CHAPTER FIVE
The next evening, a call interrupted Roselyn’s music. “Uh, hello?”
“Hey, girl! Are you ready for tonight?”
Roselyn panted as she slowed from a run to a walk. “For… what?”
Ciara snickered “Why’re you out of breath? Are you having sex right now?”
“No. I’m running in the park. The weather is beautiful. Love when it’s warm in the winter here.”
“Then we need to hook you up. I was thinking we could hit The Total Package tonight.”
“Isn’t that a male strip club? How can I pick up a man there?”
Ciara let out a long breath. “Do you know how hot you are? Those dancers would drool all over you.”
“Not when I’m with you. You forget how beautiful you are. If we really want to pick up men, we should hit the female strip clubs. Then again, some of those guys are a bit desperate. Never mind.”
“Then tonight will be look and don’t touch. Less trouble anyway.”
Roselyn took a swig from her water bottle. “Agreed. I’ll be home in like thirty minutes.”
“So I’ll pick you up in an hour? The first set starts at 8:00.”
“Sounds good. See you then.”
As soon as Roselyn got home, she rushed to take a shower. She mentally sorted through possible outfits while she washed. By the time she stood in front of her closet, she’d decided on a black mini dress with low heels.
When a car horn sounded from her driveway, she checked her phone and spied a missed text from Ciara. Roselyn’d promised to be waiting out front so they wouldn’t miss the first stripper. Oh well. I’m sure there’s plenty of skin to go around.
Backpack purse in hand, Roselyn hurried outside. “Sorry. Didn’t know what to wear.”
“You look hot!” Ciara whistled. “Get in. I’m running late too.”
When she sat on the passenger side, Roselyn checked her phone. “Oh wow. I didn’t realize it took me so long.”
“It’s OK. The guys do two sets each, so we won’t miss any of them.”
“That’s good. Wonder if any of them dress as fishermen.”
Ciara pulled out of the driveway as she frowned. “You need to stay away from those types. They’ll just be jealous you’re so successful.”
“I find them very appealing… sexually.”
“How about you date a guy instead of fucking him?”
Roselyn rolled her eyes. “What purpose would that serve?
“The possibility of a lifetime of happiness.”
“Are you happy?”
Ciara grinned. “Yes.”
“You’re not attached right now.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m not open to love.” Ciara tapped the steering wheel. “Just haven’t found the right one.”
Roselyn sank into the seat. “I don’t think he exists… at least not for me.”
“One bad experience shouldn’t ruin love for you.” Ciara grasped her friend’s hand and sighed when she flinched. “I’m sorry to bring it up, but everything stems from that. Some men are worth the chance.”
In silence, Roselyn rubbed the purple ribbon inked on her right hand. It reminded her of her strength. “I’ll try.”
They soon arrived at The Total Package. When they entered the building, loud music startled Roselyn. She’d never been to that strip club before. A dark and sexy man in Native American garb accepted the cover charge and winked. If they all look like him, this will be a fun night!
“Damn, we missed the first few guys.” Ciara checked the schedule again when they found a table in the main room. “Don’t see any fishermen, but there are some hot guys on their site this week.”
Roselyn waved her phone away. “I want to be surprised.”
Cheers shifted her attention to the stage. A cowboy twirled his lasso in the air. He’d already shed half his clothes. His chaps soon flew across the stage while he danced in a circle. She admired his ass in the tight bikini bottoms. He tipped his hat as he moved closer. A trip down the runway closest to them revealed he sported an erection.
She gasped when he flipped the front of his underwear down to flash them. “Oh wow.”
Ciara bumped her arm. “You like, huh?”
Roselyn nodded, not tearing her eyes from the stripper. “Didn’t realize they’d give us such a view.”
“This is nothing. Wait ’til he gets naked.”
“Naked?”
“Yep, this is a full nude club.”
