got it, thanks,” I say as I pick up the receiver. “James Owens.”
“Mr. Owens, this is Shara Johnson with the DOD. I’m calling to check on the contract we have pending with your company.”
“Yes, we’re almost done with the upgrades to our computer security. Our specialist anticipates having everything up to the contract specifications by Thursday of next week. I believe that gives us an additional seven days for your people to do their tests.” I’m trying to do the math in my head and make sure that I’m right about the days.
“You’re correct. I’m glad to hear that things are still on schedule. Please contact me when you’re ready to proceed. I look forward to your call. Good day, Mr. Owens.”
She hangs up before I can answer her. Why can’t all government people be that efficient?
When I open my laptop I remember what I was doing when Stephanie first walked into my office. I’ve got The Shady Sprocket’s website pulled up. I have been hoping that Vixen will be working again soon, but I’m starting to wonder if it’s worth it. It seemed easier than pining after a woman I didn’t think I could have. Though things may be working out in my favor now. Replaying the almost kiss has my dick responding, something that’s still foreign to me.
I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. It’s a text from Paul.
Dude, she’s dancing on Saturday. You in?
I really need to give it up. Stephanie is real, not a fantasy. She’s brilliant, beautiful, and has accepted my invitation for a date. It would be really fucking stupid to risk all of that to see a woman I’ll never have take her clothes off for a bunch of strangers.
Hell yes. Meet you at 8?
What the fuck am I doing? I need to back out. This is stupid, but then I remember her striking blue eyes, that amazing figure, plump breasts, and legs that would be perfect wrapped around my waist. I can’t believe that I want two women this much. I’ve been celibate so long that I figured this part of me was dead too.
See you there.
The text pulls me out of my head. I’m probably going to Hell for it, but I tell myself I only need one more dance. I just need to see her one more time and finally get her out of my system. I won’t go back after Saturday. Yeah, right.
Present day
I t’s Saturday night and I’m doing shots with Paul at The Shady Sprocket. I don’t really like tequila, but I’m determined to have a good time. I checked the Sprocket’s Facebook page just to be sure Paul was right, and it showed that Vixen is dancing tonight. I can’t get her off my mind and it’s starting to really piss me off. Hopefully seeing her again tonight will end this madness once and for all.
I watch impatiently as a lot of dancers come and go from the main stage. This isn’t the classiest place and most of the women look like they’ve been rode hard and put away wet. I realize that it’s a living and they are making a choice, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. I put in an order with our waitress for another round of shots when the announcement I’ve been waiting for comes over the speakers.
“Now on stage is the lovely Chastity and next up will be our very own Vixen. Get ready folks, it’s about to get hotter in here!”
My heart rate spikes when I hear her name. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m never this worked up over a woman. In fact, I’ve pretty much sworn off them. I can’t take another brutal hit like the last time. But this pull is undeniable and I’m powerless to resist it.
The bouncers take the stage when the last dancer leaves, wiping down the pole and cleaning the floor. It’s obvious that they treat Vixen much better than the other girls. By the size of the crowd, I’m guessing that she brings in a lot of business for the club. The lights dim, the first guitar riff of “Pour Some Sugar on Me” starts, and the crowd is on their feet, all vying for a spot by the stage. Thankfully my height works to my advantage and I
“Mr. Owens, this is Shara Johnson with the DOD. I’m calling to check on the contract we have pending with your company.”
“Yes, we’re almost done with the upgrades to our computer security. Our specialist anticipates having everything up to the contract specifications by Thursday of next week. I believe that gives us an additional seven days for your people to do their tests.” I’m trying to do the math in my head and make sure that I’m right about the days.
“You’re correct. I’m glad to hear that things are still on schedule. Please contact me when you’re ready to proceed. I look forward to your call. Good day, Mr. Owens.”
She hangs up before I can answer her. Why can’t all government people be that efficient?
When I open my laptop I remember what I was doing when Stephanie first walked into my office. I’ve got The Shady Sprocket’s website pulled up. I have been hoping that Vixen will be working again soon, but I’m starting to wonder if it’s worth it. It seemed easier than pining after a woman I didn’t think I could have. Though things may be working out in my favor now. Replaying the almost kiss has my dick responding, something that’s still foreign to me.
I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. It’s a text from Paul.
Dude, she’s dancing on Saturday. You in?
I really need to give it up. Stephanie is real, not a fantasy. She’s brilliant, beautiful, and has accepted my invitation for a date. It would be really fucking stupid to risk all of that to see a woman I’ll never have take her clothes off for a bunch of strangers.
Hell yes. Meet you at 8?
What the fuck am I doing? I need to back out. This is stupid, but then I remember her striking blue eyes, that amazing figure, plump breasts, and legs that would be perfect wrapped around my waist. I can’t believe that I want two women this much. I’ve been celibate so long that I figured this part of me was dead too.
See you there.
The text pulls me out of my head. I’m probably going to Hell for it, but I tell myself I only need one more dance. I just need to see her one more time and finally get her out of my system. I won’t go back after Saturday. Yeah, right.
Present day
I t’s Saturday night and I’m doing shots with Paul at The Shady Sprocket. I don’t really like tequila, but I’m determined to have a good time. I checked the Sprocket’s Facebook page just to be sure Paul was right, and it showed that Vixen is dancing tonight. I can’t get her off my mind and it’s starting to really piss me off. Hopefully seeing her again tonight will end this madness once and for all.
I watch impatiently as a lot of dancers come and go from the main stage. This isn’t the classiest place and most of the women look like they’ve been rode hard and put away wet. I realize that it’s a living and they are making a choice, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. I put in an order with our waitress for another round of shots when the announcement I’ve been waiting for comes over the speakers.
“Now on stage is the lovely Chastity and next up will be our very own Vixen. Get ready folks, it’s about to get hotter in here!”
My heart rate spikes when I hear her name. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m never this worked up over a woman. In fact, I’ve pretty much sworn off them. I can’t take another brutal hit like the last time. But this pull is undeniable and I’m powerless to resist it.
The bouncers take the stage when the last dancer leaves, wiping down the pole and cleaning the floor. It’s obvious that they treat Vixen much better than the other girls. By the size of the crowd, I’m guessing that she brings in a lot of business for the club. The lights dim, the first guitar riff of “Pour Some Sugar on Me” starts, and the crowd is on their feet, all vying for a spot by the stage. Thankfully my height works to my advantage and I
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