more bearable. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Let’s split,” I said.
“Fine. Where do you wanna go?”
“Let’s head to Cheetah’s.”
Jack stared at me, a baffled look on his face. “Cheetah’s? I thought you told me you’d decided strip clubs were demeaning to women.”
“I changed my mind. Let’s go.”
I paid the tab and a few minutes later Jack and I were in a cab, on our way to the popular West L.A. strip club. I’d worry about getting my car later.
The joint was as hopping as always when we entered. An old Rod Stewart song was playing and it smelled faintly of pot and cigarettes. Men but also a few women were scattered around the long catwalk at the end of the dark space. An assortment of girls wearing only tiny G-strings paraded on the catwalk. A girl who looked Hispanic was bending over, flaunting her shapely behind to a bunch of eager frat boys in a corner, while another girl with straight blond hair lay on her back, her long legs spread wide apart. Two older men and a young woman seemed spellbound by the girl’s pose. The strategically placed disco balls overhead reflected the lights coming from several spotlights, adding a layer of glamor to the girls that made them appear even more seductive.
A tan, voluptuous woman with a shock of black curls appeared. She wore an inviting smile and a sequined purple dress so short it barely covered her crotch. Jack instantly took her hand and kissed her on the cheek, mumbling something in her ear that made her giggle. I shouldn’t be surprised. Cheetah had remained Jack’s favorite hangout after all, so he must know most of the girls fairly well. Just like I used to do more than a year ago. I’d stopped going to strip clubs and the like after falling for Emma and realizing how unhappy I was going out all the time, hooking up with a new girl most nights.
The tan woman took us to a table close to the front of the long catwalk. Prime seats. I chuckled to myself. Jack must have spent plenty of money in this joint for that to happen.
We sat and I gave the busty waitress who immediately showed up our drink orders. Very soon, we were on our second round of drinks and a petite redhead with the tiniest waist I had ever seen on a girl came up and asked if I wanted a lap dance.
I shrugged. “Sure. Why not?”
Smiling pleased, the girl took my hand and nodded toward a dark corner filled with couches. A couple of strippers were gyrating over people seated there already. Without a word, I stood and followed the redhead toward the corner. When we got there, she gently pushed me down on an empty couch, turned her back to me and began moving her hips above my knees in a seductive manner. As if hypnotized, I stared at her rocking hips, at the tiny waist and the very round, very white buttocks as they moved to the music. Even though I had to admit the girl had a great ass, watching her dance failed to excite me. After about thirty seconds she turned around, facing me. Our eyes met. It was sometime when she placed her hands on my chest, smiling tentatively, that I realized that she was probably not even out of her teens yet. Suddenly, I felt like a dirty old man, taking advantage of girls who were much too young for me. I grabbed my wallet and fished out a hundred-dollar bill. I shoved it into the girl’s hand and then moved her aside, telling her I had to leave.
Five minutes later, I was sitting alone in another cab, on my way home.
Nina
I didn’t sleep much that night. All I could think about was Dylan, the way he’d looked when I left Bliss, having told him I couldn’t have dinner with him. Only as I returned home and slipped into bed after my meal with Ricki did the expression on his face fully sink in.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen anyone look so genuinely disappointed.
Yeah, the guy definitely didn’t have a stalker vibe…I flipped over so I was lying on my side. Putting my hands under my chin, I stared into the darkness
“Let’s split,” I said.
“Fine. Where do you wanna go?”
“Let’s head to Cheetah’s.”
Jack stared at me, a baffled look on his face. “Cheetah’s? I thought you told me you’d decided strip clubs were demeaning to women.”
“I changed my mind. Let’s go.”
I paid the tab and a few minutes later Jack and I were in a cab, on our way to the popular West L.A. strip club. I’d worry about getting my car later.
The joint was as hopping as always when we entered. An old Rod Stewart song was playing and it smelled faintly of pot and cigarettes. Men but also a few women were scattered around the long catwalk at the end of the dark space. An assortment of girls wearing only tiny G-strings paraded on the catwalk. A girl who looked Hispanic was bending over, flaunting her shapely behind to a bunch of eager frat boys in a corner, while another girl with straight blond hair lay on her back, her long legs spread wide apart. Two older men and a young woman seemed spellbound by the girl’s pose. The strategically placed disco balls overhead reflected the lights coming from several spotlights, adding a layer of glamor to the girls that made them appear even more seductive.
A tan, voluptuous woman with a shock of black curls appeared. She wore an inviting smile and a sequined purple dress so short it barely covered her crotch. Jack instantly took her hand and kissed her on the cheek, mumbling something in her ear that made her giggle. I shouldn’t be surprised. Cheetah had remained Jack’s favorite hangout after all, so he must know most of the girls fairly well. Just like I used to do more than a year ago. I’d stopped going to strip clubs and the like after falling for Emma and realizing how unhappy I was going out all the time, hooking up with a new girl most nights.
The tan woman took us to a table close to the front of the long catwalk. Prime seats. I chuckled to myself. Jack must have spent plenty of money in this joint for that to happen.
We sat and I gave the busty waitress who immediately showed up our drink orders. Very soon, we were on our second round of drinks and a petite redhead with the tiniest waist I had ever seen on a girl came up and asked if I wanted a lap dance.
I shrugged. “Sure. Why not?”
Smiling pleased, the girl took my hand and nodded toward a dark corner filled with couches. A couple of strippers were gyrating over people seated there already. Without a word, I stood and followed the redhead toward the corner. When we got there, she gently pushed me down on an empty couch, turned her back to me and began moving her hips above my knees in a seductive manner. As if hypnotized, I stared at her rocking hips, at the tiny waist and the very round, very white buttocks as they moved to the music. Even though I had to admit the girl had a great ass, watching her dance failed to excite me. After about thirty seconds she turned around, facing me. Our eyes met. It was sometime when she placed her hands on my chest, smiling tentatively, that I realized that she was probably not even out of her teens yet. Suddenly, I felt like a dirty old man, taking advantage of girls who were much too young for me. I grabbed my wallet and fished out a hundred-dollar bill. I shoved it into the girl’s hand and then moved her aside, telling her I had to leave.
Five minutes later, I was sitting alone in another cab, on my way home.
Nina
I didn’t sleep much that night. All I could think about was Dylan, the way he’d looked when I left Bliss, having told him I couldn’t have dinner with him. Only as I returned home and slipped into bed after my meal with Ricki did the expression on his face fully sink in.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen anyone look so genuinely disappointed.
Yeah, the guy definitely didn’t have a stalker vibe…I flipped over so I was lying on my side. Putting my hands under my chin, I stared into the darkness
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