“You ready to party, Brendan?” Maverick, our veep, grinned and slapped his big belly.
I ran my fingers through my hair. “First round is on me.”
“I hope you're talking about lap dances because I'm definitely getting a couple tonight.”
“It's going to take a lot more than money to get a guy to dance on that nasty lap of yours.”
Maverick boomed out a jovial laugh and hit me on the back. The large bouncer let us in and we entered through a dark hallway that opened up to a huge room with chairs surrounding the stage. Private booths lined the left wall and a bar sat on the right with some passed out drunks.
The motorcycle club took their seats as a blond stripper with the biggest arms finished his dance. Hammer, the president of the club, went off to the bar to order us drinks. He was an older guy who has been with the club since its founding. Light gray hairs speckled his hair and beard but he was still built like an ox. I'd follow that man into the depths of hell.
The lights dimmed even further and the next dancer was announced. A bright spotlight hit the stage and a god floated through the curtains. His blue eyes pierced me. The blood in my veins froze and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. My pants tightened as my cock came to full attention.
Who the fuck was this guy?
Hammer joined us and handed me a pint of beer, foam dripping down the sides of the glass. I nodded and took a sip. The cold brew slid down my throat and warmed me instantly. I drank more as I sat mesmerized, watching this guy parade down the stage.
I cursed myself for not remembering his name. It was Tiger, Eagle—something close to that. The rest of the boys cheered and I sunk further into my seat, taking in all the sights. His feet glided across the stag. He turned around and slowly took off his firefighter jacket. My heart hammered in my chest louder and louder. He faced us and revealed his shiny pecs. A spike of desire hit my crotch.
That was the most perfect body I have ever seen.
My raging hard-on tried to break through my jeans. Before I knew it, the dance was over and my next conquest left the stage.
I had to have him. One smirk from me and he'd be putty in my hands. I never met a man who could resist me.
I asked the nearest employee that I wanted a private lap dance from the guy that was just on stage. My balls were hot coals in my pants and they needed to be emptied.
“Gotta have him, don't ya Brendan?” Maverick chuckled.
I ignored him and followed the employee over to one of the private booths. He told me he'd be out in a minute and shut the curtains. I sat in the comfy seat and my palms were sweating profusely. Why was I so nervous? This was just like any other lap dance, and I'd had thousands of them.
The wait felt like an eternity, but only five minutes had passed. The curtains whipped opened and in walked the adonis from before. He was dressed only in a black thong that didn't leave much to the imagination. Drool escaped the corner of my lips.
He stiffened and stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of me. His eyes widened and went back to normal as he closed the curtain behind him.
“I hoped it was you,” he whispered.
What did he mean by that? “How much for a lap dance?” I asked, pulling out my black leather wallet.
“For you, it's on the house.” He smiled and every part of me burned with hunger.
No guy had made me feel like this before. What was happening to me?
I grabbed his hand and led him over to me. A spark jumped through him and zapped me. It must have been a static shock. He swung his thick leg over and straddled me. His big chest was only inches away from my face. My tongue must had rolled out of my mouth like one of those cartoons as I stared at this specimen.
“What was your name again? I forgot,” I asked.
“It's Falcon,” he replied in a hard but sensual voice. I could listen to that voice all day.
“No what's your real name?”
His hips gyrated as he grinded against me. “It's Shawn.”
My erection grew even bigger. “My name's Brendan,” I choked out.
He knew exactly what he was doing to me. “It's nice to meet you.” He smiled. I'd wage wars for that smile.
Shawn stood up and faced away from me. He ran his hands down his sides, his nice ass swaying side to side to the beats of the music. Shawn planted his butt right on my crotch, rubbing hard against me, holding himself up with his hands on my knees. I was getting so close.
Still facing away from me, he leaned back against me. Shawn's soft hair was pressed against my face and I took in a deep breath of his divine scent.
I put my hands in his and traced them up along his soft skin. “You're so smooth,” I murmured in his ear.
Shawn placed my hands on his chest and I squeezed his chiseled chest—one-hundred percent ripped. How could a guy be this hot? The throbbing desire in my pants was ready to explode.
Fuck! I was too close! I couldn't blow my load in my pants. Not yet...I had to have him first.
I lifted his ass off of me and set Shawn down. “Let's go back to my place,” I whispered.
Shawn stared into my eyes and smiled. “I'm sorry but I don't go home with customers and I definitely don't sleep with them.”
No guy had ever refused me before. The blood was pounding in my pants, reminding me of my desperate need. What was so different about him? He didn't seem like a normal stripper.
