down into my bra. I nearly fell over. Becca and Nicki woohooed, shaking their fists in the air.
“Why’d you do that?” I asked.
“Because I ought to be tipping you,” he said and then gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before turning and disappearing into the waiting and wanting crowd.
I turned to Becca and Nicki who grinned at me and yelled, “Woohooo!”
Yeah, woohooo!
But the show wasn’t over yet. The Hard Working Men were now making their way back to the stage. We watched with rapt attention as they got on, turned their backs to us and then, with one quick tug, pulled off their black undies. A line of bare asses stared at the crowd. The women went ballistic and started chanting, “Turn around! Turn around! Turn around!”
We got into it, each of us joining in and chanting, “Turn around! Turn around! Turn around!”
And then they did! And each of them had an enormous dong with just a little white sock covering it from the world.
“Holy fucking shit!” Nicki yelled. “I can’t believe they pulled a full monty!”
“They didn’t!” Becca yelled over the crowd. “That’s a banana hammock!”
“No!” I corrected. “That was a sock!”
And, boy, wouldn’t I have loved to see what that sock was hiding. Booyah!
* * * * *
Naturally after that, we did what all self respecting women would do and went out for drinks. There are a lot of bars in South Beach, so we found a nice place right away and ordered some martinis. After we were almost loaded to the point we couldn’t walk, Becca got her appetite back and forced us to find somewhere to eat. Luckily, there was a diner close to our hotel and we walked there, laughing about the show, telling each other we were coming back soon.
At the diner, we practically dove into our bacon, eggs and big stacks of pancakes. Ah, I was either so drunk I didn’t care or the food was so delicious that it just melted in my mouth. I don’t think any of us said a thing until about half the food was gone.
“Well, the Men of Construction certainly know how to please women,” Nicki said finally and dabbed her mouth with a napkin. “They’re good looking and ready to do some work around the house, if you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, all women love to see a man working,” Becca said and grinned.
“Especially in the bedroom,” I said with a raised brow.
“Oh, my God, you’re worse than those women who were sitting next to us,” Nicki said. “Girl, you gotta get laid.”
“And soon,” I agreed.
“Like tonight, right?” Becca said and pointed at my plate. “You gonna eat that last piece of bacon?”
“Have at it,” I said and pushed the plate way. “There goes my diet.”
“Like you need to diet,” Nicki scoffed.
I shrugged and asked, “What time is it?”
“Almost two in the a.m.,” Becca said and looked around me towards the cash register, then her mouth dropped open. She said excitedly, “Oh, my God, is that Cold Hard Cash?”
I looked over my shoulder to get a look. I couldn’t believe it. Becca was right. It really was him. He was speaking to the night manager from across the counter. I noticed that he was dressed casually, almost like a surfer, in a slightly too big for him t-shirt, cut-off khakis and beat-up leather flip-flops. He looked very cool, even with his clothes on. Then he glanced our way, did a double-take and broke out into a big grin. I couldn’t help but grin back.
Then, out of nowhere, Becca and Nicki started chanting, “Cold! Hard! Cash! Cold! Hard! Cash!”
“Shh!” I hissed.
“Cold! Hard! Cash!” they chanted, grinning at me.
He shook his head, smiling, and headed our way. I ducked down a little, slightly embarrassed. I mean, he was probably the best looking guy I’d ever seen and he’d kissed me on the cheek and even groped me a little. Of course, he’d probably kissed—and groped—a lot of women, so I maybe I shouldn’t have felt that special.
“Hello, ladies,” he said with a slight Southern drawl.
“Hello, Cash,” Nicki said and smiled at him. “Is that your real name?”
He shook his head, laughing a little. “It is. The cold and hard came later, after I started, you know… Dancing.”
“I like it,” she said and gave him a wink.
He grinned and glanced over at me, then back at her, then said, “Well, thank you.”
“Is that a Southern accent I detect?” Becca asked. “Not from Miami?”
“Actually, I from farther south,” he said and glanced at me again, then back at her. “South Carolina.”
We cracked up at his joke, laughing like little school girls. He was so funny. And cute. And hot. And sexy. And… Oh, good God, thank you for allowing us mere mortals to be in the presence of such a man. They do exist!
“Oh, South Carolina,” Becca said. “Whereabouts?”
“A little town just outside of Myrtle Beach,” he said.
“Myra and I took a few spring breaks there a few times, didn’t we, girl?” Becca said and smiled at him.
“We did,” I said and nodded.
“Oh?” h
e said. “Is that so?”
