“I’m Carol, who are you?”
“Ginger. What are you doing with these guys, sugar?”
I’m unsure what to say, and Noah chimes in.
“Carol’s our boss. She took us out for doing such a good job this week.”
“She picked this place?” Ginger looks skeptical.
“She let us pick,” Noah answers.
“Last time I do that,” I say, laughing.
“You’re too classy for these boys, sugar. Make them take you someplace nice next time.”
“I will, Ginger. I’ll be sure of it.”
Ginger pushes my legs apart and steps between them, pushing my skirt back. I keep the heels of my boots anchored on the rail around the bottom of the stool. Her hands slide from my hips and up my back. She’s massaging me inside my sweater, pressing firmly through the thin material of my mock turtleneck. I feel the heat coming off her body before she presses into me. For a moment I think she might kiss me, and I don’t know what to do, but then she buries her face in my hair and her breath is on my neck, giving me chills. Ginger rocks her body, rubbing against me. I’m aware of every man around us watching us and I freeze up—so much for my brave attention seeking.
“Relax, Sugar. Give your boys a little thrill,” Ginger whispers breathily to me. I take a deep, cleansing breath and relax into her, our boobs pressing together. She takes my hands and puts them on her waist and resumes touching me. Her hands drift to my butt, but no one can see it inside my sweater. I feel Ginger’s soft curves and close my eyes. It’s almost like we’re slow dancing, except that I’m sitting.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, Sugar?”
“Mmhm,” I sigh.
Ginger isn’t really doing much for me but being the center of attention of the dozen or so guys around us has my pulse racing. It’s much more visceral than posting on reddit. I’m removed from the attention there—except for the comments—and I must imagine what men might be doing while looking at my pictures. I was excited to post a picture in my date outfit—minus the sweater—before I left. This is different. I swear I can now feel the weight of all the attention focused on me. Noah and Mateo are the tip of the iceberg. I can feel how much all the other men want me, too.
Ginger’s hands slide forward to massage the sides of my breasts. Her hands are under my sweater, but now the guys next to me can see what she’s doing. I gasp. It no longer matters that Ginger isn’t my type. I’m so turned on that I feel myself moving into the reckless zone.
“How about you get one of your boys to take us to the back room and we can have some real fun, Sugar? They’ll eat that shit up.”
It’s tempting, but I don’t want to go there, not after only half a beer. I’m still telling myself this is just a drink to get to know my guys better.
“Sorry, I’m not ready yet. Maybe later?”
“Sure, I’ll come back around, Sugar.”
Ginger steps back from me and leans forward, her breasts spilling almost completely out of her loose camisole. Mateo presses a single into my hand and I tentatively hold it out to Ginger.
“Come on, feel those tits. They look nice,” Noah encourages.
I press the dollar into her cleavage, and she pushes her tits—they really are tits, not breasts—together around my hand. She’s warm and soft, so different from touching a man. Ginger turns and offers me her hip and I slide another single into the waistband of her hot pants. The guys also tip her, their hands lingering longer than mine did.
“You should have gotten a dance,” Noah says, once Ginger moves on.
“Is that why you brought me here? You want to see me get a lap dance?”
“It’s all part of the fun.”
“How do you know I’d be into that?”
“Oh, I think you’re into just about anything, Carol.” Noah grins.
“Don’t think you know everything about me because of one night. I’d never done anything like that before. It wasn’t even my idea.”
“Maybe. John seemed pretty sure you’d be into it.”
I smile. I can’t deny his point. “A husband does know his wife, I suppose.”
“Anything else you’ve never done before that you’d like to try?”
Noah swivels me to face him and steps between my legs like Ginger had, and I pull my skirt down to keep from flashing him. Now behind me, Mateo puts his big hands on my shoulders and massages them. It feels incredible and I fade back into him. His grip is firm, but he doesn’t hurt me. Mateo’s massage is just what I need after a long week of work. Noah puts his hands on my thighs, and I place mine over his, restraining him from moving closer. I sip from my beer, making a point of holding it between us. The boy needs to slow his roll a little.
