Loading...A couple of months ago my brother and I went to Houston on business. We are both in security and try to travel together whenever we can as we are also very good friends. It gives us a chance to get away from the day to day grind of our jobs and him a chance to get away from his wife and kids. He loves them to death, but everyone needs a break from time to time.
Consequently when we travel, we tend to cut loose a bit. We eat too much and we drink too much and one way or another, we always seem to find ourselves a strip club.
This night was no exception.
We had dinner at a nice steak restaurant. We went back to the hotel and cleaned up. Specifically I had been wearing a suit all day at that point and I wanted to change into something lighter weight and more comfortable. A pair of dark kakis, a button down short sleeve shirt and an old, comfortable pair of brown shoes. Sure, this was casual, but who cares. It’s a strip club. The whole point is that the women have to be nice to you no matter how you are dressed.
Now there are a few nice perks to working the type of security I do. The first is that you get to meet a lot of interesting people that you wouldn’t ordinarily meet. You generally get a very intimate picture of their lives or business, certainly more in-depth than an average onlooker would see. Threat assessment and management tends to bring all the skeletons out of the closet. The final one is money.
My job pays well for a reasonably small amount of risk. I live below my means and it all adds up to having a lot of disposable income to blow on a new toy when I want one or a trip to a strip club.
The place we went to was called Heartbreakers. Yes, it’s a real club, south of Houston. You can look it up. Garry and I have been there once or twice before and every time was a good time. I came prepared with lots of cash and a few cigars for me and my brother.
The cover was $15 to get in to the door and by the time we found a seat between the main stage and the second (of course with our backs to the wall. Security people will understand.) a nice looking waitress was there to take our drink order. We both ordered Jack Daniels, as it is really about the only booze worth drinking, and sat down.
The girl on the main stage was attractive, but in a fairly hard kind of way. She was a bottle blonde with pale white skin and large fake breasts. Probably a large C cup if I had to guess. She was doing the traditional school girl routine and had already discarded her jumper, blouse and top, and was down to her thong. She hadn’t shaved quite recently enough and there was a little stubble sticking out of the sides of her panties. Speaking of which, she was a very active dancer and under the lights she had worked up quite a sweat. The panties had slipped down and to the side a bit, weather on purpose or by accident and there was a bit of the side of her lips showing. I felt the beginnings of a stir in my pants when I saw that at the same time I saw some sweat roll down from her stomach to her leg.
To my left was the second stage and the girl was much more my type. She had natural red hair past her shoulders and a lot of her routine seemed to revolve around her whipping it back and fourth to “Pour Some Sugar on Me”. She had the peaches and cream completion of a true Irish lass, and medium but very perky breasts that came to a soft point at two light pink nipples. She was thin, but looked soft and warm and danced around in a bit of a haze. She was already down to her white, lace panties which were boy shorts, and covered much more than most girls at a club like this would cover.
The longer I watched her the more I began to think that she was new to this. She seemed to be mildly uncomfortable or unsure of herself on stage and her movements were small and hesitant. Of course the thought of her being new to this made me all that more interested in her. My slight stir continued, but was not more than that.
The drinks came and went and another round or two and I started to really get into the atmosphere of the evening. I started getting a little tipsy and was a bit surprised to feel someone sit down hard in my lap when I was looking in the other direction. I turned around and looked at a very pretty Malaysian girl. She had large dark eyes, long black hair and a fair complexion. She was very skinny, but she had perky breast and her ass settled down right on my semi hard erection. She immediately started squirming a little bit and said “You’re having a good time tonight, I see.”
“Yes I am. You surprised me when you sat down. What’s your name?”
“I’m Mai”, she said with a little giggle.
She continued her squirming and what started out as a semi quickly got a lot harder, sandwiched under her writhing ass.
“That’s a pretty name” I somewhat slurred. I didn’t mean it. I mean, I guess it could be a pretty name, but she was a stripper and the chances of that being her real name were slim and my mind was else where.
We were in a fairly dark corner and I took her rubbing my cock with her ass to be a fairly good sign. She started to lightly rub my left nipple through my shirt with her index finger and I decided that this girl was at least open to some exploration. I had my right arm around her and on her hip, so I slowly slid the palm of my hand up her belly and to just the point where her bikini top met the bottom of her tit. I paused for a moment and looked at her as if for confirmation and she leaned in like she was going to whisper something into my ear. Instead of saying anything she just breathed hard and then tongued my earlobe into her mouth. While she softly sucked she continued to breathe heavily. That was all the prompting I needed. I finished sliding my hand under her top and cupped her tit in earnest.
