by Kyle, Lola
Scanning the room the first person I saw was Kiki, sitting on the lap of a gentleman as he caressed her ass and thighs with hundred dollar bills. The other men in the room all stared at me standing in the entrance, while Duchess made entertained them dancing doing tricks on the pole. One guy stood up, his lean frame tall and dressed in a well-tailored suit walked over to me.
“What’s up, Queen of Tease?” He said, greeting me with a smile “I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you the first time I saw you dance.”
“Thank you,” I said, resting my hands on his chest.
“They all say you’re new to the stage, but I’m not sure that’s true.” Placing his hands on my ass, he adds “You captivated me, and that’s saying something..”
“Yeah, I’m sure.” I smiled. Flattered by his compliment. Kiki caught my eyes and winked. Congratulating me for not chickening out.
The Red Room was the place every stripper at Haze aspired to be. I leave him, crossing one foot over the other, making my drawing attention to my hips and ass as I make my way over to the pole. Pressing my back against it, bending my knees and sliding to the floor, spreading my legs giving the men a view of what was hidden under my tiny skirt before sliding back up. My fingers expertly unhooking the clasp that held the material around my waist, allowing it to fall effortlessly to the floor, gathering around my legs.
Wrapping my hands around the pole, I roll my body against it. My back towards my audience, I bend backward, using my ankles to hold me up against the pole. Money started flying everywhere. I pull myself upwards, doing tricks and doing the tricks I was famous for before, sliding downwards in a spiral landing on my knees as I crawl towards to men on the other side. Lying on my back, putting my legs in the air to bring them down in a tick-tock motion sideways. I called this move time is money, and in that instance, I felt like they knew it as five and twenty dollar bills were showered on me
Hands landed on my hips, and I could feel money being slipped in my garter belt signaling he was ready for one on one attention, and I would give it to him; rising up I came face to face with a pair of familiar brown eyes and silky black hair that I could never forget. The one person I didn’t want to see wanted a private dance. Kiki looked at me expectantly, tilting her head backward to the black curtains that lead to the private room. I had never danced for a woman before, but it was a part of the job. Without missing a beat, I put it out of my mind and I lead the way to the blocked off room.
JADE
I was no stranger to Club Haze, I haven’t been in a while, but I promised Ashley I wouldn’t flake when she planned the bachelor party for one of the men working for my company. As usual, we arrived late because of my inability to commit to social gatherings, caused her to come over to ensure I would be there.
“You do realize I helped plan this event, right?” Taking her eyes off the road to look at me. She adds “Now we’re late!”
“I couldn’t decide what to wear! Did you want me to show up in a suit?” I say, defending myself.
“Whatever, just try to have fun. Okay. Try to loosen up Jade. Forget about her.” Ashley says, being bossy as usual.
“Easier said than done when I see her almost every day,” I say, muttering more to myself than speaking to her.
“You’re so stupid. I don’t want to hear about this tonight.” She says, pulling into the parking lot of the club.
Leading the way inside she asks for direction to the private room, she had booked for Drew’s send-off to marital bliss. The main floor of the club was packed, and the girls working on and off the stage were in their prime. My eyes following the fluid movements of the dark-skinned girl on stage. Shaking it off, I decided then and there I would have fun tonight as I try my best to rid my thoughts of Maye that occupied my mind and dreams way too often.
The festivities already in full swing as we walk into the room labeled the ‘Red Room’, furnished with anything but the color red. White lounge chairs, love seats and frosted glass side tables placed stylishly around the room; The based thumped with the latest hits, while the current dancer performed acrobatic tricks and splits. Kiki a familiar face greets me with a smile, walking past her to sit next to Brent, Davis and the man of the hour Drew. Ashley in all her glory hands me a drink and starts working the room, making small talk with the fellas. All eyes were on the beauty on the floor. Her moves, mesmerizing and graceful. Her black hair flowing and contrasting with her sun-kissed skin. When her skirt hit the floor a tattoo of a butterfly peeking out underneath her corseted top. Alarm bells and flashbacks to the night I undressed Legs. It couldn’t be; she had blonde hair. She bends backward, showing her face, and I lean forward. Though her eyes were closed, I would know those facial features anywhere; after all they’ve been ingrained in my brain. It was Maye. The woman that haunted my every waking moment stood right before me.