“I don’t know. Not sure what there is left to try after that night,” I answer.
“I can think of a few things, Carol,” Noah says
“Mmm…you’ll have to surprise me…sometime.”
“I can’t wait,” I answer, honestly.
Mateo is close behind me and he whispers in my ear, just loud enough to be heard over the music, “Don’t worry, Mamá. We’ll take good care of you. You won’t have to do anything you don’t like.”
The way he’s massaging me, I fully believe Mateo knows how to take care of me. “Thanks, babe,” I coo.
“It would be awesome to see you get a dance,” he says, adding, “If you want to.”
Mateo is motivating me to make him happy, and I reply, “I didn’t say no. Just not yet.”
“That’s my girl.”
I’m turned back to face the bar and find a fresh beer, accompanied by three shot glasses of a clear liquid—Mateo’s doing.
“I cannot get drunk. I have to drive.”
“I’m sure John would come and pick you up,” Noah assures me.
He’s right. My husband would probably love to pick me up at Noah’s place even more, but that isn’t going to happen, not tonight. It’s a promise I made to myself, and I plan to stick to it. But I stare at the shot and feel the temptation creeping in. We only just got here. We’re not leaving right away, so I have time to do one shot and sober up before I have to leave. I know I’m too old to be downing shots at a strip club, but it’ll go a long way to taking the edge off. I give Noah a skeptical look.
“Just one shot. And John isn’t going to need to pick me up. I’m not an amateur.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Noah says.
The guys and I toast and we down the drinks. I’m not sure what the hell Noah ordered. It burns like Everclear, but do they even still sell that? The burning spreads out from my chest and makes me tingle everywhere. The shot does its job. I’m suddenly wide awake and less tense. I look up at the girl dancing in front of us and holler.
The girls cycle through onstage, and then they each come around behind us, looking for their tips. The girls are all younger than me of course, but I feel like I’m prettier than most of them—even at 40. Some of them seem into their jobs, and some are clearly just going through the motions with dead eyes. I feel sorry for those ones and wish I could sweep them up and carry them out of the bar. I spend most of the time asking the guys about themselves, which makes the interruptions from the girls something of an annoyance. The girls work me extra-hard, but I resist all their charms, passing them their tips and letting them move on.
I learn that Mateo is doing construction to work his way through school, taking night classes in electrical engineering. He’s bright, and I can see him working hard to get ahead. He doesn’t have any local family, having followed a girl to town. The girl is gone and he’s still here. He’s sweet when he talks about his family and says he wants one of his own. I’m rooting for him, but I must ask the obvious question.
“If you’re just looking for a sweet girl, what are you doing messing around with this stuff?”
“You mean this thing with you and your husband and Noah?”
“Yeah. I’m not the girl you’re going to settle down with. I’ve made m
y nest already, babe.” I put my hand over his on the bar, and he curls his strong fingers around mine. Noah is momentarily distracted by the girl dancing above us.
“You’re the kind of woman I’d like to settle down with, Mamá.”
“Come on, now. You don’t even know me that well.”
“I know that you’re a good wife to your man. I know you take care of your family. You’re not running out like this every night like a lot of women would, given the chance.”
I don’t want to disappoint Mateo and tell him how tempted I am to do just that, but he’s right—family comes first. “That’s so sweet, babe. If I knew someone, I’d totally hook you up.”
“She’d have to be as much fun as you are.”
“Good luck,” I reply. “Why are you doing this? I’m sorry, I have to ask. Is it a thing you’re into?”
“No, Mamá. I prefer my women one-on-one. Never had a desire to be near another naked man. But John threw it out there and I had to think about it, right? I mean, you’re so sexy and it seemed like a once-in-a-lifetime chance. How often does a man ask you to fuck his wife?”
I laugh. “Probably not often.”
