Dirty Old Men [And Other Stories] (Zane Presents) (24 page)

The waitress eyed him and was ready to answer him in the affirmative. Georgie could read it on her face, too. She was determined. Before she could answer him, he said, “You know what, I know when I’m being suck-ered, and there’s no way in the world you got everyone in here to pay you for two drinks.”

The waitress opened her mouth to argue her point, but Georgie kept on going with his argument. “So if that’s how you guys wanna treat me in here tonight, after I paid my twenty dollars to stand up against the damn wall, then you can keep that money as a donation to research on cancer.”

It was a perfectly dramatic scene to vacate the premises and wait out back in his car for Sugar. However, as soon as Georgie reached his car and started up his engine, he began to wonder if the stripper would actually meet him outside like she said she would.

“Well, if she don’t, then…I’m on my own to decide what I want to do next.” And if push came to shove, he thought of driving around downtown Atlanta to look for a hooker. But that would be his last option. He figured that strippers were much safer.

He waited a few minutes in his car at the curbside parking spot, contemplating everything. Then he drove around to the back of the club for pickup. When he arrived, the back exit door was closed and unattended.

Just give it a few minutes.
But when a few minutes became a solid ten, he began to doubt the validity of the deal.

“Yeah, looks like she just pulled my damn leg,” he grumbled. He didn’t wanna pay an extra hundred dollars no way. “I can get a good hooker for
two
hundred.”

But as soon as he decided to pull off, the back exit door opened, and Sugar walked out, wearing blue jeans and a thin, brown leather jacket, while carrying a big gold bag.

Georgie quickly pulled up beside her and swung open his passenger side door.
Shit. Now I have to hit an ATM machine to get that extra hundred dollars,
he mused.

The chocolate stripper climbed into the car.

“I’m sorry, I had to count everything up before I left.”

“How much do you have to give the club?” Georgie asked.

“Forty-fuckin’-percent,” she spat. “But you’ll still make more here than at a lot of other clubs because their clientele is stronger.”

“What, with all the drug-dealing hustlers and shit who hang out around here?”

She nodded. “Yup. And it’s usually less girls in here. But, at some of the other clubs, they make your ass compete with thirty other girls to see who makes what. And in that situation, if you’re not a top bitch, you might walk out with a hundred dollars after shaking your ass half the fucking night. That’s why I don’t feel like being up in
here
tonight. That’s what they do when they invite all these new bitches to the party. But the club still makes
their
money.”

Georgie smiled. “Yeah, they sure do.” He had been to nearly forty different strip clubs in the Atlanta region over the past twenty years, and the only thing that stopped the owners from doing long-lasting business was greed and corruption. So many of the clubs had closed down, only for new ones to spring up.

In fact, Georgie had been propositioning strippers for a decade. But his homely looks, frugality, and sour attitude all had stopped him from being a lot more successful.

“So, where are we going?” Sugar asked.

Along Interstate 20, there were plenty of exits with cheap inns and hotel rooms, so Georgie shrugged at the question.

“Once we hit I-Twenty, we’ll pick a place off the road. It don’t matter to me.”

“Well, let’s go to the Quality Inn,” she suggested. “They usually have good breakfast.”

Georgie wondered,
How long did she intend to stay with me tonight? How many times has she visited the Quality Inn with a stranger?

Sugar read his mind through the silence. “I don’t do this all the time; you know, go home with someone from the club. I don’t feel like being bothered with all that shit tonight. I need to pay my damn bills. You know what I mean?”

Georgie nodded. He wasn’t in a position to judge. They both needed what they needed. And he needed some fantasy pussy that evening.

“Well, I do need to stop at one of these gas stations for an ATM machine to get that extra hundred for you. But ah, if I’m doin’ a little extra for you, then maybe you’ll be fine with doin’ a little extra for me.”

Sugar looked at him. “Say what you want then.”

Georgie looked down between her long legs. “Now you know what I want. I want to
feel it,
every inch of them long legs of yours.”