Roselyn watched the cowboy saunter to the middle of the stage. He tossed his hat aside. Next, he turned sideways and slid his bikini down, bending when it passed his thighs. When he dropped to his hands and did several one-handed pushups, her lips parted. Damn, he’s strong. I wonder how tall he is.
After the cowboy walked offstage, Sal’s naked backside came to mind. The image morphed into them in her bunk after she’d hit her head. She grinned and closed her eyes. Their kiss had set her on fire. So much so, she still felt his body over hers. If Gus hadn’t interrupted them, she imagined the sex would’ve been incredible. The sexual tension between them had been thick. Maybe I’ll see him again when I get to Alaska this summer.
Her attention shifted back to the stage when screams echoed in the room. The next dancer wore a Jack Sparrow costume, dreadlocks and all. It didn’t seem sexy at first. He flung his pirate’s hat and shook his head to let his long dreadlocks cascade over his shoulders. Then he tore his shirt open and revealed a smooth muscular chest. His definition impressed her, but his dance moves were simple.
After he stalked all the runways, shedding clothing along the way, he walked down the main ramp. Roselyn stared as he shook his ass before dropping his thong. He turned, and she gasped. Damn he’s hung! I wouldn’t walk for days if I took him for a test run!
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“You’re up next.”
Sal turned and nodded. Then he checked his reflection in the full-length mirror. He always started with the fireman getup. It drove the ladies wild. Thursday nights were a crap shoot. Sometimes the club became packed, other times it was a ghost town. He’d heard about multiple conventions that weekend, so he hoped for a big crowd.
On the table next to him, his phone vibrated. When he saw the caller ID, he snatched the phone and answered, “What’s wrong, Mom?”
“Nothing, sweetie,” Celina Russo assured him. “I just miss you. Oh, and we’re coming for a visit in two weeks.”
He checked the time and tried not to panic. “Wait! Did you say two weeks?”
“Yes, is something wrong?”
“Um, no. Mom, I’m at-” He cut himself off since she didn’t know about his second job. “I’m busy right now. Can I call you tomorrow?”
She squealed. “Are you on a date? When can I meet her?”
“That’s not it.” He tried to come up with an excuse fast. Nothing plausible came to mind. A door opened and loud music filtered into the dressing room. “Um… Mom… I need to go!”
“Are you in a dance club? Find a nice girl there and ask her out. I want some grandchildren.”
He rolled his eyes. “If I find the right woman, you’ll meet her.” His entire body relaxed when he heard his father calling for his mother. “Dad needs you. I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you, Mom.”
“Your mom knows you strip?”
Sal glanced at the man in the realistic looking police uniform. “Nope and I’m keeping it that way.”
“Smart man. My mom showed up here one night and just about beat me while she chased me backstage. I had to threaten to tell my dad she was here so she’d promise to never come again.”
“Holy shit! My mom would kill me.” Sal shook his head.
“My girlfriend is out there tonight. She brought all her coworkers.”
Sal’s jaw dropped. “Are you serious?”
“Yep, I’m wearing a mask so they don’t recognize me.”
“She asked you to?”
“Hell no!
She wants to show me off.”
That made Sal crack up. “You have an awesome girlfriend.”
“Yep, I do. How about you? Does yours come here?”
Sal sighed. “No girl in my life.” Only because I’m an idiot and didn’t pursue her.
The door opened again. “Valentino, you’re up now.”
Sal nodded at his stage name and locked his phone away. He walked into the hallway as he donned his hat. Female cries came from the main room. The DJ announced him, and he grinned. Every performance gave him a confidence boost.
He took one step onto the stage, and the huge crowd cheered. His signature strut combined with a few spins caused another commotion. When near the front, he ripped his fireman’s coat open to reveal his bare chest. Hoots and hollers came from every direction.
Roselyn’s gaze stayed on the sexy man as he swaggered to and fro. When he approached the runway close to them, she leaned forward. He yanked his hat off and tossed it. She jumped to catch it, then glanced up. Salvatore? He didn’t react to her, but he had lights in his face. She squinted at him. Oh my God! This is what he does in the off-season?
