Dirty Old Men [And Other Stories] (Zane Presents) (22 page)

Georgie had been a bitter and untrustful man ever since. Why give your heart and soul to a woman and family who could break it so callously? So he became a scavenger of porous relationships with no ties or commitments, and found himself falling into a ridiculous fetish for strip club dancers.

With the night still young at a quarter past midnight on Thursday, Georgie drove a few miles down the road to Pony Rides, a larger, brighter and more raucous strip club. He pulled up in the massive parking lot to think it over.

“Only problem with this club is that these white girls ain’t got no ass in here,” he said out loud, while climbing out of his car. “Then again, they usually have a few black girls mixed in, and a few Spanish ones.”
So let me go in here and see what it looks like tonight.

At the entrance door, the cashiers and bouncers stopped him and asked him for a membership card.

“Oh, shit, I forgot about that,” Georgie informed them.

The white strip clubs liked to deal more with their usual customers.

“You left it at home?” the white male cashier asked him. He looked like a tall basketball player.

Georgie hesitated. Did they have a computer list of names? He presumed that they didn’t. It was a damn stripper club. So he went for broke with his hunch.

“Ah, yeah, I accidentally left it at home, man.”

“Well, I gotta charge you a ten-dollar entrance fee.”

Georgie shrugged. He had just gotten a ten-dollar bill back from the door at Peaches & Cream. So he dug back into his pocket and handed the cashier the bill.

There was a different style of music in the place. They were playing Britney Spears talking about being a “slave for you.” There was a different type of energy and lighting in the club as well. It was much brighter with a much larger stage in the center of the room. The white-girl ratio was three to one, with nearly twenty white girls, three black, two Latinas, and two Asians.

Georgie didn’t feel as comfortable in this club. The competition for the limited black women in the room was steep. All of the fantasizing white men wanted them.

“Hey ah, you wanna dance, sweetheart?” the first big-boned white girl asked him as soon as he took a seat away from the main stage. Georgie never cared to be all up in the middle of things. The chairs and tables that were placed against the walls allowed him a chance to ease out of the bright lights.

He looked over the meaty, blonde-haired, white woman in sequined gold panties and bra, and he imagined that she could break his damn leg, if she accidentally fell on him.

How the hell they let a big-ass white girl like her in here?
he questioned.

“Naw, baby, let me buy a drink or something first. I just got up in here.”

“Okay, I’ll come back around and check on you a little later then.”

“Yeah, give it some time though,” he responded. Once she walked away from him, he mumbled, “A whole
lot
of time.”

Then he began to survey the room to see if he could find what he liked.

Good God, look at this Asian girl!
he mused excitedly.
She look as pretty as a doll baby. And she’s working that little thing, too.

He watched as a petite, Thai stripper worked her hips to perfection at the far-right end of the stage. She was much smaller than what he normally preferred, but if he got a chance to talk to her, he was willing to pay for her sexiness alone.

“I bet she get
all
the business up in here,” he mumbled. The woman was that cute.

A heavyset white man at the table to his right overheard him and laughed. “You’re talking about Cindy, aren’t ya’?”

“Who’s Cindy?”

The man pointed to their right. “The China doll up there on stage.”

“You sure she’s Chinese and not something else?” The Asian stripper had a strong tanned hue that hinted of a browner country.

“Well, yeah, she’s probably ah, Vietnamese or something.”

“Whatever the hell she is, she’s
bad,
” Georgie stated.

The white man laughed again. “You want me to call her over here for you when she’s finished dancing?”

Georgie looked at the Asian beauty again and noticed how many eager men were tossing dead presidents in her direction on stage. He figured at least ten different customers would want her services as soon as she stepped off the stage.

“Are you sure she’ll get anywhere near us back here. We might need to move the hell up to get a crack at her,” he joked.

The man shook his head and grinned. “No, I know her real well. She’ll come. But if she comes, she’s used to being paid
well,
I’ll tell you that. So if you can’t afford it, then tell me now and I’ll leave her alone.”