“I’m not shy either,” Mateo continues. “I don’t mind Noah or Conner being there. I can take care of my business. And, y’know, you see stuff in porn, I thought why not try it. And it was loco! I mean, sweet Jesus. That night…”
“And you’re not like Conner? You don’t just want me to yourself?”
“I’d love you all to myself, Mamá. But that doesn’t seem to be what you want—or what John wants. I have to respect your man.”
“That’s the right answer, Mateo.” I lean in and we kiss.
After getting to know Mateo, I think I’d like a night alone with him, but I can’t take that on right now. Besides, he’s right. I do want him and Noah. I’m a whore to admit it, but I want what I felt that night. I want to be overwhelmed and used. And I’m more confident that I want it to happen with Mateo, now that I know him. I know I can trust him to respect my boundaries. Can I say the same about Noah? I need to find out. I turn my stool to him, wondering how much of my chat with Mateo he overheard. I sip my beer and see he’s utterly focused on the girl coming onto the stage. I can’t help but look myself, and when I do, I see why he’s so transfixed.
Six
The suddenly overly-enthusiastic announcer calls the dancer Lacey—surely not her real name. Lacey takes the stage with a confident strut the other girls couldn’t match. As I’d noticed, most of them were faking it, and a lot of the other ones just poured it on too strong, like they were trying to seduce every guy in the bar all at once. Lacey isn’t like that. She has a haughtiness that says she’s up there for herself. Anyone else around was welcome to watch, but Lacey would decide if any of them were worth her attention. And the moment Lacey sets her blue eyes on me, she decides I was worth her attention.
She is dressed in the stripper version of professional attire, a tight fitted jacket over a white blouse, and a skirt so short and tight it rides up her ass with every step she takes in her six-inch platform heels, leaving the lacy tops of her thigh-highs exposed. Those shoes wouldn’t be appropriate for the office! Neither would the blouse, which is mostly unbuttoned, exposing a black, push-up bra underneath it. Lacey is tall and slender, with an athletic body. She moves like a natural dancer and I wonder if she’s had real dance training. She’s very pretty, with dramatic, almost goth make-up. Her long, ginger hair—with its straight-edge bangs—is surely a wig. She carries herself with a class the other dancers here don’t, and I wonder why she’s even working here. She’d fit right in at an upscale gentleman’s club. I hate to sound catty, but she’s just way hotter than the other dancers here. I can see that, and girls aren’t even my thing—not really.
The music switches to Short Skirt Long Jacket, by Cake. It works with Lacey’s outfit, even if her jacket isn’t particularly long. She loses the jacket quickly, laying it carefully on the stage like she doesn’t want to wrinkle it. The neat freak in me appreciates the gesture. She stalks the stage to the music, loosening the rest of the buttons on her blouse, but she leaves it on when she takes to the pole. The blouse flaps open and I see a flash of a tattoo, black script on her ribcage.
“Looks like you’re really into her,” Noah comments.
“Aren’t you? She’s hot.” I reply.
“Yeah, she’s hot. I like ‘em a little curvier, like you, but she’s hot.”
“I wish I could move like her.”
“Oh, you know how to move, Carol.”
I give him a quick wink, reluctant to take my eyes off Lacey. She’s at the top of the pole and finally loses her shirt, letting it flutter to the floor. She winks at me—like I just did to Noah—and slides down the pole.
“So, you’re into girls then?”
“Not really.”
Noah snickers. “Could have fooled me. Have you ever gone there?”
“Sorta, not really. I drunkenly made out with someone a long time ago, but who hasn’t done that?”
“It’s still hot. That’s all?”
“I had a massage just a little while ago.” I don’t know why I don’t tell him it was the same day I hooked up with him and the others, but I keep that to myself. “It was…extensive.”
“Really? Happy Ending? And it was another woman?”
Happy ending makes me snicker. It makes me think of guys getting jerked off, but I guess it applies to me too.
“You could say that,” I reply. I can’t keep the smile from my lips as I think about Natalia. I love big, strong hands like Conner’s and Mateo’s, but there was something special about the way the pretty Russian girl touched me that day. The orgasm she gave me was sharp and intense. The experience still seems like a dream.