My initial shock wore off as my eyes follow her svelte movements. One leg wrapped around the pole, holding herself up as she teased us, drawing all attention to her very toned legs before she circled the pole on her way down, landing and crawling towards me. No, us. There were other people in the room, and I needed to act like it.
I could feel Ashley’s stare piercing holes in my back as I walked towards the elusive Maye Fairchild, slipping three hundred dollar bills in the garter belt holding up her shimmering, thigh high stockings. I had yearned for a moment alone with her, and I was finally going to get it. Even if it meant paying for her time.
Her eager green eyes meet mine, and a plethora of emotions washed over me. I wanted to yell and scream yet kiss her at the same time. Torn between wanting her and confused as to why she was here. She looks at Kiki and something small yet substantial passed between them. Did she know about me? About what happened that night?
I follow her towards the black drapes that blocked us from the prying eyes of my staff.
Her hands on the pole as I enter the room. Spinning around like she was made for this, her legs spread wide before wrapping them around the steel rod and arching backward, creating beauty with her body. It wasn’t just sexy, feeling like she was seducing me without saying a word. Her body flowing like a river as fluid as water running down a babbling brook. I had to have her.
Standing there looking at her, I became even more enamored by her movements. She walked over grabbing me by the lapels of my blue blazer, leading me to the chair before pushing me downwards to dance for me. I reach out to her, grabbing her by the waist.
“No touching.” She says pulling away.
“Maye…”
She looked at me, searching for judgement that she would never see.
“What are you doing here?” she steps closer to me.
“A member of my staff is getting married tomorrow…”
“So you’re a part of the bachelor party.” She says, finishing my sentence and I nod my head in acquiesce.
“I guess this means you’ll stop texting me now?” she asks, tilting her head slightly before squatting sexily before me, her hands on my knees.
Shrugging I stay silent as she leans forward, her cleavage a breath away from my face. I could smell her. The heady scent of the cherry blossoms mixed with her natural odor, intoxicating me.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you your money back.” She says, practically pushing her full chest in my face.
Grabbing her waist again, I pull her onto my lap.
“I don’t want my money back, and I definitely won’t stop texting you back until you reply. Besides I’m enjoying myself a bit.” I say, placing my nose in her neck; before I could stop it, I caught myself sniffing deeply, her body going rigid and with it my hopes of things actually going smoothly.
“What are you doing?” her voice cold and accusing, stepping away from me again.
“Sorry,” I say, throwing my hands up in defense.
“I told you before. I’m. Not. Gay!�
�� She half whispers, even though the music was loud enough to muffle our voices.
Smiling, I steel myself for what I was about to say.
“Let’s get lunch tomorrow,” I say, standing while adjusting my clothing.
“Really!” clearly surprised by my offer she shouts, “Are you daft?”
Pacing the room, I give us some distance.
“Look, I told you before. I don’t dip in the kitty pool! It’s not my thing.” She says. Her chest, moving with each deep breath she took.
I walked towards her, determined to make her understand. Holding on to her hands even though she looked like she was about to eat my head off. I had to take this chance to make her understand.
“It’s only food. You can leave whenever you want to. I just want to talk to you one on one. Maybe the kiss was a bit too much for you, but in my defense, you kissed me back. I thought you wanted me to. I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you.” I say letting go of her hand, I don’t think to tell her about my current obsession with her was going to help.
“Think about it okay,” I say, leaving the private room before she could object.
