I was fully laid out in the piece of crap, sticky as all get-out, and I couldn’t be bothered because the two women directly in front of me were hot. Smoking hot, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the fake haze whirling all around them from the smoke machine.
I wanted to take both of them home and test out what they were doing onstage with me in the middle, preferably without any clothes in the way. The girls were both completely naked other than the thongs they wore, one red and the other gold. They stood on either side of a chair set in the middle of the stage, long messy hair falling all around soft and demure shoulders and touching the tips of their nipples, grinding on either end of the piece of furniture while leaning over and groping each other’s tits.
I was rigid everywhere as I watched in anticipation of what the two would do next. Christ, the way they twisted each other’s nipples, moaning and groaning like it felt better than anything they ever had before, appeared to be incredibly hot. The two luscious babes stared deep into each other’s eyes as if they were soul mates, doing exactly what they would be doing at home, but I knew the truth. They’d much rather be at home on their couch, drinking wine and watching a chick flick.
My line of work let me see behind the curtain, so I knew it was a ruse, a charade, nothing but pretend, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. They were doing what they were paid to do, which was to titillate the audience, and they were doing a mighty fine job of it from where I was sitting. My eyes focused on the women, even though I could only see their hazy profiles. My dick twitched, anxious to be released from my pants, screaming, “Let me out to play,” and my mind was running through an endless stream of scenes involving the two women and me.
I motioned to one of the Leop’s managers on the floor. When he appeared by my side, I asked him how much it would cost to take the pair back to a private room. I made a mental note to feel them out and see if one or both of them would accompany me back to my house. Of course, I was hoping for both, but I’d settle for one. I needed some action. Badly.
The manager set out the deal and I agreed to the terms. I had cash to burn, with a growing business and no real responsibilities at home. After paying for the first hour in advance, I headed to the back to wait for the women in my private booth. Yeah, I stroked myself over my pants a little while waiting for them. So, sue me.
When the song changed out in the main club, I heard two pairs of heels clicking down the hallway toward the room where I waited. My breathing sped up in time with my heartbeat, and I sat up and waited for the delicious duo to open the door.
Here they come.
The outer door opened and closed, then two curvy silhouettes entered my little corner and turned around. I blinked. Then blinked again, hard. I tried to clear my eyes, to get them to focus in the dim, red-hued light.
Why the hell was everything in this ugly fucking club red?
I didn’t have time to ponder that right now. Instead I stood up and crossed the space in between the couch where I was sitting and the door in two steps and said, “Holy shit! Natalie, what the fuck are you doing here?”
Not stopping to wait for an answer, I opened the door and pushed the other girl outside the room toward the nearest bouncer. “Never mind,” I told him. “I changed my mind. I only want one girl. This girl.” I gestured behind me to Natalie. “Keep the extra money.” The girl glanced back at me, a confused look on her face as she tottered toward the bouncer, then I slammed the door shut.
I stared at the door for an extra moment, trying to contain myself. Thank God there was no one else in the high-backed booth on either side of me because I feared I was about to lose my shit.
Turning back around slowly, I said, “Natalie…Jesus Christ, it’s been years. I can’t even think about how long it’s been, but what the hell are you doing in a raunchy place like this? You were taking classes, making a life for yourself the last we talked.” When she didn’t respond, I said, “I’ve got to get you the hell out of here.”
Natalie shrank away from me, backing up until her shapely calves hit the sofa. She stared in horror at my eyes boring down on her.
I shoved a hand through my hair and paced back and forth like a madman. I had no idea whether I was whispering or yelling, I was so furious.
With her gaze lowered, her long lashes covering her big, beautiful eyes, she walked toward me and pleaded, “Shh. They know me as Natasha here, and I need this gig, Asher. Stop making a scene…please.”
I could still see the younger Natalie somewhere inside the hard woman talking to me. Her long brown hair hung way down her shoulders, heavy bangs sweeping over her eyes, which were decorated with glitter and dark black eyeliner. Underneath all that caked-on shit, my “little doll,” the girl who used play kickball out in the alley and chase after the neighborhood boys, was there.