“Whoa! They never throw clothes into the audience.” Ciara stared at her friend in awe.
“Guess I’m lucky.” Roselyn’s heart pounded in her ears. How the hell is this possible? She gaped at him as he walked away.
Unaware of her presence, Sal made his way down and back each of the three runways, ending up centerstage. The ladies there were off limits to dancers, even though some caught his eye. He grinned as he imagined Roselyn onstage with him. I’d blow her mind. Need to call Devin and ask for her contact info. Maybe he won’t question it. Screams returned him to reality. He yanked his coat outward and let it fall down his arms slowly until it hit the floor.
Roselyn squealed at the seductive way he removed his jacket. She’d never been so excited to watch a man strip. Her focus stayed on him while he left the ladies in awe. His pants came off with a sharp tug. She gasped at the sexiest black briefs she had ever seen. When he spun, she noticed they barely contained his ass. Can they handle his erection? She had only felt it, but it wasn’t hard to imagine its size.
“Hot, right?” Ciara bounced in her seat.
Roselyn glanced at her and nodded. “Very.”
Onstage, Sal stalked in one direction as he pumped his hips, then back in the other. Once in the middle again, he got down in a pushup position and rolled his hips, letting his crotch hit the floor each time. A tumble had him on his feet again in seconds. He rubbed his crotch to encourage his cock to swell further. Performing tended to spur desire in him.
After a coy smile at the ladies, he turned away and dropped his underwear. His hips swayed as he walked forward, then backward. When he saw his mark, he spun and fell to his knees. The room erupted into screams again. The sound flowed through him, urging him to wow them even more.
Roselyn gaped at him. Although she knew he would get naked, it still shocked her. He stroked himself and gyrated his hips. Damn, he can move. Her gaze followed him around the stage. He stopped at the end of each runway and performed a few sexy moves. When he came close to them again, he reached back and pumped his hips in the air. Her mind ran wild with ideas. I need to get him in bed!
Sal jumped to his feet and spotted Roselyn. Why is she here? Oh God, I’m naked. Wait a minute. She’s excited. His cheeks reddened. Her eyes told him she appreciated what she saw. He swallowed and tried to continue as usual. His cock became painfully hard. Can everyone see I want her? They wouldn’t care.
He began to crawl toward her on the runway. She wanted to slide under him and run her hands all over. That’d get me thrown out. Her body leaned forward on instinct anyway. Just the look on his face had her wet and ready for him. The way he moved had her mind reeling.
“I need new panties.”
Ciara tapped Roselyn’s arm. “Bet you do. He’s looking at you.”
“Is he?”
“Yep, you and no one else.”
Sal sensed everyone’s stare but focused on Roselyn. “Good to see you again.”
“I’m glad I found you too.”
When he walked away, Ciara squealed. “You know him? Oh my God! Why didn’t you tell me?”
Unable to answer, Roselyn pulled a twenty from her bag and approached him. “Find me later… please.”
“I will.” He wanted to kiss her, but he resisted. When she held out the bill to him, he bit it and growled.
A puddle of need, she sat down again and watched him walk away. I love that ass. She breathed deep, trying to calm her libido. We have to finish what we started in my bunk!
“I’ve never seen you react like that to a man.” Ciara scooted closer to her friend. “How do you know him?”
“He’s the guy I told you about from the Passionate Dreams.”
“Wait! The one with the nice ass?” Ciara looked up. “Oh, hell yes he does. Nice dick too.”
Roselyn smirked. “That he does.”
“Are you going home with him tonight?”
The question startled Roselyn out of her thoughts. “Um… I was thinking about it.”
“How about you try dating? Sex isn’t everything. It’s pretty amazing to have someone to come home to.”
“We’ll see.” Roselyn ogled Sal as he danced around the stage some more. Not letting him go again.