MAYE
Taking some time to sort myself out before I head back into the party. I only had to endure three more hours of this uncomfortable situation so I would try my best to ignore her. I wasn’t sure why I was shaking, and it made me feel uneasy. Waving to Kiki as I re-enter the room, heading over to entertain the other guest who currently surrounded the man of the hour.
All the men in the room had their eyes on Duchess who was currently sitting on the groom-to-be’s lap. All eyes, except for Jade’s. Her intense gaze giving me chills causing me to feel a way that I hadn’t felt in a while; breaking contact, I walk over to the group and trail my hand over the back of a handsome man. They were all handsome, but he was the kind of man whose smile would melt the panties off any girl. The way his pearly white teeth shone brightly in contrast with his smooth, chocolaty skin. Playful and complimented by his luscious, pink lips.
I needed to get laid. Quick, fast and in a hurry. I was single, and the devil on my shoulder was cheering me on as I bend over and whisper in his ear.
“Can you help me lace up in the bathroom?” my lips brushing lightly on his neck. I could feel Jade’s stare on me as Mr. Chocolate’s eyes go wide and his smile gets wider. That ought to do it. If looks could kill, the daggers Jade were shooting at our backs as we left the room would have put us six feet under.
Dragging him inside the small stall and locking the door. A look of surprise flashed across his face like ‘was this actually happening.’ I smirk and pulling a condom I stash for maybes out of my corset. It had been three months. It was bound to happen. I’m just surprised it took this long.
His lips came down on mine, biting down lightly on my bottom lip. My hands, going up to the back of his neck as I stood on my toes. I was wearing heels, and he still towered over me. Sliding his tongue over my bottom lip as I open up and welcoming him. He tasted like champagne and something salty.
Pulling away a few seconds later for air, panting and ready. Heat pooled between my legs as I felt the thrust of his erection against my lower stomach. I groaned and rubbed my hips harder against him. My hands dropped down to his waist as he turned me around, shoving me up against the door. Cupping the evidence of his arousal, groaning as he rocked his hips, so my hand rubbed against his cock. He began licking my neck as I continued to stroke him through his jeans. His hands roamed, sliding, creeping higher up my thigh; cupping my pussy through my black, silk panties.
One hand gripping my waist he growls, “Spread your legs further apart.” Obliging, his finger slip under the silky material soaked with evidence of my need. Bracing myself against the door with my hands. Moaning, I arch my back allowing his fingers to enter my pussy, slick with my arousal.
“God you’re wet,” he whispers. “Is this what you need?” he asked.
I could only nod as he stroked my clit with his thumb. Running his fingers down my slit. Moaning as he circled and pinched lightly between his thumb and forefinger. Lost in the sensations that flooded through me. I could feel my warm cum dripping down my legs.
“Are you afraid?” He asks.
“What?” I moan, pushing my hips against his hand.
“What if someone hears us?” He continues.
“I, I don’t know.” I whimpered as his hand began moving faster against me.
“Do you want me to stop?” His question confusing me. I was getting close, and I just needed to him to keep fingering me.
“What? No, oh god. Please don’t stop!” I beg as he nuzzled my throat again.
“Are you going to cum?” He asked, his teeth nipping at my neck.
“Yes. Yes, oh please yes!” I didn’t care what else he did at that moment. I just wanted him to keep stroking me closer and closer to an orgasm.
“Are you sure?” He breathes into my neck. His moan sending vibrations straight through my core.
“Yes! Make me come!” I plead, panting in time with his strokes. His hand moving faster and faster as I pushed my dripping pussy against his palm. The tension inside me mounting with each thrust. Finally, with one last flick of his finger, I feel myself free falling. I could hear myself groaning as the pleasure spreads through me. Not finished with his magic, shoving two fingers inside my now quivering pussy, my muscles squeezing them as spasms went on and on and on. I continue to ride his hand while his movements slowed.
“Lose the panties!” His voice stern and commanding. I must have looked a little shock as his rich laughter filled the little stall.