Oh, it was warm and soft and smooth, just like a good breast should be. Her nipple was rock hard, and I could feel it against my palm. After massaging it wholly for a moment or two, I proceeded to play directly with the nipple. As I did she increased the rhythm of her breathing in my ear and the speed of the motion of her ass.
“What do you like more”, she asked. “My boob in your hand or my ass on your dick?”
“I like them both.”
Since she definitely seemed to be cool with what I was already doing, I decided to see what else I could get away with. I let my hand leave her breast and travel down her stomach to her bikini line. This time I did not hesitate. I simply plunged my hand all the way down her front and my middle finger immediately found her slit.
She seemed genuinely startled by this and said “Fuck” really loudly. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand out of her panties and then looked around to see who had seen. No one had, of course. Garry was busy with his own girl. He likes to talk to them rather than grope them like I do. He’s a good looking guy, and the girl he was with was the blonde from when we walked in. They seemed very interested in their conversation. Everyone else in the club was watching the stages or the waitresses, and no one was really paying attention to our dark little corner against the wall.
“Baby, you can’t do that out here. I could get busted. If that’s what you want we have to go to the back where we can have some privacy.”
“Okay, how much is it to go to the back.”
“It’s thirty a song”, she said not at all embarrassed by the transaction she was making.
Without hesitating I reached into my pocket and handed her $200.
“Let’s start here and see where this takes us. There is always more where that came from.”
“Thank you, baby.” She said and kissed me on the cheek. She then proceed to straighten her skimpy little top and panties. When I had been so flagrantly groping her, both of them had been knocked astray.
She led the way to the back room. This was a large open room guarded by two bouncers and it had it’s own bar. It was done in dark paneling and leather furniture. There were several stuffed animal heads on the walls and all in all, the place looked just like the room we had just come from only not as crowded.
At several alcoves across the well lit area there were dancers performing in various stages of undress for their clients. Although I saw a couple of decent, grinding, naughty lap dances, none of them seemed to be doing what I wanted. So I turned back to Mai and asked:
“I thought you said this would be more private. This doesn’t really look that private to me. Is there somewhere else we can go?”
“Well, there are the booths upstairs, but they are more expensive. They’re $50 per song.”
“And they’re private?”
“Completely. They each have their own door. No one comes in to check on you there.”
“Sounds good to me. Lead on.”
She gave me a smile and took my hand. There was a small, dark stair well on the side of the bar and she led me up. When we got there she handed the $200 to the guy watching the door and said that we would probably be there for more than four songs. He glowered at me and told her to call if she needed anything.
Past the doorway that he was guarding was a small room with 6 doors. She told me that these were the booths that the girls had an option to use, but they had to be careful. Since they were so private, they had to make sure they only took safe guys upstairs. Either that or be prepared to do more than you had planned on. I didn’t know what to say to that, so I didn’t say anything at all.
She chose the booth all the way to the left and we went in. The room was small. No, that’s not right, the room was TINY. The whole room wasn’t even 5’x5′, and one whole wall was taken up with a bench. There was a dim fluorescent light in the ceiling over everything, but the room was dark and there was not a lot of space. She closed the door behind us and pointed to the bench and told me to sit. I did. She put her hands on her hips, looked down at me and said “So where do you want to start”
“I want to start with what the rules are”, I said. I have no problem stretching the rules, or even breaking them from time to time, but I at least like to know where they are.
“I can touch you, and you can touch me”, she said. “I don’t fuck guys, no matter how much money you offer, and I don’t like anything rough. Don’t stick your finger in my ass. That’s about it. So, where do you want to start?”
“I want you to start by taking off your clothes.”
She grinned and said “Okay.” She reached behind her and grabbed the string to her top and pulled it over her head. I got the first actual view of her nipples. They were dark purple in the dim light against the soft white of her skin. She reached down and grabbed my hands and put them on her small breasts.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes, I like this.” I let my hands drop back down to my thighs. “But I said all of your clothes.”
“Oh yeah, baby.”
She looped her thumbs into her panties and wiggled out of them. Frankly it was a lot more wiggling than I thought she needed to do to get them off. They seemed pretty loose to begin with, but I wasn’t complaining. She bent over in the cramped room. There really was almost no where for her to go, so bending over she basically shoved her tits into my face. When her panties got to around her knees she let them drop the rest of the way to her feet and stepped out of them.
