Absolutely Unforgivable (11 page)

Get Low
by Lil’ Jon played over the loudspeakers and a leggy blonde danced on the large stage in the center of the club. I looked around curiously. I don’t really know what I was expecting; but it was a nice place with expensive decor.

I spotted something I wasn’t expecting near the front entrance. It looked like it was a clothing boutique. I leaned into Mindy to ask her about it. Her eyes widened, as if she had forgotten it existed. She popped up, grabbed my hand, and dragged me across the club to go check it out.

While I worked my way through the racks of exotic looking clothes, Jeromy came up behind me and put his hands around my waist. Startled, I turned around to see who was grabbing me and was happy to see it was Jeromy’s strong arms holding me tight.

He glanced up at some of the sexy clothes and leaned in to whisper in my ear, asking if I wanted any of them. I shook my head no but seeing the disappointed look on his face, I pointed out one of the dresses I did actually like and he perked up. It was a simple white dress, tight-fitting like the one I had on today, with long sleeves, but at the bottom of the sleeves on this new dress were feathers. It was kind of cute and it made Jeromy happy that I picked a dress out in the club, so that was enough for me.

I put it up to me, looking back at Jeromy to see what he thought and I got a huge smile of approval as I laughed to myself, thinking of what Starla had said to me earlier that day. Guess she would be getting her way after all. Jeromy narrowed his eyes, wondering what I found so amusing, but instead I just leaned in and gave him a kiss, thanking him for buying me the dress.

Mindy found a few things she liked as well and then we all made our way back to the VIP section where Billy and the boys were already getting down to business.

My eyes locked on Billy who had a tall and slender brunette standing in front of him, seductively dancing before him. I sat back down in my chair, carefully trying to avoid getting in the way of the exotic dancer. Jeromy sat next to me and turned his head to watch the pretty girl now dancing on the smaller stage to the side of the club.

The bad part about being back in my chair was now I was only inches away from his leggy seductress and that made me rather uncomfortable, especially as she turned around to face me, her backside to Billy. Then she started to remove her dress. She locked eyes with mine, never removing her gaze from me as she bent over in front of Billy and then playfully tossed her dress in my lap, while giving me a wink.

She then turned back to face Billy, her body swaying to the music and Billy with his hands by his side, lifted one up to gently rub her thigh. I wanted to look away but I couldn’t. I was so intensely wrapped up in watching this tall and beautifully buxom brunette seduce him. He put his hand back down and then shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

She turned back around and bent over in front of him yet again. As her head came back up with her hair flying in the air, she glanced over at me. And then with a devilish grin on her face, she walked towards me. She put her hands on the side of my chair and then rolled it over to be closer to her and Billy.

I was now positioned directly in front of Billy’s chair with only just enough room for the dancer to stand between us.

She put her hand on the side of his chair, while still facing me, leaned back in a way that she was grinding her behind in his pants. I was close enough that, even over the music, I could hear as he let out a soft moan.

While she ground against the now growing bulge in his pants, she never took her eyes off of me. She then leaned in to me, our lips were millimeters apart, all the while making sure Billy had a great view of her ass, as she came in closer to me. I started to lean back, but she shook her head no. She then pulled her body up, and used the side of my chair to hold herself up as she started to dance for me. Her legs wrapped around mine, I was frozen in place, unable to move a single muscle as she gently rubbed her large breasts across my lips.

I was embarrassed at all the attention on me, yet strangely aroused by what she was doing. Soon she turned her attention back to Billy, while still at times playfully moving in to me as if she was going to kiss me.

The boys ate it up and after her dance was complete I noticed Billy tucked a hundred dollar bill in her little G-string panties. The stripper gave him a kiss on the cheek, thanked him for the dance, grabbed her clothes and then made her way back to the dressing room near the back of the club. I was surprised Billy paid her so much money for the dance. I was sure I heard someone saying earlier that a private dance was only twenty dollars but I didn’t give it much thought -- I was too distracted by everything else going on around me.

I scooted my seat back to its original position and leaned over to give Jeromy a kiss. He had hardly noticed what had taken place with Billy, myself, and the stripper, as his attention was on the girl dancing on the bigger, center stage. He seemed to be mesmerized by her and that for some reason really bothered me. I don’t even know why; he’s looked at pretty girls before.

I guess it was because just a few moments ago some girl was practically trying to have sex with me, right next to him and he didn’t even notice. I had some stripper’s breasts right in my face, with her nipples pressing against my lips and while all the other men loved every second of it, Jeromy didn’t seem the slightest bit interested.

But after a moment I realized I was being ridiculous and did my best to shake off my petty jealousies. Jeromy loved me. I knew he did and while he may ogle all of these half naked women, who admittedly were beautiful, I knew his heart belonged to me. And tonight, when we went home, he would be with me.

I put my hand on his lap and softly ran my fingers up and down his thigh. He sighed peacefully and then took my hand and started softly caressing it with his thumb but he still didn’t take his attention off of the girl on stage, the same girl who had previously been dancing on the smaller stage.

Maybe there is another way I could get his attention. I leaned over and whispered, “Baby, I need some money.” Without even glancing my way he took out his wallet, pulled some cash out and started to hand it to me. I looked at the wad of money in his hand and grabbed one of the twenty dollar bills.

I would like to say that what happened next was the fault of all of the drinks I had earlier in the day and then again in the limo on the way over. Yes, I would like to say that was the reason, but it probably wasn’t. I don’t know, maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. I guess I still don’t know why I did what I did next. It was so out of character for me. But still I couldn't seem to help myself. It was like someone or something possessed my body and dragged me to that stage.