I was tempted to ask him to finish the lap dance so he could take me to to end. The pain in my balls was growing. I needed to unload fast. I grabbed a couple hundreds out of my pocket and smushed them in his hand before leaving through the curtains.
I looked around the room for another stripper that would bend over for me or blow me—anything to take away this desire. The other MC members were all getting lap dances from various guys. Maverick needed two guys to fill his entire lap. It was too late to find another guy. I ran to the seedy bathroom to find my release.
Chapter Three
Shawn
Why did I tell him my real name! It just came out. That was such a rookie mistake. The guys backstage would be shaking their head at me now.
His leather vest looked so good on him, showing off his big muscles. His patches on his left breast stated: Dark Steel MC and Sgt-at-Arms. I wasn't sure what that meant but it sounded badass. I grinded against Brendan, rubbing his giant erection right between my cheeks. The blood in my veins boiled as his hands touched me all over. I'd been with so many customers before but this one was different. He was strong, confident, and so god damn sexy. Desire pooled within me. I got lost in the moment as he grabbed my hips. I'd never wanted a man more than now.
Suddenly, Brendan pushed me off him. I didn't want to stop. He wanted me to go home with him. My brain struggled with the decision. I so desperately wanted him to take me right there in the booth. All I'd have to do was bend over and keep my mouth shut as he pounded me. Nobody would find out.
But that was wrong. I didn't want my first time to be in this strip club. In the end, I was always a good guy. I told him the same thing I told every customer—I couldn't go home with him. Brendan handed me two-hundred dollars and bolted out of the booth.
Two-hundred dollars. The lap dance was only thirty.
I ran out to tell him thank you but he was already gone. I looked for him everywhere and eventually found him coming out of the men's restroom.
“I wanted to give you my number before you left,” I said, handing him a scrap of paper with my digits written on them. Another rookie mistake.
Brendan looked down and his eyes flared. “I'm really going to call you.”
My cheeks flushed. “I hope so.”
The motorcycle club left and The Ballroom was almost completely empty. I went backstage and changed back into normal clothes.
“Shawn, who was that last customer you had? He was so dreamy.” Steel asked.
“One of the guys from the motorcycle club.”
“Did you get his number? I'd love t
o have a piece of meat like him.”
“Sorry Steel, I didn't.”
I decided to leave out the fact that I gave Brendan my number. Steel was beyond attractive and this biker was going to be all mine. I said my goodbyes to everyone at the club and left for home.
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I pulled up to the tiny blue townhouse that Jenny and I rented. It sat at the end of a row of houses that all looked exactly the same with bars on the windows. We weren't in the nicest area but rent was cheap and the landlord let us do whatever we wanted.
I opened the front door to discover Jenny sitting at the breakfast bar, nursing a glass of wine.
“Why didn't you text me when you were coming home?” she blurted out.
Dammit. Why couldn't I ever remember to text her?
“I'm sorry, Jenny, I totally forgot. Things got a little crazy by the end of the night.” I set down my bag at the door and flung my shoes off. The sudden relief of being barefoot was heavenly.
Jenny took a sip from her glass. “You better text me next time.”
“I will.” I gave her a quick hug and she was still rigid with anger. But a second later she loosened up and accepted me.
“Can I get you a glass?”
I nodded. I definitely needed wine after tonight.
Jenny went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of red. It was cheap but it was better than nothing. She poured me one and I downed it in seconds, not even taking the time to savor the flavor. The alcohol went to my head immediately.
“Long night, huh?” Jenny poured me another.
“You could say that again.” I grabbed the wine bottle and we both sat down on the crumb-filled couch in the living room.
Jenny looked into my eyes. “Oh my god, you met someone tonight.”
How did my face give away everything so easily?
I turned towards her. “How the fuck did you figure that out?”
“You have that glint in your eyes. You've never had it before so this guy must be amazing if he was able to hold your attention.”
I flushed at the thought of Brendan. I didn't know much about him so why was he so captivating? We barely even spoke to each other and I already gave him my number. What kind of guy was I? The stripper cliché kept flashing across my mind.
Jenny put her hand over her mouth and gasped. She leaned over and whispered, “Did he take your virginity?”
“No way!” I shoved Jenny away hard. The glass of wine she was holding tipped slightly and spilled a little red on the carpet. “Oh crap, let me go get some paper towels.”
I rushed to the kitchen and returned with a whole roll of paper towels. We dabbed the stain on the carpet until there was only a faint blotch. Our carpet was already full of red wine mistakes. There was no way we were getting our deposit back.
“This guy must really be something. I've never seen you act this way before. What's his name?”
I contemplated whether I should give her more details. The wine was messing with my head. “His name's Brendan.”