Sugar chuckled. “Well, you might want to withdraw more than a hundred dollars from that ATM machine, for all of that.”

“I got a one hundred-dollar limit,” he lied.

“Oh yeah, well, I got a limit, too. And you can touch it, but you can’t fuck it, unless the money is right.”

Georgie found himself in another quagmire. Now the price was more than four-hundred dollars to fuck—maybe five or
six
hundred.

“Can I ask you question?” he mumbled.

“What?”

“How old are you?”

She had a young woman’s looks and an old woman’s ways.

“I’m twenty. Why?”

Georgie looked at the chocolate-skinned stripper in his passenger seat and was shocked. “
Twenty?
Well, you ain’t even legal enough to be in there.”

“You ain’t see me
drinking.
And us young ones get more money in the clubs.”

But with her being that young, it changed everything for Georgie. There was no way in hell he was giving a twenty-year-old five hundred dollars for some pussy. He figured she was at least
twenty-five
with some responsibilities at home, like a kid or two. Age twenty was totally different, even if she
did
have a child.

“You got any kids?”

She shook her head vehemently. “No. I don’t have time for kids.”

“So, what you need all that money for, shopping?”

Sugar paused. “You know what, you just reminded me to stop telling people my damn age, because they always get it confused. I’ve been on my own ever since
sixteen.
And nobody gave me
nothing
that I didn’t
work
hard for. I got
bills
like everybody else. And I don’t even
do
a lot of shopping.
Grocery
shopping, maybe.”

“So, you got your own place and everything?” All of a sudden, she became a lot more interesting. She was more of a case study to him now.

Sugar pointed to a twenty-four-hour gas station at the exit ramp off Interstate 20. “Don’t you need to go handle that money? There’s a gas station right there.”

Georgie was now hesitant to get more money for her. “You know, three hundred is good enough.”

“Well, let me out right here then,” she told him. And she meant it. Georgie looked her into her eyes and knew it.

Shit!
he cursed himself.
This night just keeps getting longer on me.

He decided to stall. He needed time to figure out how to handle the situation. But he was leaning toward paying the girl. “You don’t really want me to let you out right here.”

She nodded and agreed with him. “You know what, you’re right. I would want you to drive me back to the club, so I can find somebody else to finish off my night with.”

“That makes it sound like you do this a lot,” he commented.

“No, but if I already made that decision, then I go with it; not like some
other
people who change their damn
minds,
” she hinted.

Georgie chuckled. “Well, if you remember, we started at three, and agreed on four. So that’s where we need to stay. That way, neither one of us changes our minds.”

“Yeah, but then you started talking about needing more than a dance.”

“Yeah, if you need more than three hundred. That’s a whole lot of money for a dance. And I figure what
I
want would be
easier.
”

She looked at him and grimaced. “
Easier?
”

“Yeah, you can lay down and relax. You don’t have to move as many muscles.”

“All right. That’s what I’ma do, too.”

“Well, that don’t mean you don’t have to move
nothing.
”

“Umm, are you gonna get the money or what?” she questioned.

Georgie turned inside the station and pulled up into a parking space.

“So, we agree on four hundred then,” he concluded.

Sugar nodded. “Yeah. Four hundred.”

Georgie walked inside, feeling defeated. He still didn’t want to pay that much. “At least I’m not paying more,” he mumbled at the ATM machine.

He pulled out a hundred-forty dollars in cash and separated the extra forty.
I have to pay for the damn room, too,
he pondered.
But I can do that with my card.

They pulled into the parking lot of a Quality Inn a few miles up the road, and Georgie paid for the room before he drove the young stripper around to the back entrance. He didn’t want to walk in the front with her. It would look too obvious.

They climbed out of the car and walked up to the room without much discussion. They had said everything they needed to say.

As soon as they entered the room, the stripper announced that she needed to take a quick shower.

“That sounds like a good idea,” Georgie told her. “Go wash all of that club smoke off of you.”