Feeling his tongue at the crook of my neck before teeth and lips nip gently at my skin. A perfect combination of pain and pleasure, causing me to moan out loud before I could stop myself.
With one fluid stroke, I felt the hot hard length of his achingly rigid shaft slide against the wet folds of my pussy. With each stroke, I could feel my climax building again. Slamming the length of his cock into my greedy pussy, his hips pumping, slapping against my ass repeatedly. I could feel every ridge of his tool through the thin barrier of the condom as my pussy squeeze it on each thrust.
“You are so tight.” He moans into my neck. I smile propping one leg up on the closed lid of the porcelain toilet bowl, using it to brace myself against his quick, hard strokes. The wet sounds of our sex filling the tight space around us. Sweat beaded down my back despite the central air unit that hummed quietly in the background. Each stroke more pleasurable than the last, his hand drops between my legs, and he begins to rub his fingertips across my clit. My pussy clamps around his stiff member signaling as another orgasm rips through me. My body trembling as he grows rigid.
“I’m coming.” He groans, hands gripping my hips harder; pushing against me. His dick jerks and spurts of his hot cum hits the thin membrane of the condom. With one final stroke, he pulls out of me; wrapping his hands around my stomach to support me just before my knees give out. Reduced to jelly.
My breath coming out in rapid burst, I hadn’t felt this good in a long time! Cleaning himself up, paper rustles, and I can feel him slipping something into the back of my corset before he leaves without another word. I should probably be offended, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
JADE
My eyes were stuck to the door waiting for Maye’s return. Spotting Derek walking through the door, I couldn’t help the jealousy flowing through me any more than I could the blooding running through my veins. Kiki’s hand on my shoulder snaps me out of it, and unintentionally my rage finds a new target.
“What?” I snap.
“Jeez, what’s the matter J?” she asks, “I thought you were having fun?” looking confused by my sudden outburst of anger.
“Don’t trip. I’m leaving. I’ve had enough of this.”
“Really Jade? You’re upset that a stripper left with Derek?” He
r brows furrowing.
The mention of his name incensing me further. “She’s not just any stripper.” I’m not sure if she has a death wish, but her peals of laughter annoy me, and I get up.
“No! Wait! Jade stop.” She says, grabbing my arm. “Just talk to me. Come sit.” Beckoning me over to the empty chaise in the furthest corner of the room.
“Talk to me girl.” she says, sincerity clear in her voice.
“She’s not just any stripper Ashley.” I pause, biting my lips.
“No. No. No. No. NO! Please don’t say that’s her.” She finishes. “You mean to say that, that’s legs? The Legs you’ve been obsessed with?
“Yes,” I confess, hiding my face in my hands.
“You sure know how to pick ‘em, girl.” She says, realizing her slip too late to recover.
“Seriously Ash?” I get up, “I’ll see you. I’m out of here.”
“I didn’t mean it like that girl. Chill!” She calls.
“Whatever man. I’ll see you.” I say, not bothering to turn around, taking my leave.
Adding insult to injury, Maye is walking up the stairs as I walk out of the room. Her white, high cut bathing suit barely covering her body. The fabric so thin, the black, flower shaped pasties showed through the material that stretched tightly across her chest.
“We need to talk!” my voice leaving no room for debate.
“No. You want to talk, I thought I made my case. I like men. Your friend should tell you just how much I like them.” She says, her smirk cruel.
“You’re not this person Maye. You know where to find me when you come to your senses.” I say, a little bit condescending.
“Do you know me well enough to say that?” Her eyebrows rising with question. “I thought so…” she says, walking past me.
My heart sinking as realization sets in. Maybe she was right; I didn’t know her well enough to know who she really was. Questions run through my head making me uncomfortable and slightly nauseous. I had spent so much time creating an image in my head of what she was like that I was blinded by my infatuation to whom she really is.