Sweat poured down Sal’s face, chest and back while he collected his clothes and tips. After a glance in Roselyn’s direction, he headed to the dressing room. Several other men dressed or undressed. He ignored them and stepped into the shower to wash up. A peek down at his throbbing erection made him groan.
Normally, the swelling went down soon after he walked offstage. However, Roselyn had him off his game. He’d gotten hard many times during the week they’d spent together. She didn’t even have to touch him. His eyes closed, and he felt her under him. Although he hadn’t meant to kiss her, he sensed her willingness to go much further.
He gave his dick a few pulls and imagined her hand on it. Do I wanna just fuck her, or more? His mind filled with erotic suggestions. Can’t think with that head right now. He leaned on the wall and let the water run over his back. A few more strokes, and he shivered. If she were in here with me, I would have a better option.
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The lights changed after a while. Roselyn leaned toward Ciara. “Are they coming back out for another set?” A door creaked, and she glanced in that direction. “Whoa! Even better.” A line of men in sexy underwear walked along the far wall. “Holy shit. It’s like a gang bang for my eyes.”
Ciara laughed. “You wouldn’t last in a gang bang. Unless they all sucked in bed.”
“Have you tried that?”
“Nope, but I know someone who has. She was never the same.”
Roselyn shrugged. “Not on my bucket list anyway.”
Her face fell when Sal stopped at a table of woman and danced around them. She’d hoped to have him for a while. Dances make him money. And he has no obligation to me! She folded her arms over her chest and watched him give a seductive lap dance.
“You seem pissed.”
Roselyn relaxed her body. “Do I?”
“Why do you question me? I know you well enough to see you’re jealous of those women.”
“I kinda thought he’d come to me first.”
Ciara cocked an eyebrow. “So you do want more than sex from him.”
“What gave you that idea?” Roselyn scowled at her. “I never take things beyond sex.”
“You just haven’t found anyone worth it yet. From your expression, I’d bet money he means something to you already.”
Feet away, Sal twirled the bride to be next to him. Hands on her hips, he moved her with him to the beat. They usually treated bachelorette parties special. He smirked when someone slipped a few bills into his red briefs.
The ladies soon surrounded him, and he gave them their money’s worth in gyrations. They screamed a
nd several of them shoved more money into his underwear. He rarely went home with less than $500 with a bride to be in the audience.
When two other men joined them, Sal made his way to another full table. The lust in their eyes hinted at big tips. When one woman paid him for a dance, he winked and tugged her chair away from the table. “The only rule is no intimate touching. Otherwise they throw you out.”
“I’ll try.” The woman licked her lips when he moved closer.
Roselyn turned away and gritted her teeth. Why do his hands on another woman bother me? She glared for a moment until it came to her. Because I want his hands on me.
“So hard to keep your hands off the merchandise.” Ciara waved at a dancer close by. “So tempting.”
A bit of relief washed over Roselyn. They can’t touch everything. I like that. She watched Sal walk around the woman and grinned. You have no idea how good his body feels on top of you.
Excitement filled her the moment Sal headed their way. When he stopped at their table, she waved several bills at him. “Can I get a dance?”
“Of course you can.” Sal straddled her legs and grabbed the back of her chair. “Now that you’ve seen me naked.”
Roselyn looked up. “Better than I imagined.”
“You’ve imagined me naked?”
“A few times.” Her fingers brushed his thigh, then she lifted her hand up. “Sorry.”
His gaze drifted to the ceiling as his hips swayed. “You can touch… just not the goods.” He rolled his pelvis, bumping her abdomen with his cock. “Do you want me right now?”
“As much as I did when you were kissing me.”
He sighed. “I wanna kiss you again.”
She fought the urge to grab him in case she went too far. He pressed against her, trapping her between him and the chair. Unable to resist, she leaned forward and licked his skin. He reacted by standing straighter and brushing his crotch over her cheek “You tease.”
“Yep. Seems I’m good at it too.” He slid down her body until his thighs touched hers and met her gaze. “Why don’t we go to my place when I’m done and have a drink? No strings. Promise.”
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