She stood up and I got my first real view of her pussy. She was completely shaved; there was not a hint of hair or stubble anywhere. Standing there skinny and hairless she looked much younger than she really was. Reaching out I grabbed her ass and pulled her a step closer to me. She swept her raven hair behind her ears and leaned over to put her tits in my face again. Slowly she lifted herself up to kneel on my thiges and get even closer. I took her left nipple into my mouth and gently began to tongue it. I left my left hand on her ass, and reached my right hand to her right thigh and slowly began tracing it up to her crotch. Her mouth found my ear again, and she started her warm heavy breathing routine.
My hand found the fleshy slit between her legs and I began to rub her. Now it would probably make for a better story if she was dripping wet and my finger slid right in, but that shit isn’t the truth. She was dry and clenched so tight I would have had to force my finger into her. I wasn’t up for that, at least not yet. I figure this was her way of setting a boundary so I left it at that. I just kept rubbing up and down the length of her cunt and sucking her nipple while she breathed heavily in my ear. I was also squeezing her tiny little ass with my other hand.
To say I was hard would be the under statement of the year. I was ROCK hard. My erection was tenting my kaki pants and I was aching for some relief. I made a few last passes directly over clit and then whispered in her ear “Turn around.”
She climbed down off of me and turned around. She bent way over and looked back at me. I had the perfect view of her ass and her pussy below it. I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled the cheeks apart. Here anus was a dark little star surrounded by otherwise pale skin and there was a little hair around it. Apparently she was not as clean shaven as I had initially though. The act of pulling her cheeks apart also opened the bottom of her pussy lips and I watched for a moment as the two flaps of skin slowly separated from one another, revealing a small cleft at the opening of her tunnel.
I pressed the pad of my left thumb directly where she was opening to me. The muscles were still straining to keep me out, but for the first time I felt the beginnings of moisture there, as if she had just begun to sweat. My index finger located her clit, and found it much harder than the last time I had touched it. Maybe she was getting into this after all.
After rubbing her cunt a few times with my thumb, I grasped her hips and pulled her ass down onto my lap, and the cock that was straining to get out of my pants.
“Grind on me,” I told her.
She placed her hands on her knees and began moving her ass back and forth over my trapped erection. It felt wonderful. I let her grind for a while, pushing my crotch into her ass every time she would move back to me. After a while I started missing her breasts and wanted to play with them again. I looped my hands under her arms and pulled her back against me. My hands found her rock hard nipples and I began to squeeze and play with them. She leaned her head all the way back to tongue my ear again. This seemed to be one of her favorite things to do.
My right hand reached way down to her pussy and this time I found it moist. As I began to rub I felt the muscles that had been holding her closed begin to relax and my finger slipped into her. First one, then two. I rubbed her sweet wetness around her pussy and heard the breathing in my ear become more and more rapid.
I turned to her and said “I want to come.”
“You can take it out and play with it, if you want,” was her reply.
“No. I could do that myself. I want to fuck you.”
“I told you I don’t do that. I’m not a whore.”
“Well, what will you do”, I asked. My erection was straining against her tight ass and my fingers were pumping into her most sacred of places. I could smell the musty scent of her arousal filling the room.
“Well I could give you a hand job.”
“No, I want more”, When I said it I jammed my fingers deeper into her and lifted. She yelped a bit, caught off guard, then settled back down on my lap.
“Then what do you want me to do?”
“Either suck me off or fuck me. But I want to cum inside of you.” I heard her breath catch and I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers. She was close to her own orgasm and I knew I had her. I knew I could have whatever I wanted, and if she couldn’t give it to me willingly, I could persuade her.
“For $200 I’ll suck you off and let you cum in my mouth.” She was practically gasping now, her mouth hanging slack. She was on the verge of cumming.
“Done! Now get to it.”
I pushed her back up to a standing position and she turned around. Now that she was standing again I could see the flush in her skin. It started just above her beautiful small breasts and cascaded up her face. Her shaved pussy was wet with her moisture as well as her thighs. She was breathing hard and her face had the slacked look of a woman in the midst of passion.
She knelt down in front of me and I leaned as far back in the bench as I could. She gave me one last look, like she couldn’t believe what she was about to do, or maybe like she didn’t really recognize who I was, and she reached to unzip my pants. As soon as she did, my cock sprang out. It had been trapped to long and it was thirsty to be free, to touch her skin. I wasn’t wearing underwear.