I nodded. “Yup. Couldn’t get too far from Georgia.”
“What part of Georgia?” he asked.
“Middle,” I said and refused to look him in the eye. Actually, I couldn’t even look at him. He was so cute, it made me nervous. Even though I was sure I was blushing, I didn’t want him to know I liked him. What sort of fool would I look like? I glanced down at my gigantic plate of food and pushed it away and said hurriedly, “I usually never eat this much.”
Nicki and Becca raised an eyebrow each at me.
He chuckled and said, “Don’t worry about it. It’s good food.” He paused. “I’ll tell you what will make it even better. It’s on me.” He motioned to the manager who nodded, then turned back to us. “Have a lovely evening, ladies,” he said and smiled as he turned to walk away.
“It’s Nicki, Becca and Myra!” Nicki said and pointed at each of us.
He backed away laughing and nodded, then exited.
“He has to be the coolest guy in the world,” she said. “Is he not? Is he not the coolest guy in the world?”
“He is! He is!” Becca and I chimed in.
“Oh, how I wish I wasn’t engaged,” Nicki said.
“How I wish wasn’t married,” Becca said, then stared at me. “You know what, Myra? You should go for it. He’s cute and I could tell he digs you.”
“Are you serious?” I asked. “And how am I supposed to ‘go for it?’ Just walk up to him and ask him to sleep with me?”
“That’d work,” Nicki said. “I would.”
Becca nodded. “Me too.”
I shook my head. Yeah, I wanted to get laid but I didn’t want to act desperate. Was I desperate? I thought about it. I probably was. But not that desperate.
“He’s a stripper,” Nicki said. “Women do it to them all the time. It’s not like he’s never been approached like that before.”
“I don’t think I want to,” I said. “Sorry, but I just don’t. He’s cool and cute and all but… You know, I still have a little pride and I don’t like to beg.”
“If I were single,” Becca said. “I’d beg. For him, I’d beg.”
“Well, I’m not going to,” I said. “Come on. Let’s go.”
They shrugged and we left a tip on the table and left. Then Becca wanted to walk on the beach. We went across the street and walked in the surf, almost getting soaked from head to toe. Then we sat down on the sand near the water and fell back laughing. The waves gently lapped at our feet.
“We’re like a bunch of teenage girls,” Nicki said. “What did they put in our drinks?”
“Fun,” Becca said and propped herself up on her elbows then grimaced. “Oh, fuck! My stomach! I shouldn’t have eaten!”
“Oh, shit, you okay?” I asked and sat up.
“I’m fine,” she said. “I just need to lie down. You two stay here and I’ll see you back at the room.”
“You sure?” I asked.
She nodded and smiled, then grimaced. “I’m never eating again!” she yelled as she ran off.
“Poor thing,” I said and stared after her. “Maybe I should go see about her.”
“No, you stay,” Nicki said. “I’ll see if she’s okay. Unless, of course, you want to come too?”
I stared out over the waves and felt so peaceful, I shook my head. “No, if you don’t mind, go on. I’ll be up in a little bit. If you need me, I have my cell.”
“Will do,” Nicki said and followed Becca back to the hotel.
I sighed and lay back in the sand, loving the fact that I was here, in Miami. Was there any better place to be? I didn’t know but for a second I wanted to sell everything I had and move down here. It was just so addicting. But then I realized that I’d be alone as Becca and Nicki were going back to San Fran and I had no relatives or friends here. I wasn’t so sure how much fun it would be when it was just me by myself.
“Nice out, isn’t it?”
I looked up to see Cold Hard Cash. I was so immersed in my thoughts I hadn’t noticed him standing there. He was barefoot and looking so cute and sexy it hurt a little. I had a hard time coming up with anything to say but finally managed to mumble, “Yeah, it is nice.”
“I walk on the beach every night,” he said. “I’m sort of an insomniac after a show. The adrenalin gets going and it takes a while to calm down.”
I nodded and sat up, brushing the sand off of me. “So, that was a good one, that show,” I said and shook my head. What was I saying? Was I still mumbling? Was I coherent? I didn’t know but he smiled and sat down beside me.
“Thanks,” he said. “We try. You girls here on a bachelorette party trip?”
“Huh? Us? Oh, no. Well, Nicki, the blonde, is engaged but Becca is already married and me… Well, I’m single.” There I went again. Like I was telling him so he’d know I was available. Dufus! What the hell was wrong with me?
“Cool,” he said. “I just thought that maybe you three were here because of that. We get a lot of bachelorette parties.”
