shifted in the leather seat and sat my drink on the mini table. As I leaned back in my chair a woman swiveled her bar stool around and started to walk towards me. She wasn’t a stripper nor was she with a man…she was going solo just like me. As she came closer, I was able to get a better look through the darkness in the club. She was of Latin descent; she wore her hair in a short sassy style. Most Latino women preferred to wear their hair long so I was pleasantly surprised to see her going against the grain. Subtle makeup accented her auburn face and she possessed the cutest pair of little lips I’d seen in a long time.
“Hello Tyce.” The stranger stood in front of me blocking my view of the stages.
I had to pause for a second and check my ears to make sure I heard her correctly…did she just say my name?
“How do you know my name?” I looked up at her slightly puzzled.
Her lips parted into a smile, “I’m not a stalker or anything like that. My secret is India, she was at the bar goin’ on and on about the sexy man at the corner table. She mentioned once or five times that your name was Tyce.”
“Ohhhh ok, I thought I owed you some money or somethin’ like that.” I joked.
“No you don’t owe me anything but …you can buy me a drink.”
“I can do that if you tell me your name first.” I cocked my head to the side.
She extended her petite hand, “My name is Sabrina.” We continued the conversation for the next hour and polished off a full bottle of Champaign in the process. I knew she was single, a graduate of business school, a dog lover, and she was strictly dickly but slightly bi curious when she was intoxicated. As we ventured into hour number two she surprised me with a move I didn’t expect.
“India! India, come here for a minute.” She waved her hand.
India excitedly made a beeline straight for our table.
“Hey you two, what can I do for you?”
Sabrina lit a cigarette and blew out the smoke before she answered. I was waiting patiently for the answer as well; Sabrina had my curiosity turned up.
“My friend here would like a private dance. Is there some place we could go that is…private?”
India smiled, “There’s a special VIP room upstairs.” Sabrina looked at me and winked, “Ok, have another bottle of Champaign sent up to the room; lead the way sexy lady .”
India had a smile with extra cheese as she motioned for the waitress to come over. She repeated Sabrina’s request in her ear and grabbed both of us by our hands leading us through the club and up the stairs. Sabrina continued to look at me slyly as we followed our stripper to a small comfortable room. Small purple couches lined the walls of the VIP area…Sabrina and I made ourselves comfortable as our hostess stood in the middle of the tiny room. The waitress arrived with an ice cold bottle of bubbly and three glasses.
“Here you go.” Sabrina poured India a glass.
“Why you so quiet Tyce?” India took a sip from her glass.
“I’m jus’ enjoyin’ the view, you have an amazin’ body.” I looked at Sabrina, “Both of you do.”
India twirled her crimped hair with her finger. She had on next to nothing sporting an army print thong and panty set. Light green eye shadow was expertly applied under her arched eyebrow and her lips had a shimmery shine to them. This young beauty looked every bit the sexual fantasy she was supposed to be.
“Let’s get this party started!” Sabrina shouted raising her glass in the air.
“Hold on…you got to pay to play, this aint like downstairs, up here it’s a hundred dollars for a half an hour plus tips.”
Sabrina didn’t flinch, she just unzipped her clutch purse and pulled out three crispy hundred dollar bills.
“One hour plus a tip…I expect you to be fully nude.” Sabrina eyed India flirtatiously.
“It would be my pleasure. Sit back lover boy and enjoy the show, feel free to touch all you want…I know I will.”
Sabrina smacked India’s firm
“Hello Tyce.” The stranger stood in front of me blocking my view of the stages.
I had to pause for a second and check my ears to make sure I heard her correctly…did she just say my name?
“How do you know my name?” I looked up at her slightly puzzled.
Her lips parted into a smile, “I’m not a stalker or anything like that. My secret is India, she was at the bar goin’ on and on about the sexy man at the corner table. She mentioned once or five times that your name was Tyce.”
“Ohhhh ok, I thought I owed you some money or somethin’ like that.” I joked.
“No you don’t owe me anything but …you can buy me a drink.”
“I can do that if you tell me your name first.” I cocked my head to the side.
She extended her petite hand, “My name is Sabrina.” We continued the conversation for the next hour and polished off a full bottle of Champaign in the process. I knew she was single, a graduate of business school, a dog lover, and she was strictly dickly but slightly bi curious when she was intoxicated. As we ventured into hour number two she surprised me with a move I didn’t expect.
“India! India, come here for a minute.” She waved her hand.
India excitedly made a beeline straight for our table.
“Hey you two, what can I do for you?”
Sabrina lit a cigarette and blew out the smoke before she answered. I was waiting patiently for the answer as well; Sabrina had my curiosity turned up.
“My friend here would like a private dance. Is there some place we could go that is…private?”
India smiled, “There’s a special VIP room upstairs.” Sabrina looked at me and winked, “Ok, have another bottle of Champaign sent up to the room; lead the way sexy lady .”
India had a smile with extra cheese as she motioned for the waitress to come over. She repeated Sabrina’s request in her ear and grabbed both of us by our hands leading us through the club and up the stairs. Sabrina continued to look at me slyly as we followed our stripper to a small comfortable room. Small purple couches lined the walls of the VIP area…Sabrina and I made ourselves comfortable as our hostess stood in the middle of the tiny room. The waitress arrived with an ice cold bottle of bubbly and three glasses.
“Here you go.” Sabrina poured India a glass.
“Why you so quiet Tyce?” India took a sip from her glass.
“I’m jus’ enjoyin’ the view, you have an amazin’ body.” I looked at Sabrina, “Both of you do.”
India twirled her crimped hair with her finger. She had on next to nothing sporting an army print thong and panty set. Light green eye shadow was expertly applied under her arched eyebrow and her lips had a shimmery shine to them. This young beauty looked every bit the sexual fantasy she was supposed to be.
“Let’s get this party started!” Sabrina shouted raising her glass in the air.
“Hold on…you got to pay to play, this aint like downstairs, up here it’s a hundred dollars for a half an hour plus tips.”
Sabrina didn’t flinch, she just unzipped her clutch purse and pulled out three crispy hundred dollar bills.
“One hour plus a tip…I expect you to be fully nude.” Sabrina eyed India flirtatiously.
“It would be my pleasure. Sit back lover boy and enjoy the show, feel free to touch all you want…I know I will.”
Sabrina smacked India’s firm
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