“You’ve got layers, Carol. And I bet no one around you has any idea. That’s why you’re the perfect MILF.”
“You say the sweetest things, babe.”
Noah is so different from Conner or Mateo, but he’s got his own goofy charm. I turn my attention back to Lacey on the stage.
Lacey stares directly at me when she unhooks her bra. She holds it against her chest as she sways, wringing every last ounce of anticipation from the moment before she lets it drop. Her breasts are small, but so perky. I was never that small, but I remember what it was like to be perky like that. I’d guess she’s somewhere in her late 20s, but the make-up might make her look older. Her puffy pink nipples are pierced by little silver barbells. I think ouch when I see them, but the piercings are perfect for her. Lacey crawls around on the little stage before turning on her back and opening her legs wide. She thrusts her narrow hips skyward, her tiny g-string barely covering her. Lacey is shaved clean just like I am.
The song changes and I’m disappointed that Lacey must move onto the far stage. I’d love to watch her continue dancing. Lacey has me tingling down below, and I guess that if I have a type when it comes to women, it’s her. My husband had that strange fantasy about me and Sue that will never happen, but if he could get me Lacey’s number, he might have a chance.
A blonde with very large, very fake boobs is working Mateo hard, and I find I’m oddly jealous. He’s mine, honey. Move on, I think. My competitive instinct kicks in, and I act without thinking. I hop off my stool and put my arms around his arm, snuggling up to him.
“I’m Destiny. You must be Carol,” the blonde says from the stage. She sounds like a high-pitched cartoon character.
“I am. Hi, Destiny. You’re pretty,” I reply. She is pretty, in an average way, but that’s obscured by her comically huge boobs. Mateo can’t look away from them, and now I want all his attention on me.
“Aw, thanks. I hope I stay as pretty as you. Mateo told me you’re his boss.”
“Something like that.” I rest a hand on his thigh, showing it’s definitely more than that. Noah watches from the side, amused.
Destiny smiles like she gets it. “I thought so. I was just telling Mateo how much fun the thr
ee of us could have in the back. We could really reward him for his hard work.”
“I don’t know, Destiny. I don’t know if I like to share.”
“I can show both of you a good time, if you’re into that,” Destiny says, brushing back my hair from my cheek. “You’re so pretty, Carol.”
I can’t lie. I’m tempted. Lacey is still on my mind and Destiny could be a substitute to work that out, even if she’s Lacey’s polar opposite. If Mateo wants to go back with her, I’m game.
“Not tonight,” Mateo says, slipping a dollar between Destiny’s boobs. “I’ve already got my hands full with this one. I don’t think I could handle you both.”
“Sorry, honey. Maybe next time,” I add, hugging Mateo possessively. His arm slides around me and his hand lands on my butt, which he gives a healthy squeeze.
Destiny doesn’t hide her disappointment. I guess she spent some time working Mateo while I was focused on Lacey. I do feel sorry for her because she’s working hard, but I’m happy to keep my boys to myself.
“I hope I didn’t ruin your good time,” I tell Mateo, caressing his chest.
“If you’re not into it, I’m not either, Mamá.”
“Is she your normal type?”
“You know my type.”
“Do I?”
Mateo takes my hand on his thigh and puts it right on his cock. I feel his girth through his jeans and I instinctively grasp it. My heart races as I massage it.
“How do I know this is for me? There are a lot of women in here.”
Hs fingers run through my hair and he holds me in place. I feel like he’s about to kiss me. I want him to kiss me.
“I could take you into the bathroom and show you, Mamá.”
I’m so tempted. I didn’t realize until this moment how wet I am. Has it been building all evening? My pulse is pounding in my ears. It would be so easy. Mateo could push me against the wall and hike up my skirt. Noah could guard the door and then come in and take his turn. Oh god! I don’t say yes. I try to hold onto a shred of dignity. I squeeze his shaft and tell him, “What kind of a girl do you think I am?”
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