The man sounded like an in-house pimp. Georgie looked him over. “How much she asking to dance?”

The man shrugged. “Fifty dollars is a good starting amount.”

Georgie chuckled. “And how much do you get out of that, ten, twenty percent?”

The man looked appalled. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me, how much do
you
get out of it? You over here making the deals for her, right?”

“Nah, it’s nothing like that. I know what she’s used to, so I kind of look out for her.”

“Yeah, that’s what I mean. So what does she kick you back for looking out for her?”

The man looked embarrassed by the question. “I mean, I don’t really ask her for anything like, you know, a percentage of what she makes. But if, you know, she wants to offer me something—”

Georgie cut off the man’s ramblings. “So, what else does she do? I mean, I got more than fifty. But I’m not giving that up for her to dance around me in circles and shit.”

The man nodded and changed his tone. “Well, what do you have in mind?”

“What can the little girl handle?” Georgie asked him.

The man began to laugh. He looked Georgie in his face for a moment of candor. “She can handle
a lot
for the right price. But how much can
you
handle?”

Okay, so he
is
a pimp,
Georgie told himself.
I wonder if the rest of the people in here know that.
“Okay, so what exactly are we talking about—fucking?”

The white man looked around the bright room before he answered. The next hot pop song was pumping through the club speakers, Lil Wayne’s “
she lick me like a lollipop
” anthem.

The man answered in lowered tones, “You don’t make enough to fuck her. We’re talking your whole week’s salary.”

Georgie felt offended. “How the hell you know what my salary is?”

Suddenly, the man stopped paying attention to him. He went back to watching Cindy entice the men from center stage.

Shit,
Georgie thought.
I wonder how much he’s talking. I never thought I’d end up dealing with a side-stage pimp.

He felt the whole idea was awkward. He would rather deal strictly with the women. Otherwise, he may as well had been picking up a hooker from the street corners. But he figured the strip club dancers were sexier. And he could see exactly what he was getting before offering to pay for it.

Finally, the man leaned back in his direction calmly. “Make her a respectable offer, and I’ll let you know if it’s good enough.”

What the hell does that mean, “a respectable offer?
” Georgie pondered.
How much does he think this girl is worth?

When Cindy made her way from the stage and into the midst of eager customers, she casually looked over in the direction of the heavy-set white man at the back. Her look was so smooth and effortless that no one suspected anything. But when the heavy white man shook his head just as casually, Georgie recognized it as an obvious sign of a no-go.

Shit! They’re really working this thing,
he realized.

The man then stood up to leave. “You have a good time,” he commented, before he moved near another man who was eyeing the Asian beauty. Georgie watched him as he sat down and began another conversation.

So she’s doing double time in here. But these motherfuckers have to know that. How could they get away with that?

Georgie imagined that someone would surely screw up sooner or later and create a leak. So he figured it must have been a fairly new game that they were playing.

And if that’s the case, this opportunity may not last that long in here. She may be kicked out to find another place to scheme in,
he presumed.

Time was of the essence. Georgie figured it was now or never. The Asian beauty and her smiling charm was calling out to him as he continued to watch her entertain the ready and willing customers inside the room.

Three hundred dollars. I’ll start from there and see what he says,
he decided. He hadn’t even bothered to order a drink yet. And by the time he got up to make his move in the girl’s direction, Cindy began to give a lucky man a very satisfying lap dance.

“It’s all part of the business,” Georgie noted to himself as he headed toward them. Before he could arrive, another white stripper stepped out in front of him and was all smiles. She was dark-haired with a much slimmer body than the first one. In fact, the young woman was so thin that Georgie could count the bones in her rib cage.

“How are you doing tonight?” she asked him. “Is there anything you need for me to help you with?”

To humor himself, Georgie smiled and asked, “Will you do anything I want?”

“Well, that all depends on what it is.”

“And what if I want more than a lap dance?”

“Well, then, in that case, we have private rooms available toward the back.”

