“Cognac for me,” Simon tells her. She gives us a wry grin.
“I mean your first entertainer,” she corrects him. We both swallow hard.
“Tall, short, Latina, thin?” she asks, and we can’t believe we can order like we would a drink on the menu. We both look at each other and I can’t help but feel pretty damned excited.
“A little of everything,” Simon says casually, and she smiles widely.
“Of course,” she says.
“Your server for tonight will be Camara. She will provide you with whatever it is you should desire. If and when your taste changes for your entertainment just press the black button in front of you and we will provide you a different view.”
“Thank you, Eve,” we tell her as we both watch her walk away. As soon as she does she’s replaced by Camara, a smoking hot black girl wearing a silver teddy covered by a black see-through robe. She delivers our drinks order we incorrectly gave to Eve.
“Your first time here, gentleman?” she asks, flashing perfect white teeth, her oval-shaped eyes sweeping over us, and damn she’s sexy. I wonder if all the women here are trained to exude sex on a stick.
“How’d you know?” Simon asks flirtatiously. She leans in towards us.
“Our patrons are usually more…mature.” She gives us a wink and when we look around, having not bothered to look at the other dudes, every guy here looks over forty and fucking loaded. And other than the goddesses walking around in lingerie or dancing on the stage completely naked, there are no women. “The girls are going to love you guys,” she purrs before sauntering away.
“Dude…” Simon breaths out. And I get it. I feel like I’m fifteen again. I squeeze him on the shoulder.
“You did good, reaaal good!” I laugh.
“Devin is going to shit himself for not coming out tonight,” I say. Before long, two beautiful women approach our table, one blonde and one brunette, looking like Victoria’s Secret models with curves, and begin to seductively dance in front of us and then with each other. I lean back in my seat, taking a long gulp of my drink. I look around for dollar bills that usually litter the clubs I’ve been to, and there isn’t any in sight.
“How do we tip them?” I whisper to Simon.
“I think they have numbers, and we tip on our cards,” he says, pointing to the screen on our table next to a black button.
When I bring my gaze back up, the blonde is kneeling in front of me, her tits perfect and nipples glaring at me.
“Dance?” she asks, and my eyes widen.
“Hell yeah!” I say excitedly. She slowly walks down the stairs, looking like a younger Scarlett Johansson, naked except for a pair of black Stilettos. She bends over and opens the bottom drawer neither of us noticed, and pulls out a pair of what looks like silk hand ties.
“We have a no touch policy, so that means I have to tie you up.”
I put my hands out in front of me. She climbs on my lap and leans down so we’re face-to-face.
“Back,” she commands with a wide grin, bringing my arms behind me and tying my hands behind my back while her breasts smash against my chest. She then stands, moving her body seductively to the music before pressing her body against my lap.
“Good evening gentleman. You’re in for a special treat tonight. I am going to sing a song…just for you…”
The hair on the back of my neck stands up. That fuckin’ voice. The soft tone wrapped around a seductive throaty purr. I sit up, making the blonde on my lap shift to the side of me so that I can see what my ears already know. It’s her, wearing a white lace bustier, matching panties, and angel wings. I swallow the lump in my throat as she opens her mouth and begins to sing, and her voice is sultry and soulful as she croons out “At Last.”
She’s hypnotic, demanding the attention of the room, which I have to say is a lot with all the beautiful naked women walking around. Fuck, I came here to get this chic out of my head and with each note she sings she’s crawling deeper into it. I glance over at Simon, who is staring open-mouthed at her.
“Dude, that’s Alana!” I whisper-shout to him. He looks over at me then back at her and begins to laugh.
“I get it now,” he says through a long impressed sigh.
“You know her?” my stripper asks. The flirty smile and friendly tone has morphed into an annoyed growl.
“Uh…not really,” I say quickly, my attention glued back on Alana as she works the crowd, seducing every man in the room with her voice. My dancer unloosens the tie holding my hands and her and her partner leave us like the interest I had in them the moment Alana started singing.
“So she’s a stripper?” Simon asks, his attention turned to me with a huge grin on his face.
“She’s not a stripper, she didn’t take off her clothes…” I say sort of defensively.
“But she barely has any on, man.” I shoot him a look that makes him throw his hands up in defeat. She’s gone, disappeared. Like she was never there. All the men go back to ogling their up-close and personal entertainment…well, except us since ours left. Probably my fault.
“She’s sexy as hell, I’ll say that.”
“Tell me something, why does a girl who looks like her and has a voice like that work in a place like this?” I ask him, feeling annoyed.
“She probably makes more than both of us do combined.”
“Then why the hell would she have to steal cars?” I ask baffled.
“The thrill of it gets me off,” a throaty purr says in my ear. It’s her and I can’t help but fight the grin on my face. I knew her body was amazing but seeing it all glittered up and with the lights, it’s a totally different experience.
“Are you stalking me?” she asks with a wry grin.
How on earth can one woman be so sexy? I will my body to relax into the large leather chair and try to play it cool. I never had to try before, but this girl makes me the opposite of cool. She sets me on fire and it’s driving me nuts.
“You’re the senator’s nephew?” She’s walked in between me and Simon and her glare is on him, and I can’t help but feel jealousy trying to crawl up from my stomach, and I don’t know if it’s because Simon has her attention or if she’s wondering how well acquainted he is with his uncle.
“How’d you know that?” he asks.
“It’s pretty obvious. Most people in here are on the ugly side of fifty, especially where you are. You guys stick out like a nun in a whorehouse.”
“Watch your keys,” I say matter-of-factly and she laughs, sitting on the edge of my chair. I look up at her, as her long legs drape over my lap, and I remember my hands running up her thighs, sliding inside of her, and then it all going to hell. She leans down so her forehead touches the left side of my cheek.
“Are you mad at me?” she whispers, and I bite my lip. I don’t think it’s possible for any man on the planet to be mad at her while she’s wearing the equivalent of a sexy angel getup.
“I might have overreacted…a little.” She giggles and I glare at her. My eyes taking her in, first her as a whole, her perfect breasts, her flat stomach, and swan-like neck. Her dark hair cascading down her body. And her eyes. The eyes that I can’t stop seeing when I sleep. Grey pools of seductive innocence, hiding a secret. This girl is going to be the death of me.