Sugar looked at him and smirked. “And what are you gonna wash off of
you?
”

“Hard work,” he quipped.

“Whatever.”

While the young stripper took her shower, Georgie thought again about his night. Four hundred dollars was a bit more than he wanted to spend, but at least he was getting what he wanted, another successful roll in the hay with an enticing stripper.

I should lock down one girl instead of going through all of this other shit,
he contemplated.
But once you lock down a girl, the shit can become even more expensive. At least a stripper makes her own got’ damn money. Maybe I should keep one of them.

He had no idea what he wanted to do regarding women. He had been sleeping around as a scavenger for so long that he didn’t know what a real relationship was like anymore. He presumed that a man paid for everything.

Sugar walked out from the bathroom wearing a white bath towel and nothing else, and Georgie’s dick got hard immediately.

“So, I don’t have to dance at all, right? You want me to lay down and be still?”

Georgie didn’t like the sound of that, especially for four hundred dollars. “As a matter of fact, with them long legs of yours, I might want you to bend over that desk right there and put them high heels back on.”

It was what he had been thinking about.

Sugar looked at the office desk to the right of the television cabinet and grinned. “You got condoms?”

Georgie pulled them out of his thick wallet. “Never leave home without ’em.”

“Do you mind if I put the television on? I don’t like it dead silent. It’s a pet peeve of mine.”

Georgie shrugged. “Turn it on then.”

Sugar clicked on the color television set with the remote control and turned the channel to late-night videos. “I’m so used to music now,” she told him. The new T.I. video was on.

Sugar dropped her towel and slid her heels back on, performing a few snake-like dance moves to the music.

“Mmmph,” Georgie grunted, watching her. He moved to undo his pants and expose his excitement to her.

The young stripper stopped dancing and held out her right hand.

“Um, where’s the money?”

Georgie dug back into his falling pants pocket and gave it to her. She counted the four-hundred dollars and slid it into her bag. Then she snake-danced back over to the desk to lean over it for him.

Georgie grinned like the devil and slid a condom over his happy erection.

I’ve been waiting all night for this,
he told himself. He took the young stripper by her smooth brown hips and held his penis in position to enter her, while she poked her ass out for him.

“I might be a little tight, but that’s a good thing, right?” she teased.

“Hell yeah, that’s a good thing,” Georgie told her. “Who wants to swim with a whale? A baby seal is always better.”

Sugar chuckled. “Well, I’m just letting you know. So I can’t do all kinds of tricks and stuff.”

Georgie began to ignore her and went on about his business. They had done enough talking already. So he worked himself into a comfortable groove from behind. He could definitely feel the stripper’s tightness. Her snug kitten caused him to lose his rhythm. It was feeling too good too fast. Nevertheless, he found himself struggling to keep his poise with the girl. He was all over the place with his stroke; sideways, back and forth, up and down, on his toes, and back on his heels, while smacking his hips into her ass like a wild, brown chicken.

“Shit, you ain’t lying. This
is
some tight pussy, tight and
strong,
” he told her. He was still fighting to control the sensations.

“I told you,” she moaned over the desk.

Fuck it, I can’t hold it no more!
Georgie admitted. He figured he would let himself explode in less than eight minutes. So he began to push himself deeper and deeper into her tight hole until he could no longer feel the difference between his body and her body.

“Wait a minute,” the younger stripper moaned, attempting to slow his urgent thrusting from behind. Georgie was pounding her tight pussy too hard. But there was no way to stop a moving train once it started chugging at full speed. He would have to crash it.

“This is gonna be a good
nut,
” he stated through his hammering stroke. He was pounding her body into the desk. “I can
feel it.
I can
feel it! Ooohhh,
” he moaned.

He hadn’t even reached his climax yet. It was all from anticipation.

Sugar pleaded, “Wait, wait,” while struggling to twist herself away from him. But it was no use. Georgie went into hydraulic mode and started bouncing on his toes until his thighs and ass cheeks cramped up on him.

“SHIT!” he howled through painful muscle spasms.