She hesitated for a moment, and I thought I was going to have to encourage her by one means or another, but before I could decide what to do she lurched forward like a predator going for its prey and took my whole length into her mouth. When I felt the head of my cock begin to slide down the back of her throat she let out a moan, and the combinations of the feelings nearly made me loose it right there. I realized that while one of her hands was firmly grasping the base of my shaft, the other was between her legs. She was masturbating herself while she was sucking my dick.
Almost before I realized it I felt my breathing become shallower and my muscles tighten. I knew my orgasm was imminent and I wanted to make sure that she lived up to her word. At the last moment I could hold it in, I grabbed her head and pulled it all the way down onto my shaft. Her teeth were in my hair, and my dick was in the back of her throat when I started to cum. I pumped load after load into her, and I felt her start to gag and I felt her try to push away with her hands on my thighs, and it only made the whole thing better.
When I was empty I let her up and she fell backwards gagging and sputtering, her body either trying to swallow the sticky substance or get it back up. She fell sprawled onto the floor with her legs spread and backed up to the far wall. She looked a little scared, but when the choking stopped, she began to smile a little bit.
For my part I just leaned against the wall with the bench and tried to slow my breathing.
“Mai,” I said. “You are one hell of a fuck.”
“Thanks. I’ve never done that with a customer before.”
“There is a first time for everything,” I told her. I stuffed my rapidly softening cock into my pants and zipped it up. I reached into my pocket and gave her one of my cards. I wrapped it around four $100 bills and handed it to her. “Send me your contact information. I’m going to be in town for another couple of days, and maybe we can arrange something outside of work.”
“Like a date,” she asked. I was probably deluding myself, but it sounded somewhat hopeful to me. Maybe I just liked the idea of her enjoying herself as much as I did.
“Call it what you like. Just make sure you call.”
After that, I waited and made polite conversation while she got dressed. She had a problem. Her pussy was so wet that she said it would soak through her panties if she just put them back on. She said that that could get her in trouble and if nothing else, call too much attention to her when she went back downstairs to the club.
The only solution that I could think of was to take off my sock and hand it to her. She looked at it for a moment trying to decide if it was really worth it. Finally she relented and took it. She wiped her sodden cunt with my sock thoroughly and then tried to hand it back to me. I didn’t really want to, but at this point I figured it would be impolite not to take it back.
“Thanks,” she said a little sheepishly.
“My pleasure,” I lied. I slipped the sock in my pocket with the intention of discarding it at the first chance I got.
As soon as she opened the door, the light flooded in and I realized that I had a problem of my own. When she was rubbing against me for so long, she had left a long wet stain on my khaki pants, and there was really nothing I could do about it.
I walked past the knuckle dragging guard of the upstairs rooms and back downstairs. When I got to the table, my brother was there and the first thing he saw was the stain on the crotch of my pants.
“It looks like you had some fun.”
“Yeah, I did.”
“What did she do for you,” Garry asked me.
“Well she did a lot, and she let me do a lot, but it ended in a blow job.”
“Nice!”
“Yeah, I gave her my number. I’m going to see if I can get her to come to the hotel tomorrow night. I don’t think she does it normally. At least not yet.”
“Awesome. I didn’t fair as well. A couple of lap dances and I got to touch some tits, but that was about all.”
“Did you go to the back room,” I asked him, “or to the rooms upstairs?”
“There are rooms upstairs?”
“Yeah. I think if you want a little more than what’s usually on the menu, you need to plan on going upstairs. It’s a little more money and a lot more private.”
“I’ll remember that.”
We ordered another round of drinks and before too long Garry saw a girl walking by that he wanted a dance with.
“How about a little private dance?”
“Sure baby. Come with me,” she cooed.
As he was leaving I reminded him to take her upstairs.
I sat down and began to really relax for the first time in several days. This trip had been just what I needed to get past the stress of work. There is nothing like banging a stripper and drinking to relax you. Then I remembered the cigars I had in my jacket pocket. I took one out and lit it and thought to myself that this was the life! This was a good day.
Then I saw her; the redheaded girl from when I first came in. She was the one that looked like this was her first time in the club. She was the new girl.
As she passed by me I caught her arm and pulled her backwards a bit.
“If you don’t have somewhere else to be, why don’t you have a seat? I’ll buy you a drink.”
“Sure,” she said, but didn’t look like she meant it.
She sat down and I got to take my first really good look at her with her clothes on. She was wearing a pink micro bikini top that did nothing to flatter her hair or skin color and she was wearing the same white lace boy shorts. Honestly it wasn’t a very good outfit for her to dance in. It made her look at once cheap and too modest.
“I’m Paul. What’s your name?”
