I wake up the next morning, and Josh is already gone. He surely keeps odd hours for someone that works in advertising.
Sammy is coming over this morning to go through the final preparations for her sister’s bachelorette party. I am looking forward to it…I have never been to a male strip club before.
I have a shift at Spangles tonight. Sammy does not know that I am still working there…I am telling her this morning. It is not going to go down well.
As I make my way to the kitchen, the doorbell rings.
“Hey, Babe.”
“Hey, Sammy.”
“Grab some glasses; we are having wine.”
“So early?”
“It is for my nerves.”
“It is going that bad?”
“Not at all; everything is going according to my plan.”
“Last time one of us had a plan, it did not work out so well.”
We burst out laughing.
“But did it not land you that sweet ass Josh? Or is it not happening?”
“Oh, it definitely happened last night.”
“Becca! My virgin ears!”
“One thing I can say is that boy has a hot body!”
“I know exactly what you mean…that Johno is bursting in places I did not think a man could.”
“Sammy. My ears Sammy! But seriously, he is too perfect! Do you know what he said to me last night?”
“Please, if it is sex talk, then I don’t want to hear.”
“We were here on the counter.”
“What? Here at the counter that I am leaning against! Eww.”
“Hey, we nearly did it outside the door.”
“More eww.”
“Shut up!”
“Just spill it already.”
“He said, “I think I am going to make you mine pumpkin.”
“So he still calls you pumpkin.”
“Focus! What about the whole ‘mine thing?”
“Oh, don’t get too dramatic; Johno kinda said something like that too.”
“Maybe it is a hot boy thing.”
We burst out laughing.
“Apparently, the boys have to work late on a project tonight. Do you feel like going out? They can hook up with us later on as we are not seeing them tomorrow.”
“About that, we need to have a chat, but first, let’s have a glass of wine.”
“I don’t like the sounds of this. Please don’t tell me you have another stupid f*cking plan!”
Lucky my phone rings…It is Mike, “Hey, honey.”
“Hey.”
“You still coming in for your shift?”
“Yes, of course, I am. Is something wrong?”
“Joanne is not coming in. It’s Thursday, and you know how busy we get.”
“Okay, but what has this got to do with me.”
“Do you not know anyone that can fill in for her tonight. I will pay them double.”
“Give me five, and I will get back to you.”
I look at Sammy, and she has a death stare on her face, “Maybe ten.”
I turn to Sammy.
“No, Becca.”
“What, no?”
“No.”
“Just hear me out.”
“No.”
“Okay.”
I take a sip of my wine.
“What do you want?” Sammy asks.
“That was Mike.”
“I kinda figured. He wants you back, hey?”
“Not completely.”
“I think this is the part that I wasn’t gonna like.”
“I still work there.”
“Oh, I see. But what do you want from me?”
Confused at her lack of response, I continue, “Joanne is not coming in tonight.”
“Yes, the bimbo whore.”
“Mike wants to know, okay; I want to know, can you help me out tonight?”
“What the fuck,”
“He will pay double?”
“For fuck sakes Becca, when last were you at your or my parent’s house? ”
“I know there is no need for us to do this. It will be fun. If you really hate it after tonight, then I will quit.”
“Okay.”
Sammy has just agreed to serve tables with me tonight at Spangles. After popping out to get more wine, we are sitting on my bed, trying to decide what we are going to wear.
“Why are you doing this, Sammy?”
“Doing what?”
“Helping out at Spangles tonight.”
“I have a plan.”
“Oh, please, not another plan!”
“I want to drive Johno crazy. That boy is going to be so hard.”
“Shut up! We need to head out. You are looking really hot!”
“Not looking so bad yourself.”
A half-hour later we are at the club….
“Is that you, Sammy? I heard we had a fill-in tonight…by the looks of you two, we might just run out of shooters.”
We only but laugh Bruno off and head to the bar.
“Well,” Mike starts, “Turn me around and slap me silly…fuck you girls are hot.”
“Time to dazzle them.”
It is absolute chaos…one table has called us back six times…VIP has turned into the devil’s playground. I have heard words come out of men’s mouths that I did not know even exists. Bruno had to come just to keep an eye out for us
“The boys will be here any minute.,” Sammy says way too excitedly.
“Yes, maybe we should go serve the floor.”
“Then they don’t see us straight away.”
“Then they don’t see us straight away.”
After a few minutes, the boys come walking through the door and speak to Bruno.
“Boys, how is it going tonight? Work keeping you busy?”
“You know the same old thing,” Johno answers.
“Have you seen the girls?” Josh asks.
“No, don’t think they are here yet.”
Just then, we notice them walking up the stairs going to VIP.
“Oh, Sammy, there they are.”
“Shit…I want him to see me serve some tables.”
“You make it sound like this is a porno.”
“Okay, they are seated in VIP; they can still see the floor.”
“Follow my lead.”
And if we thought we could do this without causing a scene…we are wrong. The first table we approach whistles like a pack of wolves…it causes a buzz around the floor, and soon we are called to tables all over the place. Somewhere a girl slaps her boyfriend, and I think I might have heard the word “whore”…this is exactly why we don’t serve tables with females.
Then we get up to another group of men calling us over, “Honey, if that bottle tastes as fine as you look, then I will definitely have some of that.”
I whisper in Sammy’s ear.
“I have a plan,” I say. “Shooter rule…we going to drink these boys under the table.”
“Oh hell yes,” Sammy nearly jumps up and down, “It is gonna drive Johno nuts!”
I turn to the guys.
“Sweety, do you think you can handle us both? How about a little game?”
“If you want to make it fair,” Sammy adds. “Your handsome friend there can join us.”
“You win,” I continue. “Then you can slap this tight ass.”
“You lose…” Sammy starts.
“Don’t worry, honey,” the guy interrupts her. “We are not about to lose.”
Bruno helps with pouring the shots…three shots each.
“What is this?” The guy asks.
“Our shooter rule.” Sammy says.
“Three at a time,” I add.
Sammy and me throw them back in less than five seconds; the guys follow…Bruno lines up again… Sammy and me throws them faster than we could blink…the guys follow…then round three…four…then the boys falter…they push their classes forward, and admit defeat…and just to make it stick Sammy and me have a fifth.
The crowd cheers and I can see Sammy’s eyes twinkle as she realizes that it has caught Johno’s attention, “Damn, that girl is hot!”
“Hey,” Josh slaps him. “What about Sammy?”
“It is Sammy!”
I make my way to the bathroom to freshen up…Sammy has gone to the boys’ table. I feel an arm wrap around my waist…I am just about to start kicking and screaming when I turn around and see Josh…”
“Hey, pumpkin, what are you girls up to?”
“Perhaps trying to drive you crazy.”
“You so damn hot in that tiny shorts…I am a little bit more than crazy.”
“Ur…”
He opens the door behind him and pulls me inside.
“What did I tell you about doing that thing.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer…gently running his tongue over my bottom lip; he slips inside…his tongue intertwines with mine, and I feel a warmth buildup in my body…but then he pulls back and smiles…
“Josh.”
His lips run down my neck, and he kisses me softly…he moves his hands slowly down my body leaving tingly twirling sensations…He lifts me and sits me on the table…Moving down, he runs his tongue down my stomach…stopping just above my shorts…his hands slide up my legs, and he lets them linger just at the lining of my shorts,
“Fuck Becca, you are not wearing panties!”
“Josh, I want you.”
You hear a giggle, and someone shoves through the door.
Josh spins around, “What the fuck?”
“Sammy!” I yell at her.
“Johno!” Josh scolds him. “Get a room; this one is taken!”