She led him around the bar. To the far left of the sitting area was an apse of sorts. It was a large area with chairs in neat rows. A small half-circle stage, maybe 20X20 foot, with a stripper pole, and colored stage lights dominated the space. Couches had been moved and arranged into horse shoes to have a great view of the stage. Several waitresses wearing French maid costumes were delivering drinks to some folks who had already arrived.
Nate was taking it all in when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Then the warmth of someone’s breath on hid ear, and a familiar voice whispered, “Damn, baby, I had no idea you could look so … fierce.”
He turned towards the voice. There stood his girlfriend, Oliver. Her red hair, which she dyed red before they left the hotel they lodge in hung in big ringlets around her head, and on her bare shoulders. Her nipples were barely covered with black tape in an “X”. Her lips matched the same red as her corset and miniskirt. He stood there staring at her until She stepped up next to him. He wondered if she’s the same Oliver he came. Oliver removed her jacket and make her hair fall, that makes her a little bit hard to recognize. She stepped up to him and kissed him on the cheek.
“I thought…”
“I know what you want to say, you have been the only one surprising me, I just wanna surprise you, it’s more fun this way,” She said as hw stared at her.
“Why don’t we get some drinks?” Nate said, once he regained him self control and stopped drooling over the sexy lady before him. He stepped up to the bar.
“Can I get a whiskey and Coke?” He asked the back of the bartender. She had long black hair, and wore a leather over-bust corset, and black latex pants. She turned around and he was surprised to see the bartender was Claire. He took a step back. It all came together in his head.
“I didn’t know you worked here.”
“I just started, it’s nice seeing you here.”
He chewed on his lip and watched as she made me a drink with top-shelf whiskey. It was delicious! He paid for it, and dropped several dollars into her tip jar. Then he got a thought. Be took a $5 bill out, folded it the way you would to put it in a stripper’s g-string. He waved it in front of Claire. “May I?”
She smiled and nodded, then leaned forward. He tucked the money into her cleavage. She stood up, adjusted it to show a little better, then looked Oliver.
“What did you think you’re doing?.” Oliver yelled and took out her credit card and handed it to Claire, she thought Nate haven’t paid.
“There’s nothing, is there anything bad in seeing my best friend?” She left out a mischievous smile.
“I don’t like it when my boyfriend has a female friend” she replied and drag Nate away. Claire’s left out a smile before getting back to what she was doing. She never knew Claire was working in that place, she wouldn’t have brought Nate if she had known.
“Let’s get out of here?” Oliver says and Nate frown his face.
“Why? Is it because of Claire? Didn’t you trust me? Did you think I will go back and fûck her?”
He turned to Oliver and she leaned in and kissed and hugged him at the same time. He held her, I with his hand and Oliver chuckled.
“I trusted you, but I don’t trust that friend of yours”
“You shouldn’t let her get to you, she gat nothing on me.”
They broke the hug and kissed again.
“So. We aren’t leaving here. We are spending our night here, all night long.” She nodded at him smiling. Somehow her smile looked a little devious. Maybe it was the Chola-style makeup and lipstick, or just her own, natural deviousness. He shrugged and looked at the the strippers.
And none of them enticed him, this is a new him.
Nate and Oliver looked at each other, smile at each other. They nodded and both leaned in, Nate kissed her on the cheek. They ordered a few appetizers – chocolate covered strawberries, strawberries filled with fudge and covered in white chocolate, fresh fruit, guacamole with pepitas and fried plantains for dipping, and a variety of cheeses. Once they had ordered everything, they made their way over to an empty couch and loveseat to the side of the stage.
They could see the door going backstage from where they were. He loved the view because be love watching performers take the stage, whether it’s at a burlesque show in a sex club, or a rockstar at a concert. There’s always a moment before they step out where they finish getting into character. Maybe it’s a long drag off of a cigarette, or the last swallow of a drink, a healthy puff off of a joint, or simply a long deep breath. Whatever it is, it’s that last moment of preparation before stepping in front of a crowd and exposing themselves, and it is absolutely necessary. He had a feeling he was going to witness a lot of those moments tonight.
They both sat down on the extra long couch and put their drinks on the table. A waitress appeared right after they sat down with their fruit tray, made up of grapes, sliced star fruit, sliced apples, and a variety of cheeses.
The crowd grew quickly. All of the seats in front of the stage were now taken, the stage lights were on, and the smoke machines were billowing great clouds out. The lights in what he was calling the living room were dimmed as well. Many of the couches were full. A couple sat down on the loveseat, and another asked if they could squeeze in with them.
He was on his fourth drink when Oliver stood up to get chocolate, she came back carrying a tray with the chocolate covered, and fudge filled strawberries on it, and two more drinks. She handed him the tray and sat down next to him, and he handed her a drink. They clinked glasses and drank just as the lights went dark everywhere, the music went silent and so did the crowd. A minute later the spotlight came on, shining on the stripper pole. A voice came over the PA.
“Tonight’s entertainment is brought to you from the Shadows. The shadows of our minds. The shadows in the corners. The shadows that follow you when you’re alone at night.” Bassy techno music suddenly boomed. White lights came up behind the stage, and silhouettes of several dancers showed against the white backdrop. “Stay or leave, do as you please, but the shadows will see.”
Then they realized there was a woman on the stage. She moved like a cat. She wore all black, and was barefoot. You could only catch glimpses of her when she got close to the light. She danced to the music as it pulsed. Oliver and Nate cuddled into each other’s, Oliver placed her head on his shoulder, and his arms wrapped around her. They had an amazing view of the stage, but also of Oliver cleavage. He was so busy staring at her cleavage that he missed when the dancer took to the pole. She was already more than half-way up it when he noticed. She was hanging upside down, her hair dangling in a dark curtain, swinging to the pulse of the music as she slowly spun around the pole. Then she dropped fast, landed on her feet, and vanished into the shadows. You only caught glimpses of her body, which was lean, and sinuous, yet sensual. She moved like a big cat stalking its prey, and it makes Nate remember when he was still working as a stripper.
Oliver hands were roaming around his chest, sliding in and out of his shirt. She ran her fingers through his chest hair, and even cupped his man-boob, barely brushing his nipple. She turned more towards him and draped her leg over his thigh, after moving his kilt out of the way. He looked down at her. She was still watching the show, but she was clearly already turned on. Or she was horny as fuck – either way, he won!
The dancer finished, and the emcee said who she was and when to catch her regular show at some place. The lights stayed low, and the music came back up. He wasn’t paying very close attention, the activities. Instead he had his head back against the couch as Oliver ran her fingers through his chest hair and beard, or she was rubbing his chest, all while grinding her hips against his. Oliver reached up and took his jaw in her hand, and turned his face to hers. He reached up and took her by the back of her head and pulled her to himself. He planted his mouth on hers. Her mouth opened and be probed her mouth with his tongue.