“I’m Brigid”
“That’s a good Irish name.” Something caught my eye. She seemed to have a bit of a distant look in her eyes, like she wasn’t completely focusing. And there was a slightly airy sound to her voice. It was then that I realized that she must have taken something to help her relax for tonight, something to smooth the rough edges of a scary new job. “How long have you been doing this?”
“Tonight is my third night. I’m still pretty scared with the whole thing.”
“To scared for a private dance”
“A lap dance? Sure. I’ve done some of those already.”
“I’m sure you have. You are too beautiful to walk around here with guys not asking you for a lap dance. But I meant a dance upstairs, just the two of us.”
“I’ve never done that before.”
“Would you do it for me tonight, just the two of us?” I asked.
“Yeah, I guess…”
“Okay, lets go. ”
We got up, and this time I was the one that lead her to the back room and up the stairs. When we got to the Neanderthal watching the door I reached into my pocket and handed him the same $200 Mai had handed him last time. “We will probably be longer than four songs”, I said. “I’ll square up when we are done.”
“Call me if you need anything,” he told her, but this time he didn’t eye fuck me nearly as hard as last time. Maybe he figured I had already gotten the point, or maybe he knew that sort of thing had no effect on me. I led Brigid into the same dark, cramped little room that I had been in with Mai, and I sat on the same bench. When she didn’t move to close the door I got up and closed it myself.
She stood in front of me and just look down, a little vacant expression and looking very very lost.
“What are your rules?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, what are your rules for this room. What can I do and what can you do.”
“I can dance.”
“You’re going to dance, but I’m paying for more than that. What else can you do?”
“What do you mean?”
“The last girl I was in here with let me touch her while she was dancing. She let me touch her tits and her pussy and she ground her ass against my cock. After she was done, I paid her an additional $200 to suck my dick. Her rules were that I couldn’t fuck her and that I couldn’t sick my finger in her butt. That was it.”
“I just dance. I haven’t done any of that. I’ll give you a lap dance, but that’s it.”
“Tell you what, let’s start there and see where it goes.”
“Fine,” she said. She seemed pissed.
“Start by taking off your top.”
She did. She reached behind her and untied it from around her back and then pulled it off. She threw it into a dark corner of the little room and left it there. That corner looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in a very long time.
“Come here,” I said. When she took a step closer I reached up and grabbed her breasts, one in each hand. Her breasts were much larger than Mai’s, but still smallish. Her complexion was sallow and pale, but immediately a flush began to come over her. Her nipples were puffy and light pink, and there was a little indentation at the tip.
While I was groping her tits, I noticed that she was starting to look a little nervous, like she may bolt. So I decided that if she did, I at least wanted to have seen her pussy. Without asking I reached down and looped my thumbs in the sides of her boy shorts and pulled them down. When they got to her knees, I let them go and they dropped to the floor. Her immediate reaction kicked in and she reached her hand to cover her modesty, and her legs slammed together. Her other arm covered her breasts from my view.
“We can’t do that here. You can’t do that,” she said to me urgently. She backed into the far wall. I knew I had to take control of the situation or she would rabbit.
I stood up and took one step toward her and another toward the door. That was all it took for me to be sure I could keep her in the room if I wanted to. She could still call for the ape, but that was a problem I was able to handle.
“Brigid, have you ever heard any of the other girls talk about what goes on in this room?”
“Yes,” she said a little shakily. It was not lost on her that I was standing between her and the door.
“What do they say?”
“They say you can make a lot of money up hear, but they also say that you have to give more.”
“Like what? What do they say you have to give to get that money?”
“They say you have to be willing to let a guy touch you down there.” She pressed her hand tighter between her legs. “They say that you have to be willing to touch him, and some of them even have sex with the guys. They say you can make more money if you are willing to use your mouth or let them play with your ass.”
“All true. So let me ask you, when you agreed to come up here with me, you knew you were going to have to do more than just dance? You knew you were going to have to let me touch you, and maybe even fuck you?”
She didn’t say anything, just looked away from me. So I repeated the question.
“Didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she said in a very small and weak voice.
“Good, because that’s the job, and that’s what you agreed to do when you came up hear with me. I don’t want to leave until I have what I came up hear for. Do you understand?”
She nodded looking a little weak, but definite in her conviction.
“Good, now I am going to sit back down, and when I do I want you to come over to me and I don’t want you to cover up. Okay?”
She nodded again.