His unattractiveness didn’t seem to matter to the strippers in that club. So Georgie began to wonder how much they would allow a man to get away with inside the private rooms. He looked toward the black-curtain doorway on the other side of the dance stage.

But I don’t want a skinny-ass white girl back there with me,
he thought.

The Asian girl, Cindy, wasn’t much meatier, but she was five times cuter. So he turned down the anorexic white woman and moved to next-in-line position for Cindy.

“Naw, I think I’ll pass on that trip, darling.”

The white stripper shrugged and moved on. “All right, suit yourself.”

Feeling that he had blown his earlier chance to cut a deal for Cindy, Georgie became more assertive in positioning himself for her services. He even pulled out larger bills from his wallet to count up three hundred dollars in plain view of the white man who had propositioned him. So when the desirable Asian girl had finishing dancing for the first man, she had no discrepancies about going into a private back room with Georgie.

“I have to go back and change first,” she told him in accented English.

Georgie grinned. He liked her accent as well.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting right here for you.”

The horde of white men, who surrounded him at front stage, viewed his hand full of large bills and realized that he wanted first bid when the girl returned. Even the side-stage pimp acknowledged him. So when Cindy returned to the main floor from the dressing rooms, wearing a tropical bra and panties set, she was all Georgie’s.

“Come on,” she told him, grabbing his hand and leading him toward the private rooms. Money talked loudly.

They passed through the black-curtain doorway and selected a small, open room to the right, closing a second black curtain behind them. A chair sat in the corner of the red-lighted room.

Cindy pushed Georgie into the chair and immediately climbed on top of him, placing a small white towel over his crotch.

“Yeah, I like it rough, just like that,” he told her.

She smiled and worked her petite body into his massive one. Georgie grabbed her by her hips and enjoyed the ride until his crotch became too uncomfortable. He didn’t have enough wiggle room in his pants for his pulsating hard-on.

“Wait a minute. Let me readjust this thing.” He removed the towel to dig into his pants and tug his penis closer to center. He wanted to free it from its trapped position on the left side of his drawers. Then he got bold with the girl.

“You think you can handle one this big?” he asked, refering to his penis.

Cindy grinned and nodded. “Mmm-hmm, yeah.”

“Well, let me see.” Georgie placed her pussy directly on his bulge. “You sure you got something deep enough for that?”

The stripper attempted to place the white towel back between his crotch and hers. But Georgie wouldn’t allow her to. He wanted to see how far he could go with things. And if he placed his dick in the perfect position, maybe she could feel how great it would be to push it all the way up inside of her. But Cindy wanted no part of that. So she squirmed to the left and right to avoid dead-on contact between her kitten and his tiger.

“No, you don’t do that,” she whined in her accent as she wrestled with him.

Georgie slid his large fingers inside of her panties to see if she was wet.

“No,” she responded, grabbing his hand. “You can’t do that.”

“I’m trying to see if you’re big enough. You wanna go somewhere else for this money after work?”

The stripper struggled to stand up from his lap and quickly looked up into the corner of the room. Georgie followed her eyes and spotted the tiny eye of a video camera.

“Aw, shit, they got fucking cameras in here,” he blasted.

The next thing he knew, a big white bouncer pulled open the curtain on them.

“Your time’s up, let’s go.”

“I thought these were
private
rooms,” Georgie said. “Where the hell you come from? We just got in here.”

Cindy didn’t plan on staying around to hear his argument. The whole fiasco was embarrassing to her; she left the private room area and returned to the main stage.

The bouncer told Georgie, “We have certain rules in here that everyone has to follow to keep our club license. So if you’re not gonna follow them, then we’ll be forced to strip you of your membership.”

I don’t even have a fucking membership here!
Georgie incensed to himself. He stood up with his money, still in hand, and headed to the curtain doorway. He walked back out onto the main floor, a dejected man again. And when he spotted Cindy lap dancing for the next customer, he felt even more insignificant.