At first I walked around to the front of the center stage, I folded the twenty dollar bill over so I could tuck it in the side of her panties like I had seen Billy do earlier with the other girl. But the tall, sensuous looking blonde shook her head now and instead eyed a small set of stairs to the side.

I walked over thinking it was easier for her to grab the money from me if I was slightly higher up. She eyed me carefully as I walked over to her and then gave me a huge smile was I started to reach up and hand it to her. Again she slowly shook her head no. She looked to the stairs, as if telling me to walk up them. I looked at them and then for some reason did it. I walked up the stairs carefully as she took my hand and guided me next to her.

As if on cue, another stripper came on the stage and started grinding on the pole in front of us while yet another came on stage with a folding chair which she put right smack in the middle of the stage. The girl who had just set out the chair then went over to the pole on the side of the stage and matched the seductive grinding that the other was doing.

Just then I noticed the DJ started playing a new song overhead and the lighting in the club changed just slightly. I looked over to my side, barely able to move, completely mesmerized by what was happening all around me, and saw someone had turned a fog machine on. I watched as the stage slowly became consumed by the smoke.

The sexy blonde pushed me down onto the chair and stood in front of me, slowly swaying to the beat. As the words of the song started playing she mouthed them as she danced provocatively in front of me. She turned around to face the crowd as the next part of the song played. I was frozen in place, unable to move, but not really wanting to either. I couldn’t see the faces that were in the crowd, only the few men who had begun to walk up to the front of the stage and lay their money down.

I glanced over to the girls who had been grinding on the poles. They were now doing feats of acrobatics that would have impressed anyone. They bounced and spun around the pole like they were performing some sort of graceful tumbling routine in the Olympics. I could barely take my eyes off of them. They were amazing.

Then my stripper came back to me. She stood in front of me again, alluringly swaying to the beat of the music. She was so captivating. Then just as quickly she was gone back to the center of the stage, entertaining the rest of the crowd.

I looked down and noticed the sea of people that had flooded the pit, the sunken area of the club around the stage. Again she turned to me to say, “You can touch me if you want.” And as she did you could hear the cheers from the crowd. They loved every minute of the girl’s act.

The two acrobatic strippers continued with their performance on the poles while my stripper came up behind me, and continued her onstage seduction of me and perhaps the rest of the crowd.

My body tingled, as she touched me. She bent over and whispered in my ear, while keeping her eyes on the men now crowding the stage area throwing money hand over fist at them. I couldn’t hear what she said; but I’m not even sure she said anything. It was all just so erotic and confusing and sensual.

At the end of the song the girls quickly scooped up the piles and piles of money on the floor of the stage and I stood up while another girl took my folded chair from under me. In a daze I walked towards the end of the stage and found Jeromy standing there waiting for me with a huge smile on his face. He put his arms up to catch me and I fell into his arms as he lifted me off of the stage.

“God, I love you Stacy,” he said to me as he gently put me on the ground.

“I love you too,” I quietly said to him and I softly ran my hand against the growing bulge in his pants and then led him by the hand back to our seats in the VIP area of the club.

When Jeromy and I took our seats again, I noticed Billy wasn’t in his. I looked around the club to try and find him but he wasn’t anywhere. I asked Jeromy where he had gone off to but Jeromy just shrugged as if he didn’t know. Travis must have overheard me and loudly responded, “You don’t need to worry about Billy. I’m sure he’s somewhere being
well
taken care of.”

The others started laughing but I wasn’t amused. I leaned into Jeromy and gave him a kiss on the cheek, trying to ignore what Travis said. Jeromy squeezed my hand and led it back down to his thigh.

Soon after, Mindy, Darla, Starla, and Tiffany decided it was time to make a trip to the bathroom. Mindy grabbed my free hand and informed me I needed to go with them. Jeromy nodded in agreement and let go of my other hand as Mindy dragged me to a brightly lit room in the back of the club.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the brightness and as they did I started to take in the strange sights before me. There was a long mirror that ran the full length of the room. The counter that was just below it had several small, short bar stools nearby. Strippers were everywhere. Watching them I couldn’t help but think back to the bar I worked at in Oklahoma. These girls were really no different than the waitresses back home. They were all back here touching up their hair and makeup, chatting about customers and the ’pervy’ things some of them had said to them, just like the girls back at home did. They were just normal girls, spending a day at work. The only real difference of course being, their day at work involved removing their top. I guess that was one glaring difference. But still at heart they really weren’t any different than me or any of my friends.

An older, pudgy woman with light brown hair with quite a bit of grey mixed in, stood off to the side of the room. Her table was full of all kinds of makeup and hair accessories. As she helped one of the girls touch up her makeup I noticed a large clear jar on her table full of money. While I wondered what that was all about Mindy leaned in a quietly informed me that was her tip jar. She made her living from the tips the dancers gave her for doing their hair and makeup and occasionally sewing up any wardrobe malfunctions.

Just past her was a row of lockers where I surmised the strippers kept their personal items safely locked up while they worked. On the other side of the room were some showers and then beyond that a few bathroom stalls. Compared to the glorious grandeur of the rest of the club, the dressing room was surprisingly plain and unattractive.

Darla and Starla were leaning against the counter fixing their hair and makeup and Mindy was deep in a conversation with one of the dancers asking her about how she got her hair to sparkle like that; so I took a seat in a nearby chair. The pudgy older lady came up behind me and started messing with my hair. “You are a pretty little thing, aren’t you?”

I gave her a smile, not really sure how to answer her. She dragged me over to her table and sat me down on a tall bar stool. She pulled out various cases and brushes and worked on my face. It felt so good having her do it. It was very relaxing. Before long she began working her magic on my hair and then she put a hand on one of my knees and spun me around to face the long mirror in the room as she asked me, “So what do you think?”