When I saw in her eyes that she was settling down and not going to run I sat back down and looked up at her. Just like she had promised she walked over to me and stood in front of me, but her hand was still covering her pussy. I thought that maybe it was time to be more sensitive so I didn’t scare her.
Gently I took her wrist and equally gently I moved her hand away. When I did, I was greeted with the fantastic sight that she was a natural redhead. She had trimmed and shaved her whole vagina, but she had left a small landing strip over it. I felt my cock start to grow in my pants again. When I had moved her hand I placed mine on the inside of her leg, about half way up her thigh.
“Brigid I want you to spread you legs a bit,” I said.
Oddly enough, she complied without any hassle. Slowly I ran my hand up and down her thigh a few times. I heard her breathing catch on the last pass, and I let my hand drift to her pussy. What I found there surprised me. She was absolutely, soaking wet and my finger slid deep inside of her with no resistance at all. She was just as turned on by this as I was. I looked up at her and she looked away, embarrassed by her desire.
I didn’t get a chance to fuck Mai, but I was NOT going to miss a chance to fuck Brigid, not with her this aroused. With my other hand I unzipped my pants again, and just as quickly as before my erection popped out.
I looked down at my dick then back up at her, my hand constantly rubbing in and out of her moist warmth, and said “This is the job.”
I pulled her closer and she straddled my hips in a kneeling position and slowly lowered herself onto me. I felt my cock penetrate her and slide into her cunt knowing that this is how it had been since the beginning of time. As soon as she was on, she started moving back and fourth making me come in and out of her, an ancient rhythm.
I hugged her to my chest and I could feel her breathing. I felt her breasts press against me and flatten out. Her back arched and he breathing caught again and again. If I hadn’t just cum a few minutes ago, I would have been hopeless, but I had staying power right now.
I stood up, taking her with me and pressed her back into the far wall. She looped her legs around my hips and continued to hold me to her. Now, standing I had control of the motion and I pressed myself into her harder and faster than before. Her breathing became more and more shallow, as did my own. We were both lost in the throws of ecstasy.
Then something very peculiar happened. I heard her gasp for breath and utter a strange moan at the same time, then I felt something warm and wet flow down my leg. She had just squirted. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough for me to feel it drip. That was all I needed. With a few more good thrusts that rammed her into the wall I came inside of her.
I stood there like that, holding her for a couple of minutes with my cock still inside of her, and her legs still around me. We both panted and tried to calm our breathing. I felt the walls of her pussy contract tightly around me at irregular intervals.
Eventually, sooner than I wanted to, I let her down and she sat on the bench. I handed her the same sock I had handed Mai. But she needed instruction to know what to do with it. I watched as she wiped away the semen that was running out of her. I felt somehow detached from the scene, distant, like I was watching from far away.
She seemed out of it, and a little despondent. I waited with her while she got her clothes on and I put myself back together.
I had a damp spot that ran part way down my leg.
“Fuck,” I said. “It looks like I pissed myself. I’m never going to hear the end of this.”
“I’m sorry,” she said in the same small voice that she had used before.
“It’s okay. I’m glad you came. It made it better for me,” I tried to console her.
She sniffled a little and wiped one of her eyes. That was my cue to go. The only thing worse that sitting in a fuck room with stained pants in a shady strip club that I could think of was to do the whole thing while trying to comfort a stripper who just fucked for money for the first time while doing it.
I took out another $200 and gave it to her, and when she took it she handed me back my sock. Having been through this routine before I just put it in my pocket and walked out the room. I stopped on my way past the bouncer.
“Thanks for watching out for us tonight,” I said. He looked puzzled, and even more so when I pressed a few bills into his hand. “I may be back tomorrow night, and I want to make sure you are looking out for my privacy again.” Recognition dawned on his stupid face, and he slid the bills into his pocket.
“No problem, pal. Whatever you want.”
“Great. Brigid needs a few minutes to pull her self together. See that she isn’t disturbed.”
“You got it”
As soon as I got back down to our table Garry saw my pants and started laughing.
“Come on,” I said. “I want to throw away these pants and tell you a story about a sock I’m never going to wear again.”
I started for the door. He drained his glass in one shot and hurried to catch up with me.
“You’re right, the upstairs rooms are much better”.
“Yeah they are,” I agreed. “You know that bouncer at the top of the stairs? I put him on the pay roll tonight. Next time we come we can have all the privacy we want.”
Garry laughed his deep belly laugh. “That guy made out like a bandit tonight. I did the same thing.”
I laughed at the thought of that guy coming into so much unexpected money.
“Now,” said Garry. “Tell me a story about that sock.”