“Never cared for them that much myself,” I said. “We threw Becca a shower, but that was it. She was ready to get the hell out of town and couldn’t be bothered.”
“Oh?” he asked.
I nodded. “She lives in San Francisco now. So does Nicki. I’m the only one still on the East Coast.”
“It’s the best, though,” he said.
I laughed a little. “It is. I agree.”
“Cool,” he said. “You like Miami?”
“I do,” I said. “How did you get down here? From South Carolina, I mean?”
“I drove,” he said.
I stared at him and then we cracked up. “No, I mean, how… Never mind. I shouldn’t pry.”
“No, pry all you like,” he said. “I came down here to model—shocker, I know. And then that sort of petered out and I needed money and there was a show that hired me. And then, well, the rest is, as they say, history.”
“Cool,” I said and smiled at him. “By the way, it’s cool that you’re cool. I mean, you’re cool, not weird. Does that make sense? I mean, you’re, like, a normal guy. You’re cool. Cool.” I shook myself. How many times could I say “cool” in a sentence? Why didn’t I try to slip a few more in there? Argh! I was such an idiot.
“We all are, normal and cool,” he said. “This is just how we make our living.”
“I know,” I said, noticing how all of a sudden the alcohol really started kicking in. I was a little bit drunk, to say the least. “Just excuse me. I’ve had one too many martinis tonight. Not to mention fruity tropical drinks.”
He nodded and looked out over the waves and was about to say something when all of a sudden a huge wave came up to the shore and soaked us from head to toe.
“Oh, fuck!” I said and felt the sting of salt water in my eyes.
“I was about to say we were too close to the water,” he said and jumped up and then held out his hand to help me up.
I got up then stared down at the dress and shook my head. “Nicki is gonna be pissed.”
“You borrow that?” he asked.
I nodded. “Unfortunately. Now I am up shit creek.”
“It still might be okay,” he said and held up the shoulder to get another look, then dropped it. “No, that dress is fucked.”
The dress was completely soaked and weighing me down. I wanted out of it as it felt kind of icky now. Sea water and sequins, they do not go together.
“Shit! I knew it!” I said. Then, for some reason—maybe it was all the liquor, maybe it was because I had on this super heavy dress that was now soaked with ocean water and smelled a little fishy—I sort of forgot he was there or didn’t give a shit and pulled the dress over my head and threw it on the sand. I glanced down at my body, noticing my panties and bra were soaked, too, and very uncomfortable. I glanced up at him, standing there, staring at me, and I suddenly felt so free. Free to do whatever I wanted to do. I grinned at him and unhooked my bra. Besides, I was pretty drunk so I didn�
�t really care what anybody thought at that moment.
“Don’t do that!” he yelled and held his hand up.
“You do it for a living!” I said. “I’m doing it now!”
“What is wrong with you?” he asked.
Nothing was wrong! Everything was fine! Sure, I wasn’t acting like myself but what was the big deal? I never got to act crazy and do stuff like this. I did everything by the book and I was sick of it. For tonight, I wanted to be that free person I knew was inside of me. I wanted her to come out and play. While I was feeling tipsy, the fact of the matter was that I wasn’t too drunk not to know what I was doing, but drunk enough not to care. Besides, I knew I probably wouldn’t be coming back here for a long time. So, why not? I wanted to see how far I could take this. Life was short and I needed to get some living in. This was my moment.
I threw my bra at him and held my arm over my breasts, grinning. I turned to the ocean which seemed to welcome me. Fuck it! I was going for it! I ran into the water, almost tripping in the waves and dove in. Salt water stung my eyes but I didn’t care. I was free! I’d never felt so free! I probably should have watched my alcoholic intake but oh, well! I turned to see Cold Hard Cash coming towards me, as if he were going to rescue me and I yelped, dove in and tried to swim away. But he grabbed me by the foot and pulled me to him. He forced me on my feet and grabbed onto my shoulders.
“You’re drunk,” he yelled over the surf. “You could drown! Come on!”
“I am not drunk!” I said, realizing that I was turned on from the show and definitely from him. “I’m happy!”
“Good for you!” he yelled. “Come on!”
And, in a fit of either temporary insanity, which I’d already aptly displayed, or in a fit of lust, which had been building since I laid eyes on him, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. And I mean kissed. I half-expected him not to kiss back and he didn’t at first, as if me kissing him shocked him but then he did and he kissed back as if he were pleased I’d kissed him first. Sometimes a girl can make the first move. Especially in this case.