“Wow that justs screams sexy.” Jenny didn't even bother drinking out of a glass anymore. She palmed the bottle and drained it into her mouth. “He might be the one to finally make you a real man.”
I shook my head but deep down she could be right. He was the only man I'd ever felt this way about. He might be the one. “This is stupid. I met this guy at a strip club. Not exactly my style of a fairy-tale romance.”
Jenny put her hands on my shoulders and focused on me. “You need to forget about fairy tales. This is real life, Shawn. Don't let it pass you by. Just let the guy stick it in.”
We both burst out laughing. But her words hit me in the gut. She was exactly right. I spent too many years waiting for my prince to come when there's no such thing. Too many movies and books conditioned me to wait for the perfect man. But that man didn't exist.
“Enough about you. I met a guy today too.” Jenny beamed.
I grabbed the bottle of wine from her and took a swig. “Tell me all about him.”
“Well I haven't exactly met him yet.” Uh oh. Here we go again.
“His name's Eric and I met him through one of those dating apps. We've been sexting back and forth all day.” Jenny pulled out her phone and almost showed me the dirty texts until I waved her phone away.
“Jenny, do you really want to go through this again?”
She cocked her head to the side. “What do you mean?”
“Come on, you know exactly what I mean. Remember Harrison—the guy who really turned out to be a girl.”
Jenny giggled hard. “Yeah that was rough. I almost turned gay for Harrison. But Eric is going to be different.”
“What about Gary who actually turned out to be way too young for you?”
“I'm still waiting for him to grow up so we could date. He was so mature for his age.”
I rolled my eyes. “I think you really need to find a job, Jenny. For one, I can't afford the rent by myself. And two, you'd meet plenty of real guys outside who were the right gender and age.”
“I've tried, Shawn. Really I have. I've been to dozens of auditions but I haven't gotten any callbacks yet.”
Jenny was trying to make it as an actress but the competition was extremely rough. Ever since she graduated college she'd only landed a couple commercials. They paid well but the money didn't last. Nobody had the heart to tell her that her dream probably wasn't going to come true.
“Why don't you try something part-time. Maybe waitressing? Or I could get you a job at a club.”
“You want me to dance?” Jenny downed the last of the wine and slammed the empty bottle on the coffee table.
I shrugged. “We could use the extra money.”
“Well I have an audition tomorrow. If I don't hear anything back, then I'll try it your way.”
I smiled. “Sounds like a plan.” I stood up and my knees wobbled from the wine. “I'm going to hit the sack.”
Jenny yawned and nodded. “Me too.”
I stumbled into my room and tripped over a layer of dirty clothes, crashing face first into my bed. I was so exhausted and ready for the night to be over. I closed my eyes and Brendan's lean build and tattoos invaded my head. I grinned and blissfully fell asleep.
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The next morning, I awoke with a spitting headache. The sun blazed through the windows and burned my eyes. I grabbed a pillow and buried my face in it. The memories of last night and Brendan came back to me. I reached my hand out and felt around the bed for my phone. I must have left it in my bag at the door. I had to find out if Brendan tried to contact me.
I used all the available energy in my body to lift myself up off the bed. I wiped dried drool from my cheek and realized that I fell asleep in the clothes from last night. I took my first step and the room spun, my head jackhammering with a hangover. I used the walls to hold myself up as I made my way down the hallway and to the front door.
My cellphone was right where I left it by the door. I turned it on but nothing happened. The screen was blank. My battery obviously ran out and my charger was all the way back in my room. Jenny was in the kitchen cooking some sausages and singing an Ariana Grande song out loud.
She poked her head out. “Want some breakfast, Shawn?” The smell of greasy food almost made me vomit. I groaned and crawled to my bedroom.
I undressed and climbed under the cool bedsheets. I plugged in my phone and turned it on. I waited a few moments—no missed calls. I sighed and pulled the covers over my head. What if Brendan never called me?
Chapter Four
Brendan
I awoke to a familiar ringing in my head. I drank way too much last night like usual. I laughed to myself silently when I realized that I had fallen asleep on the pool table. I got up and tip-toed over all the guys passed out on the floor and made my way to the bar. I poured myself a small shot of Kentucky whiskey and knocked it back. The ringing slowly faded away and I already felt better.
The image of Shawn's well-built body cros
sed my mind. Goosebumps formed all over my arms and my morning wood got even harder. I shoved my hands in my pockets, searching. I checked over every inch of my jeans and realized it was in my vest pocket.
I pulled out the crumpled paper that had Shawn's number scribbled on it. I admired the way he signed his name in cursive. I put the paper to my nose and it smelled so much like his sweat.
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